I didn’t sleep much last night. I rarely do in a tent (although Lily’s tent is pretty fab). Every couple of hours I had leg cramps, smallish ones. The kind that go away but make you dread a monster cramp to come. The big one didn't materialize thankfully. Being awake meant that I at least I could enjoy the barn owls hooting all night.

Breakfast was more than adequate. Jeff made amazing coffee with a French Press. Our group drank loads of it.

We headed out in fits and starts. Virginia was ahead of me on the camp road and stopped suddly. An armadillo was lying in the middle of the road. She gave it a nudge with her foot and discovered that it was an ex-armadillo. It had ceased to exist. She used her foot to push it to the side of the road.

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Back on the road the only other wildlife I saw all day was a large gathering of vultures dining on the remains of a roadkill deer.

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The day was planned as a 48-mile return to the hotel in Ridgeland. The Trace side path through adjacent Jackson was under repair. The Trace itself has notoriously bad traffic (and no shoulder). I ride without fear but most people don not so we agreed as a group to stop in Clinton after 34.5 miles and use the van to shuttle the group the last 14 miles.

We all seem to be in good spirits and looking forward to an 80-mile day tomorrow. The weather remains perfect.