I woke up at 6:30am to the sound of heavy rain and thunder with the realization I never brought my bike back inside after getting lunch yesterday. Luckily, only my tent and sleeping pad were straped down to my bike and the bag they're in kept them dry for the most part. As I walked back through the kitchen I saw he guy that came in last night. I heard a car pull up yesterday evening but didn't think too much of it since some of Neil's other friends stopped by throughout the day. This guy was looking for Neil when he came in but I told him he was out of town for a couple days. After that, he went down into the basement and didn't come back up until I saw him this morning. I was too tired to introduce myself or inquire any further as to why he was there. I'm sure he felt the same way about seeing me. Neil's house seems to have a pretty loose open-door policy. I didn't leave until after 12:00pm for a few reasons:
1. I was waiting for the rain to stop
2. My next host wasn't expecting me til after 3:00pm and I only had 30 miles to ride.
And 3. No one was there to make me leave. That's okay, right? I wasn't making a mess or eating all the food in the house so what difference does it make?
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