In the heart of Nebraska

The landscape all around us is finally becoming unfamiliar to what we are used to in our regions. The countless miles of massive corn fields is slowly giving way countless yet different pasture land. Although the land is flat, the wind today made riding a little more difficult than days previous. After five straight days of tail winds, we were beginning to wonder if our luck would run out. Although we had a slight tail wind when we started, it soon turned into a steady cross wind, less troublesome than headwind, but still annoying. The sky was thick with grey clouds, blocking the sun for most of the day but surprisingly there was no rain. Our plan was to stop in a small town for lunch but this was thwarted by the fact that its only restaurant which also doubled as a gas station. While we were unlucky about having to deal with hunger for another 12 miles, we were lucky that gas station awning offered us protections from a passing shower. While waiting for it to pass, I took a look at the weather radar. Thick bands of thunder storms to the south of us, headed north. At least we knew we were going to get rained on. The extra 11 miles to the small town of Bassett were made longer by both our hungry stomachs and anxious feelings about the storm. Pulling into town, we found a pizza joint. Walking in, we received the usual perplexed stair by the owners. I guess three dirty dudes in biking gear would do that. We are getting used to it. After filling ourselves with pizze, we pressed on toward the town of Ainsworth. Here the landscape change significantly for while, Pine trees and hilly grassland, much like the mountainous regions we still have yet to come across. However, that only lasted for a short while. We pulled into campground just in time. A thunder storm began to dump buckets upon us. Luckily, we found shelter for us, our tents an bikes under a metal gazebo. It even has power outlets. Anyways, that is where we are. We shall keep moving tomorrow.