Day 3: Tuesday

Woke: 8:00 A.M.
Depart: 2:30 P.M.
Time in Motion: 3:26:16
Distance: 46.69 mi.
Max: 33.9 mph.
Average: 13.5 mph.
Temperature: 94 F

I briefly woke to the sound of Justin's cat scratching the side of my bed. I woke again to find the cat staring, inches from my face. Finally, I got out of bed. We spent much of the day lounging at Justin's place, chillin' in the A.C. There was no rush to get to Stevens Point.

The ride (for me) was quick and uneventful, aside from the insane traffic along the route we took out of Wausau. But at least I survived. Unfortunately, a fourteen-year-old boy did not. He was hit and killed while riding out of Wausau. This was just an hour or two before Justin and I rode past the site of the accident. We didn't notice anything as we passed. We heard the news later.

Later in the ride, we spotted our first fellow cyclist, a Project Manager named Mary. I'll remember her for the rest of the ride. She has a dinosaur and a cow on her bike. Easy to spot. We saw very few other riders so late in the day. In Stevens Point, our bags were practically the only ones left by the truck.

We arrived too late for the brewery tours so we walked to Perkins and had supper. Now, we retire for the night. A long 70-mile day tomorrow with rain in the forecast.

Like I said, the ride was uneventful and short. As a result, I didn't use my camera. The only picture I have from the entire day is of the "Free Beer" sign at tonight's camp. We thought it was somewhat humorous. Drunk cyclists. Well, it seemed funny at the time.