I woke up to find the majority of my stuff still completely soaked from last night. There wasn't a dry spot of concrete under the picnic shelter, and the grass clippings didn't help much to keep things clean. I had some time to let my stuff semi-dry out before packing it in the morning sun as my phone needed to charge from being completely dead.
From the fringe of town I started running with the normal ritual of stopping at every mile post that is a multiple of five. A few miles out of Plainview, across from a giant plant that made pesticides, I got stung by some strange bug on my tongue after it had crawled into my water bottle. I'd never seen that type of bug before, let alone feel it's sting. It seems like at every stop here in Nebraska I see a new bug.
Entering Plainview I was only intending to make a quick stop for lunch before continuing with the nine miles to Osmond. I noticed on the sign welcoming me to town there was mention of free camping-a tempting factor to get me to stay. I ditched the cart in the city park, threw on basketball shorts (a new ritual to cover my running shorts so I don't stand out too much in stores), and visited the grocery store downtown. While eating, I noticed the Klown Museum had free admission and figured it would be worth checking out.
I entered the museum, surprised that this much clown memorabilia even existed in the world. There were over 7000 pieces in the museum. Most of these were dolls and figurines, but toilet scrubber holders and light switch covers were also included. If you have any mild fear of clowns, this is not the place for you at all.
I talked to the volunteer working there, Barb, about the museum, my trip across the US, and my plans to head to Osmond for the evening. She mentioned that if I stayed in town she would put me up for the night in her home. I thought for a minute, but it was an easy decision that this was too good of an offer to pass up. If a shower in a city park was worth cutting a run five miles short, like yesterday, then a shower in a home and a bed to sleep in was well worth cutting a day nine miles short.
I walked around town for a tour waiting for Barb to get done at the museum at 5. The Plainview Pirates' 8-man football team was practicing on their nice field behind the high school. Once Barb was off, I followed her to her home and met her husband Don, the longtime football, basketball, and track coach at the high school who had just recently retired. We enjoyed a great dinner of chicken, corn, and beans and an evening of watching some TV. The satellite dish was having some problems and kind of determined what we would watch for us.
From the fringe of town I started running with the normal ritual of stopping at every mile post that is a multiple of five. A few miles out of Plainview, across from a giant plant that made pesticides, I got stung by some strange bug on my tongue after it had crawled into my water bottle. I'd never seen that type of bug before, let alone feel it's sting. It seems like at every stop here in Nebraska I see a new bug.
Entering Plainview I was only intending to make a quick stop for lunch before continuing with the nine miles to Osmond. I noticed on the sign welcoming me to town there was mention of free camping-a tempting factor to get me to stay. I ditched the cart in the city park, threw on basketball shorts (a new ritual to cover my running shorts so I don't stand out too much in stores), and visited the grocery store downtown. While eating, I noticed the Klown Museum had free admission and figured it would be worth checking out.
I entered the museum, surprised that this much clown memorabilia even existed in the world. There were over 7000 pieces in the museum. Most of these were dolls and figurines, but toilet scrubber holders and light switch covers were also included. If you have any mild fear of clowns, this is not the place for you at all.
I talked to the volunteer working there, Barb, about the museum, my trip across the US, and my plans to head to Osmond for the evening. She mentioned that if I stayed in town she would put me up for the night in her home. I thought for a minute, but it was an easy decision that this was too good of an offer to pass up. If a shower in a city park was worth cutting a run five miles short, like yesterday, then a shower in a home and a bed to sleep in was well worth cutting a day nine miles short.
I walked around town for a tour waiting for Barb to get done at the museum at 5. The Plainview Pirates' 8-man football team was practicing on their nice field behind the high school. Once Barb was off, I followed her to her home and met her husband Don, the longtime football, basketball, and track coach at the high school who had just recently retired. We enjoyed a great dinner of chicken, corn, and beans and an evening of watching some TV. The satellite dish was having some problems and kind of determined what we would watch for us.
Just a few of the over 7,000 clowns
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