The next day of strong headwinds. I set off at 5 am after just 4 hours of sleep to get a few riding hours before the winds gets really strong around noon. The landscape is so boring, just endless fields, a straight road and headwind. Can’t be worse for my motivation. In the afternoon I finally reach the us border and from now on there are a few hills that slow the wind down. I push hard in the evening to make it to Shelby for some supplies. Again I ride until late into darkness and then sleep next to the road. It’s the first night that I don’t need the tent and the stars are incredible.