I was originally going go try for 110 miles today and go straight on I-70 to Salina, but I found out there are a lot of hills and I didn't feel like I could make it, so I went south and hit a town about 60 miles away called Hanksville. Riding 60 miles straight in the desert is pretty brutal, thankfully about 40 miles in there were a few people by the side of the road that gave me a sandwich and some cold drinks which was awesome. It was nice to take a break and the guy's name was Joel too, confirming that everyone named Joel is pretty awesome. I went uphill a lot today, but no major climbs. It's getting pretty lonely out here, empty campgrounds and towns with nothing in it. I'm enjoying the scenery but am looking forward to seeing more populated areas.
I'm 1 month in which is awesome. I've started losing track of time. Sometimes so much will happen in a few days that it seemed like a week has gone by. Other times a week will go by without me noticing. I think the whole trip is becoming routine now. I was really worried about how to plan my route at the beginning, but now it seems like I change my mind every day and end up somewhere unexpected. So, I don't really know where I'm going tomorrow, but I heard there might be some storms and there are some hills to climb.
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