Day 33: Rush Center to Dighton, KS (63 miles), Dighton, KS to Sheridan Lake, CO (100 miles)

We woke up in Rush Center, knowing full well that we had to fight the hard winds to our next location. The forecast was calling for 20-50 mph winds. To fight the winds, which came from our side most of the time, we rode side by side on the highway. The working rider got hit by the northern wind and fought to not get thrown into the other two bikers... the other two riders would rest on their side. We rotated positions every 5 minutes. And on we went into the wind, getting beat up, rotating, resting, getting beat up, etc. At Dighton we called it a day, where many motorists refered to us as "brave" or "stupid". We ate at the diner at the bowling alley and chatted some with our British friend Peter while we were staying at the park, who was also riding the same way. We were able to use the showers at the local pool, which provided flashbacks to the Barnesboro pool days of yore. The showers were even warm, providing you wanted to hit the 30 second push button shower enough times to warm the shower up. Jon and I grabbed dinner at the Dighton "Sports Bar"... which didn't have TVs, music or anyone other than Jon or me. But, it did have a tasty sandwich.

We woke up the next day, and luckily had more favorable winds on our last day in Kansas. Riding through the flat state with only one tought wind day? I'll take it. More flats, more of the same. We arrived in Sheridan Lake after completing our second century of the trip and we were able to crash in the Church in the town. I threw down some church jams on the piano (ok, 5 church jams, and just chords with the left hand and the melody on the right), we had gas station sandwich 52 of the trip, and called it a night. Hello Colorado :)

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