We were going to take the day off. Until we woke up and the wind was at our back and we changed our mind. We cruised into Tilley averaging 31 km/h as the wind dragged us along the flattest roads we've seen yet. The Tilley campground was a patch cut out of a cattle field and we were the first camper of the year. No running water to be found. Plenty of coyotes barking during the night, feel right back at home. No pictures, there really wasn't anything to see.
Will
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