Highway 12 West, heading toward Benson could use a bit of shoulder work. The entire 30-mile stretch of shoulder is not much more than loose collection of crumbling pieces resembling a dried riverbed after a prolonged drought. Of course that surface does wake you up in the morning, but the charm soon wears off!
We made it to Benson in good order, but soon found it necessary to stop and don our rain jackets. About 50 yards further, we stopped and completely suited up. Thunder, lightning, and wind followed, but we received very little actual rain. After a few miles we realized we were probably wetter inside our rain gear than outside, and stopped to strip down to our normal riding wear. The humidity was powerful, and a steady side-wind did little to alleviate the clamminess.
We rode more or less straight through from Benson, through Clontarf and Hancock. It was a relief to see the outline of Morris materialize out of the haze... we had a day off to look forward to! We will be taking the 4th off, and I'd like to wish everyone a happy Independence Day!
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