The past three days have been nothing but wind. Riding in the wind is, without doubt, more difficult than riding in the mountains because all you can do is put your head down and ride. It's too loud to even talk. Yesturday was especially frusterating, and we didn't roll into Jackson, Minnesota until 6pm. Luckily, we were welcomed with a warm meal. The next morning we had the best french toast I have ever had, and if the lady who made the breakfast is reading this, I would love to have the recipe (ktull012@yahoo.com)! We have a rest day after tomorrow, and we are all read for it after, what I think, have been the toughest days of the ride thus far.