To Eastwood campground, Chequamegon

Today was not nearly as much fun as recent days have been.  It was hot and humid, and there was no shade to be had on the road I was riding.  Before that started, though, I stopped for groceries in Tomahawk and met a man in a wheelchair who's done some touring both in a racing chair and a hand-cranked trike.

So... after hours of grinding away in the heat, I straggled into the little town of Ogema looking for food, and all that was open was  a bar that only served frozen pizza, so I choked that down.  A cold front blew in soon after, bringing cooler temps and some rain as I rode into another part of the Chequamegon-Nicolet National Forest.  I had trouble finding my campground and was frustrated as well as exhausted when I made camp and collapsed.

48.6 mi