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