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Monday, August 26, Stephan Forbes Lake, Illinois
I woke up to discover that destructive raccoons had ripped open a hole in my bike seat fabric during the night, looking for who knows what. Oh well, it still works. We greased our chains and headed out hoping to make it all pretty far. We were told that Hwy. 50 was dangerous in that area so we opted for the smaller country roads. With the wind against us, it took forever, and we made slow progress; however the roads were peaceful and the conversations were lively, but I felt pretty tired from the day before. The end result was we didn’t get too far, so we settled for a shorter day to Forbes Lake. We tried fishing before going to bed, but no luck. I stumbled off to bed rather early after showering, but couldn't get to sleep because the kids stayed up throwing rocks at the stubborn raccoons who were determined to make off with some of our food. 45 miles.