Day 5. Mile 1160. Eureka, ks

I had a nice conversation with the owner of the chuckwagon. He was a big
guy. White beard. Flannel. Asked me if I had a motorcycle. I nodded the
affirmative. He then said that his busted knee (gave it a thump too.
Sounded wooden) came from a motorcycle accident outside eureka. Tback
then they didn't have crash scene training and the paramedics broke his
back lifting him offf the ground. I told him I'd be careful. I had to
tell him many times.

The suns dipped below and I have 60 to go. Ciao baby
~ I write with your life and my own ~