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Riding in Western Tennessee

This past week I traveled to Clifton, Tennessee and rode in the Tour de Wayne. This ride was 71 miles of hilly country. Not quite like Cheaha, but a challenge none the less. The temperature soared to the mid 90's which made it a bit more difficult. It wasn't Cheaha though! I heard lots of people claiming they didn't think they were going to make it. I ran the distance with no problems. Just for a few minutes I had a cramp start in my right leg but after replenishing with gatoraid and water, it was fine. Mike was supposed to have met me there but he found a dance he preferred to attend. SO there I was riding solitary again. But that isn't all bad. Most everyone has a pace that they ride sometimes slower sometimes faster. That way I could ride my own pace and go faster or slower at my own discretion.

Bev didn't have the best time ever. The camping spots left a lot to be desired. I wasn't pleased either. The water wasn't good at the Marina. The Crazy Horse campground was a big rough. Next time we will stay in a State Park or ACE campground. Those RV parks just don't cut it!

Now there won't be a ride until fall. I have nothing planned for the rest of the month except our bike race. July won't have much going on so we will probably go see Kirk and Cindy. Then in August we go back to Navarre Beach. September will be the ride in Montgomery but I don't expect there to be much camping down there. I probably need to check out where the ride is going to be and try to get at Fort Tolouse.

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