Just a 10 minute walk from the campsite was the Danbury casino. Actually the camp is owned by the casino. The wifi said "casino guest". Anyway, we strolled there for the buffet that was advertised at camp. $9.99 for all a hungry biker could eat, including drinks. No, not the adult kind. To get there, we had to pass a huge fireworks store. It's probably owned by the casino as well.
The casino itself is a huge building. It houses a hotel, restaurants, bars and of course the casino area itself. We eventually found the buffet. It was well worth the money. I will leave it at that. After dinner we wandered around the casino area. Lots of one armed bandit kinds of machines. As well as all the usual gambling stuff. My least favorite part was the smoking in the place. It did not make me want to hang around and lose some of my money. I'm not much for gambling anyway. We left the climate controlled area and went back to camp.
We hit the tents for the night. I learned that storms were inevitable last night. Fred packed up and moved into the building next to camp. It had a nice and clean laundry area. I scoffed at moving indoors because of the storm. These tents are made for such things. What they are not made for it sweltering heat. I sat in the tent fanning myself for an hour. I had sweat dripping down the back of my neck. I couldn't take it anymore. I packed up and moved into the laundry room. It had two fans that at least circulated some air. I laid on top of my Thermarest and bag liner with a promise of actually getting some sleep.
Later in the night, the storm came in with all its fury as expected. I got up to witness the delivery. It didn't keep me awake long. In the morning, I checked the tent. It was wet on the outside, but dry inside. No surprise. Gay said the storm dropped the temperature a lot. My first bivouac in a laundry room. No regrets.
We were up and out by 6:30. Got coffee at the restaurant across from the casino. Then we headed to Hinckley, 31 miles away. The western side of Danbury was given the appearance of a old prospecting town. The only thing missing were the cancan girls. It was only 7:00 so they were sleeping, I'm sure. 31 miles of rolling hills, it was. Not anything that caused me to use the small chainring, but hilly.
The ride was scenic. Farms. Fields. Lakes. Wildflowers. Good roads with shoulders, for the most part.
We stopped in Hinckley for food. It was before 10. Fred and Gay had lunch. I had breakfast. Talking with the server, she said they had high wind, heavy rain and large hail yesterday. When we left town, we noticed some trees and limbs down. Like I said in yesterday's blog. The Force was with us and it was strong!
The next town would be our destination. Isle.
The next 20 miles went pretty well. The hills were not challenging. The roads were flatter. Then the dreaded last 9 miles entered into the equation. I should've had another pancake. The miles dragged on. Then, the campground popped up out of nowhere.
As most camps, it's an RV haven, with a pool. The owner met us outside and joked around for a while & sharing stories. He gave us our site at 1/2 price! We didn't even ask for a deal. Actually Isle is a few miles away. The owner even went to the store for us for perishables. He put them in a frig and told us how to get in because he wasn't about to get up at 6 to let us in. Smart man.
We cooked our famous one pot meals. As I was finishing, a storm blew in and I dove for the tent with the balance of my dinner. I'd do dishes after the storm passed.
Done.
Total miles today = 60
Total mileage to date = 1,980
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