RETOUR AU STUDIO DE YOGA.

I was warned that my room stayed rather dark in the morning. This was accurate, and I slept in later than I should have. It did not take long to find the coffee, and my meal was a few slices of toast with butter and jelly. After packing up, it was back to the road. Thanks again Keenes! Navigating the streets of Lincoln was a simple task, and I quickly found the trail system. This is where the infamous Mopac trail commenced. 

I pedaled on this gravel route for about ten miles to the tiny town of Eagle. Seven miles later, I stopped in Elmwood for a water bottle refill. I also purchased a bottle of milk and a carrot cake bar. Feeling reinvigorated, it was time to return to the Mopak. The trail came to an end and spat me out into the small society of Wabash. I headed north and found Highway 66, which took me to the next portion of the Mopak trail. Unfortunately, the route was closed, and signs announced danger and death ahead. 

I am serious, one of the signs suggested that you may die if you trespassed. Well, these silly signs have not stopped me in the past, and I bypassed the blockage. This portion of the trail lead to a bridge that traverses the Platte River. The only alternative route was some twenty miles out of my way. Once arriving at the bridge, the blockades became bulkier. The entrance to the bridge was boarded up rather well. Luckily, there was a tiny door, and the lock was not attached. After squeezing through the door, I sprinted across to the next obstacle. This side was boarded up just as well but without a door. Quickly I unpacked the bags from my bike and tossed them over. After securing my bike to my back, I climbed over the barricade. It was no simple task, and I earned a scar to remember this day forever. Just another one for the collection. 

When I repacked everything, it was time to proceed. The Mopak took me along Highway 31, and the gravel travel continued. A few miles later, I was mirroring Highway 50. This route took me past Springfield and to the outskirts of Omaha. The Omaha traffic was rather chaotic, but I managed to find my way to Lotus Yoga Studio in Aksarben. Two months ago, I used this place as a shower spot before boarding the midnight Amtrak. Tonight it was my sleeping station. There was an outdoor yoga class offered by the studio, and I needed a solid stretch. It had been a while since I did yoga, but it was well worth it. After the yoga, I showered and located some dinner. With the studio all to myself, I consumed an IPA chowder, some broccoli broth, and chickpea salad from Zoup. The remainder of the evening was dedicated to working on the website. What an unusual sleeping situation I have found myself in tonight. Oh yeah, here is the route.