The little restaurant next door was supposed to open at 6 am, but alas, when we stopped by they were closed and it was dark inside. We've learned that opening and closing of restaurants can be just a bit variable in these small towns, which is really understandable. It works in our favor as often as not. We had breakfast in our rooms and were on our way.
|The ubiquitous grain elevator|
With half our ride behind us, we pressed on to Tribune. We still had comfortable temps and no huge wind, so we made good time. By the time we arrived in Tribune things were beginning to heat up a bit, and the wind was kicking up as well. We stopped at a little coffee shop. May was ahead arranging lodging at another pheasant hunting lodge. There was no lodging in Tribune so she found something 2 miles down the road in the town of Horace.
|Porch swing anyone?|
|The view from our hunting lodge|
Oh and another marker of our progress: We are now on Mountain time. Tomorrow we cross into Colorado.