Today is all about Pawnee to Alice, an ~69.2-mile jaunt of cold hills made doable by a badass, 20-to-30 mph tailwind. I joked yesterday that we wouldn't have to pedal today, and there are points at which this is actually true on uphills. I'm in the same gear as yesterday, pedaling faster, and pulling an ~50-lb kitchen trailer. Kitchen trailer of awesomeness: Peet, a dude on this trip partway through his mechanical engineering degree, has built a tow-behind that rides better than any of the 10+ pedicabs across ~5 designs that I've slapped together. It's even got telescoping legs made of stilts, creating a rock-solid kitchen table when deployed.
We're fortunate to find a warm place to stay. Unfortunately, it's another church. Even less desirably, the preacher preaches: "close your eyes, and if you're so inclined, repeat after me: I acknowledge you, Jesus, as the savior..." As lame as this is, it's sort of to be expected; we can't take religious "charity" and be surprised when the religion comes at us with the full, evangelizing force the "World Map of Evangelical Progress" mounted on the wall should lead us to expect.