Our first true roadside night

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Geo: 48.636, -1.51208

We had the luxury of sleeping in a bit (you know….like until 7:30!), and I went off to get a fresh baguette -- with success this time! And the bread was still a little warm when I cut into it, back at the van. After a little breakfast – while watching that criterium kid do some more laps – we did a little planning for the day. There was a geo cache nearby, so we took the bikes down a little path by the canal, and found it with no problem. Since we knew we were taking off right after the time trial (or the part of it that we wanted to see), we made sure the camper was ready to go as soon as we were. We topped up the water (and it stayed in!), emptied the black water (such a pleasant task), and emptied the gray water. Dejo went for a bit of a ride while I stayed in and did a bit more blogging. Upon returning, he discovered that he was missing his hat (not a bike-riding hat, but a wandering-about-town-watching-a-bike-race kind of hat). He walked over to the bar/restaurant from yesterday, and before he could even finish his question, they produced the hat. Yay! Then we headed up to find a place from which to watch the time trial. It was pretty easy to find a spot on the barriers at the corner where the cyclists made the last turn, heading toward Mont St. Michel. We watched about 20 or 30 cyclists – including some of our favorites – go by, and then headed back. You see, a time trial starts with the guys who are ranked at the bottom, and the guys who are leading the race go last. Since our favorite guys weren't ranked last, nor first, we could leisurely wander up during the middle of the race, see them go by, then hit the road while everyone else was waiting for the top guys to go. And since we'd had the luxury of actually exploring a bit of the local area the day before (Nantes notwithstanding), we didn't feel like we were cheating ourselves by not watching the whole thing.

So, we were on the road, heading south, more into the center of the country. Our next target was another feed zone, just outside of Durtal. We were planning to try a true roadside camping spot tonight – no parking lot, no aire, no campground. After a few hours' driving, we found the town, and found the part of the road where we thought the feed zone might be. Got parked, and had some (cold) dinner in the van before turning in for the night.

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Photos

Our view up the final time trial stretch
From here, the cyclists headed toward Mont St. Michel

Whoosh
I found it hard to center the shots, and get the right zoom, but this was one of my okay ones

Goodbye to our home for the past 2 nights
All in all, it wasn't too bad, really

Hello to our home for 1 night
Much less luxurious. And noisy.