Day 29: not flat yet

I woke up this morning and had to brush the frost off my tent. The nice thing about the cold is that it wakes me up early, I was up by 5:30. I rode from Summersville to Hartville about 65 hilly miles. I met two eastbound riders, one from Japan and later an American woman. The Japanese guy left the west on the same day I left, he's going to New York, so I guess he's half way. Hartville is a nice little town with a good diner, grocery store and laundromat all within walking distance from where they have the cyclists camp. Today is Halloween and I'm surprised to see kids out after dark tricker treating. Just like the old days.