After breakfast this morning, I packed up my things and was eager to hit the road.  I said goodbye to 'Becca and went to church at the UU church southwest of town.  The congregation was not particularly welcoming during the coffee hour, but as soon as I was out in the parking lot with my rig they had a thousand questions.  Fortunately it takes me a long time to put on my sunblock.

I headed south with every intention of making it a short day, but knowing that campgrounds -- near or far -- would probably be full for the holiday weekend.  As it turned out, there was one campground in the bunch that had openings for tents.  When I got there, I found the place mobbed with kids and their parents and RVs and disposable crap, and I found that a "primitive" site would cost me $27.  I declined.

I kept riding until the sun was a hand's width above the horizon -- 7:00? -- and then stopped at a likely looking house to ask the elderly residents if they knew anyplace I could camp "without bothering anyone."  They said no, and I dropped the subject, but I asked if they could fill my water bottle, suspecting that between the two of them they'd change their minds.  Sure enough, as I was pulling out of the driveway the man called me back and said I could camp in a back corner of the lot.  Hooray: free campsite! [note: unfortunately, 5 years later I don't remember any details about this couple or their hospitality.]

I'm still an hour or two north of the Ohio border, but I should easily make Bowling Green tomorrow and possibly Fridley.

Total distance: 41.71 mi

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