No, not Scotland, though they are apparently the home of the Scotties. Today was, honestly, not one of the more interesting days of our trip per se. We only rode 55 miles, but I was dragging because my head wasn’t in the right space and also it’s just really sunny and hot. The town we’re in is fine, but nothing particularly interesting; they are known as the “Middle of Nowhere” (no joke) because apparently they are the town which is the furthest from any other big town; something like 400 miles to Billings, MT (which isn’t that big!). But this church we’re staying is is very nice, with A/C and good cell phone signal. And we’re going to watch a movie up on their projector. One thing I really love about these trips is the ability to turn any place into a home. The shot below is my little setup; I just took a nap and now I’m blogging by sitting on that sleeping bag. Pretty soon I’ll fart around on my phone a bit before walking out to buy a razor and some food. It’s fun to arrive in these little places and have them become home, even if just for a few hours.