Made it another 50 miles or so north up Highway 93, cataloguing a number of wild milkweed stands, until I made it to the Bison Inn Cafe. The owner, George, is a kind soul and friend to bicycle folk— he often lets touring cyclists camp behind the cafe. With his permission I planted a small way station near the ditch on the south end of his property. I slept well here and lingered into the afternoon the next day… hopefully I can come back to this peaceful place in the spring.
-Comrade Caracol