Chuck rides ahead. The road had a nice shoulder, and was fairly quiet in the early morning hours.

The log trucks must have slept in, but they did eventually arrive.

Our route passed some amazing road cuts. The igneous rocks of this area are a stark contrast to the sandstones in Central Wisconsin. As it turns out, road cuts do not impress Taters. What does it take to impress a teenager?

There is you-are-here map in Mellen, for those who are lost.

One of our only equipment failures on the trip was Chucks rear fender. As we rode along his fender flipped up out of the rear of his bike and into the air. The cause is unknown, we were actually on a fairly clear and obstacle free stretch of highway.

We passed the Wisconsin Divide again. Yet again taters showed no interest in the hydrology of the area. It is almost as if she doesn't care. I will assume they will cover this in school and let her be.

We finally made it to Park Falls. Taters does her traditional roof raising, and we then searched for 2 hots and a cot. Taters packs a sleeping pad.

Beils Family Restaurant served us some salt with a bit of food under it, and we went back to the hotel and slept soundly.

59 miles today, (309 total)