If you can't read this, it says: "Welcome to Hillsboro, The Home of 600 Happy People and a Few Old Soreheads". I wonder if the soreheads know who they are?
Here's the ghost of other tours that have gone through this town.
Another example of something tall on the great plains other than a silo.
This is another one of those towns, like Blue Balls, Pa, that warrants a stop and see just how many double meaning articles can be seen in one store. This place had a plethera of shirts with sayings like: Hooker...a location NOT a vocation. Oh, well, something to do while your traversing this country of ours.
Here we were, 1,000 miles into the ride, and still half way between nothing and nowhere. Man, this is a big country!!!!!
Another Winslow, Arizona shot with my roommate and a statue commemorating the song with the name above the statue. Bob was the one on the bike.
Just a monument to my faithful companion after the second century in the desert. Notice that the shadows were getting a bit long as it was a long-g-g-g-g day. 
Note that while posing, I was also, unbeknownst to me, incurring my first flat. This was a ramp to a highway, and I picked up some of the famous shards of steel upon the enterance to the ramp, and the tire went flat as I was posing. 
This was somewhere around the second day as we began to leave any semblence of TREES for what seemed to be weeks, because it was. We were moving from the right of this picture to the left, and heading directly to the Mojave. 
This was the Manhattan pier and the first and last picture of the first day, given that I managed to NOT recharge the camera before the start of the day. 
This is the group that made the XC tour, door to door. I'll use this location to post various random pictures from the ride, in no particular order. The pictures will be posted as I get around to them.
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