Since reaching the Plains And travelling beyond, very often, the small towns I have passed through have had spooky feel about them.
Most have been partially and some even completely deserted and delapitated.
It has been very obvious that many have had better times.
It feels like there is more activity and life the farther east I travel, however things can still be eerily quiet at times.
Even when I hit populations of 15,000+ the 'city' centres or downtown areas can have next to nobody walking the streets. There is often a train line going through these places too but the only trains I have seen are several mile long freighters. Not for passengers.
These giant walls of grinding, steel containers constantly sound their very loud, droning horns as they pass through. Several times I have been walking, feeling like I'm in a scene/chapter from War of the Worlds where the Tripods let everyone know they have arrived. I'm the only one not to have disappeared though.
Today was a short day but still it was tough going.
I rode 46 miles and arrived by 12 but certain things went against me.
Wind, roads deteriorating to gravel tracks, other roads not suitable for bikes e.g. too busy. There was also probably a more direct route but unfortunately I didn't choose it.
I really wanted to finish riding as early as possible to give myself plenty of time after to keep cool and relax. Still not quite feeling 100%. I'm not sure what it is but it's not flu.