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<p>10 Oct 08, Hawesville, KY
<p>Today was a good day. I got a lot of miles in, and found a superb campsite
with good company—the Owensboro Cross Country team. I rode into the park
(Vastwood Park in Hawesville) & asked a group of campers if there were specific
camping spots. We got to talking, and they offered me dinner & a campsite with
them—both of which were much appreciated. I ate my fill—a hot dog &
three hamburgers—and sat around talking with some of the parents for a
while. Now it's late, and getting time for me to go to sleep.
<p>(Also—family whose backyard I camped in last night were Purdue grads.)
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