Rode myself into Fall

It had to eventually happen. Lying in my tent two nights ago i get woken with a huge clap of thunder at 3.30. I don't think i got back to sleep afterwards. It rumbled, and flashed the whole night, and rain belted off the tent. The next morning when i tried to pump up a slow puncture in the rain, the valve broke. Up and down the hills in the rain, trying to make it to Farmington. Of course the tube i put in also started to go flat, to add to my troubles, so i had to pump it up periodically along the way. The sky was down the ground, foggy, and dark, not the best for cycling in. So when i rolled into Farmington shortly before it was dark i saw 'big al's TA inn' on the side of the street with signs to follow, that brought me to a historical prison. Which has been developed into a free hostel for Trans-American cyclists. Beds, couches, TV and internet access which is where i am writing to you from, before i get a few things sorted in town and head for Illinois across the Mississippi river in the sunshine. Changed my whole day to finish with a nice warm shower, and get everything washed and dried before heading off again.