I left Richmond, Indiana, the morning of Saturday August 19th, and headed west. For the next three weeks, I didn't see or hear a second of news. I got stiflingly hot a and practically froze to my seat. A few things didn't go to plan and there are a few things I'd do differently. But for the vast majority of the time, I felt happy, and grateful for the bike, my gear, and the people, places and things around me.
This is my campsite in Illinois, first night out, weather fine. This is the setup I used with very little variation throughout. There's a thick ground tarp under the tent, then an inflatable Thermarest pad inside for my sleeping bag. My cooking and camp stuff is on the table. I usually found myself waking before dawn and ready to sleep around 9pm.