The rain has stopped and the sun is out. Turns out the person that showed up last night is also on a motorcycle. No sign of the rider prior to my departure. Coffee and breakfast while I try to dry out my stuff.
I put on some wet clothes so that they will dry out while riding instead of packing them wet. Once moving, I'm reminded why I picked this route. The Ozarks are pretty with their deep green rolling hills. Highway 16 rolls along for miles with nice corners. Sightlines aren't great, so you can't really push too hard in the corners, but still enough to have fun. It is a nice way to start a day. I roll into Fayetteville, AR and stop for gas. This is a surprisingly progressive town. Art deco homes and such. Quite the contrast from the rusting trailers a few miles out of town. I hit Oklahoma and find the one road worth riding! Highway 62 has a short stretch of amazing corners. It is obvious the local law enforcement are aware of the attraction to ride them. The super duke cuts up this road and asks for more. Then starts the grind. I roll into Tulsa to a coffee shop I visited 15 years ago. The owner is a friend of a friend. I catch them at closing, so enjoy some coffee outside. Back to the grind. My GPS indicates 190 miles until my next turn. Thanks, Oklahoma.
I get to know the plains quite well. Hours of wheat. Oil pumps among the wheat. Then the wind turbines. Hundreds. The plains look dead, yet they power the country.
Tacos and ice cream make up my diet for the day. Don't judge. I'm on vacation. Along the way, Garmin decides to provide me with this minor amusement.
I land at Beaver Dunes for the night. I have stayed here before. The campground is small and calm. One other tent camper and he is on a KLR.
I set up camp and get greeted by a local. He reminds me of the stories of these dunes. I had forgotten they are special. A UFO crashed here and is under the dunes. This local has seen gren lights over the dunes at night. Upon further investigation of the lights, he discovered there were federal agents (MIB as he called them). He quickly left not wanting shot. He informs me that he could disarm these agents, but there were too many of them. He also wants me to know that while he voted for Trump, he is not a supporter. Funny conversation. Back home, you stick to amicable topics. I eventually break free from this man who has never met a stranger.
I hike up the dunes. Sand. Oof. I'm quickly reminded why I don't care for it. Damn near impossible to walk in and it gets everywhere. On the other hand, I'm glad I hiked up the dunes. Seeing the anomaly of sand dunes amidst miles and miles of plains is interesting.
No green lights for me.
553 miles, 8:57 seat time