338 miles to Warroad, MN.
I got to walk through some Mississippi and meet another guy living off his bike. There’s nothing like the empty of northern Minnesota… I rode for miles without seeing another human, another car, or even another home for humans. Just hundreds of perfectly straight miles of homes for food and crop, and hundreds of miles to go.
Warroad City Campground tonight. Unfurled the tent after over a month in hibernation, next to a phalanx of trailers. For an urbanite, I sure do seem to like to take the scoot to remote places.