As soon as we propped our bikes against Trapper’s Restaurant, the storm arrived. While eating breakfast and drinking coffee, we watched the rain and felt grateful to be inside. After the rain, we traveled eastward, on I-94, past wheat fields on gentle topography. We rode into Dickinson-the largest town thus far- to pump up our tires, mail stuff home, and buy food.
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Day 19 – Smooth Highways
