Today we rode from Jefferson to Marcola, a small town East of Springfield. The trip was 56 miles by my GPS with one big monster hill that got me panting pretty good. We are camping in a big room inside a church in Marcola. The pastor and I are good friends. It is nice because we don’t have to set up our tents; we just throw our pads and sleeping bags on the carpeted floor. We all ate Mountain House freeze-dried dinners tonight. I had Teryoke Chicken and Rice, it was delicious. A screw fell out that was holding my rear rack in place, so the last couple of miles were very noisy as it rubbed on my back tire. I think we got it fixed. We will see if it is really fixed tomorrow. I am very tired tonight and I am hoping that ten hours of sleep tonight will fill my gas tank. I am sorry this blog is so short, but my brain isn’t working very well tonight.