Day 15: Thumbs Up!

Today it was warm. Low 90's and humid in the way that makes the sky look a little pwdery or out of focus. We dranks lots of water; fortunately, resupply points seem to be a little easier to come by in the "thumb" of Michigan than they were in Ontario. That's where we are, is in the thumb. As Bonnie explained to us last night, Michiganders will, to a Michigander, invariably use their own hands as ersatz maps when discussing intra-state navigation. So we're heading up into the webbing tomorrow (Bay City, map lovers), and today we are camping just west of North Branch in a campground that only charges $10 per cyclist as opposed to the North American standard $30 flat. I am, as I type this (with my thumbs!), cowering in our hastily erected tent while Bonesy showers in the inexplicably luxurious washroom. The mosquitoes here are like sweat-seeking zeppelins, and they hunt in packs. The proprietor just drove by twice in an old Massey-Ferguson tractor, spraying a billowing white cloud in his wake, so hopefully that will buy me some time to sprint to the showers. It's a little late to be starting dinner, and I'm a little racoon-phobic, so the day's anxiety is not quite done with.
I will say before I go, however, that the country was beautiful, and especially the last hour as the sun set. It felt good to ride for a while after a few short days, and it's easy to get into your cadence when it's so hot. So silver linings, or not even really, because it was just a good day. Except for the damn mosquitoes, but here he comes for a third pass with the spray.
Oh, also we're going to be in the Port Huron newspaper. Ride on.