Union, MO – Motel 8
I didn’t sleep well last night because of mosquitoes in my tent that bit me all night.
I did laundry and ate a box of Frosted Flakes and milk while our laundry went through the cycle. Most everyone in the Laundromat was interested with our trip, but I became tired answering the same questions over and over again.
We went to the grocery store to pick up some supplies and then hit the trail. I still wasn’t feeling well. A compilation of many things. Fatigue. Burned out on biking. Still hungover. The twenty-six KATY miles to Dutzam went slowly. I was in a funk. I had bad premonitions about the road ahead, when we would leave the KATY and return to the Missouri roads. I didn’t want to keep biking, and I convinced Brian to stop for the day in Union, making it a meager thirty-five mile day.
I wanted to check into a motel. I just wanted the feel of clean sheets, a bed, and a lazy evening of television. Brian didn’t want to, so when we got to Union, we went to the police station. Brian worked out with them for a spot to camp. I got a room at the Motel 8 for $75. Brian and I ate McDonalds for dinner, which I now regret. He went to the park and I went to my hotel room. It’s been great. I’ve lain around in bed, worked on my journals which I had fallen behind on, and watched bits and pieces of lots of different movies.