The familiar itch for another cycle tour had been starting to creep-up, so when a couple of friends extended an invitation to join their group campout, I jumped.  Not simply an invitation to join them, but included was the unimaginable offer to transport some of my gear: my faithful, old, Eureka dome tent, a comfy sleeping pad and a couple of sleeping covers.   In the world of cycle touring, weight equates to suffering and this kind gesture opened up the possibility of going the extra distance including several miles of washboarded and dusty dirt road.

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