Burn

Back on highway 20, I headed east to a little town called Burn, where I found that I was getting tired of riding and in need of a place to sleep I stopped at the Best Western, where they wanted to charge me way more than I wanted to pay for a room. Luckily just down the street was a less expensive place with a very nice lady who rented me a room for the night.

Oh, and there is a bee in my room as I’m typing this!

Across the street was a pizza place where I had a calzone that took forever to get, “forcing” me to consume two beers while waiting, and one with my dinner. Sitting at the table next to me were three people from Ireland, who were doing a road trip for the east coast to Portland. We chatted for a bit, before I went back to the room for some sleep.