Flying to Oberlin - 61 miles.

Didn't sleep too well last night, what with dogs howling and train whistles shrieking into the night. The romance of the lonesome train is abating somewhat. The museum people were up bright and early and provided a breakfast of scones, sausage, egg flan, delicious fig chutney and white gravy. They shook hands and wished us well. Amazing really. I was in good form today and set off at a brisk pace, mostly flat roads with tall fir trees and small farms on each side.  I stopped only once at a store to buy some sweets and use their ' rest room'. All the shops have toilets for public use. I arrived at camp before lunchtime, 1st in, so helped Sean unload the van. I was cooking tonight, chicken with onion, cream, red/yellow peppers, mushrooms and rice so inspected what Sean had bought. Disaster. I had asked for 6 peppers and he had only managed to get one, milk instead of cream, chicken broth instead of stock. I headed back out on the bike to the shops to see what I could find but to no avail. Started cooking about 3.00pm - it takes a while to cook for 14 hungry bikers- and sweltered over a hot stove in an even hotter sun. Dinner was served at 5.15pm and although it wasn't quite the culinery dish I planned went down well. Received a round of applause for my efforts. We crossed the 2000 mile mark today,  just another 1200 miles to go.                Louisiana takes it name from one of the King's of France, from the French Acadians who penetrated its rivers and bayous to make homes in its almost jungle like forests.  The most important river is the Mississippi, which meanders through Louisiana, between ridges of silt built up over the years.  The rivers constant desire to explore new banks has proved an ongoing challenge for its inhabitants over the years. Must go now, another fun day of fun, frolic and sunshine beckons tomorrow....still loving it...

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