Next to my tent last night was an old caboose. This one was open so you could take a peak inside. It’s basically a home for the railroaders and includes some seating in the cupola, so they can keep tabs on the train.

This morning, as I was packing up, three cyclists rode by. I guessed that it was part of Jeff’s group, though I expected that there would be four of them. I finished packing and got moving, figuring I might catch them, if they stopped for supplies or something.

Well after about 20 miles, as I entered New Salem, I just could see them in the distance climbing out of the town. With a nice temperature and a tailwind, I put on the afterburners trying to catch them. I chased and neither gained or lost much ground on them. A few times, I kind of gave up, but then would get another burst of energy and try to close the gap. It was frustrating to be so close, yet be so far. I estimated I was about a mile back the whole time. Finally one of them noticed me and they stopped and waited for me. It must have been a 45 minute chase.

It was Jeff’s group, but Jeff was no longer with them. Those past few days that were so hard for me, were too much for Jeff. The three remaining riders had one of their wives driving a support car for a few days, and these guys had most of their gear in the car, which is why I had such a tough time catching them. Actually, the car had taken Jeff into Bismarck ahead of them, so he could catch a flight home. They planned on staying in motels most of the way forward.

I rode with this group until we were about 5 miles from Mandan, and then we parted ways. By this time, with all my gear, I was having trouble getting up the hills with them. It was a fun chase and I enjoyed riding with them. I don’t think I’ll be able to catch them again, since they will be traveling so light.

In Mandan, I found a city park and broke out the sausage, bread, cheese and an orange. They were having a celebration for a new art initiative for the town, so besides talking to a couple of residents, I got to hear some nice speeches.

Because of the chase and favorable conditions, I was way early, so figured I’d find a new can of fuel for my stove and perhaps some handlebar tape. On the way into Bismarck, I ran into this business. I considered going in and telling whomever was there how much I liked their website, but decided against. For those of you who have been subjected to some of my puns, often the inspiration comes from this website.

Darn thumb. This is the alternative.

Anyway, it’s time to go meet up and catch up with Cus. Scott.

63 miles today for a total 1509.