Still in Minnesota - Rain delay

They like motorcyclists here and only charge $13. per night with electric (tell your friends!)

The K in KOA must stand for Korn here in Minnesota – cause, from this campsite, that’s all you can see for miles.

  

 

My wet little tent and bike under very cloudy skies.

I woke up this morning to the sound of crashing thunder and rain pounding on my little tent.  I love the sound of rain on the roof especially when I’m dry and cozy inside.  My motto, from the start has been, if I don’t have to get wet I won’t, so I rolled over and went back to sleep.  Not so the Beemer rider;  the one who rode in last night looking all Charlie Boormanish, riding with no gear or helmet, standing as he rode, like he was riding into Africa (come on, it’s a gravel drive and some freshly mown grass).  He left this morning amidst the crashing and booming of thunder and the torrent of rain, like he had somewhere to be or something to prove.  I covered my head with my sleeping bag and wondered if they’d have a cabin I could upgrade to, to dry out my tent and relax in.  When the rain finally slowed down to an, ‘it’ll just get you damp’ sprinkle, around 9:30 or so, I wandered over to the camp office to ask if they had coffee and a Kabin. They had both – so I booked the Kabin, chose my cuppa from the Keurig selection and went back to my tent.

My morning cuppa - brewed just for me

I tried to go for a walk but didn’t get too far before the sky opened again so I decided it was a great opportunity to do the laundry. Probably the last time I’ll do laundry on the road. I looked at the map for a bit and got a second cup of coffee, thinking how it was just one week ago that we (the iMBC folks) were sitting around chatting in Bob and Richard’s sunny back yard - Another Sunday, another day of rest day.

The sky cleared, sort of, and it was like a sauna here. I rode into the little town of Albert Lea ‘cause Dan said there was a Wallymart there and I needed some more fruit and cash besides, it was the best way I knew of to dry out the leather gloves that I’d left on the bike last night. I picked up a take home burger from The Green Mill Restaurant and came back to eat and watch the almost deserted campsite fill up again for another night. The tent was dry and I stuffed it into its sack, ate my burger and here I am … dry again and ready to continue east tomorrow, rain or shine - but I’m sure it will be shining.