9/2 – My helmet smells like…BBQ?

161 miles.

I think it was from smoke from the campfire in Leggett, but I couldn’t tell the day before because everything smelled like smoke. Or it could be that it felt like I was about to burst into flames, like any of the dry shrubbery I rode through on the way to Nevada.

Why the beeline to Gardnerville? A Giraffe from Providence was waiting for me there at his best friend’s place!

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