May 27, Wednesday The tent was fairly dry when I got up and made some breakfast. Definitely packable by close of the meal, and I hung the footprint up along the great little 20 foot line that Joel had made for me years ago, which fits into a film cannister, with a hook and ring on one end and a tent slider cleat device at the other. I kept reminding myself NOT TO FORGET to pack up that handy line. Once the footprint was dry, and all the gear packed away, I took off for Joel's house in Iowa. This day was much nicer, sun and puffy clouds, a little cool, but perfect for riding. Of course, about 60 miles away from the campsite, I realized I had FORGOTTEN to pack up the handy line. Dagnabit.
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