The next morning was Sunday, so I went to the Elkhorn City Baptist Church. The teaching was right on the money, in my opinion. The people there were quite friendly. One guy even gave me a belt buckle!

Afterwards, I sent to the Wagon Wheel Restaurant — a popular name for restaurants across the country, probably because of the abundance of old, discarded wagon wheels available for decoration. When I finished the waitress told me that Bill Brickey (my Sunday school teacher) had already paid my check. He had already left, so I couldn’t even thank him.

Everything in town shut down on Sunday, even the convenience store. The laundromat was closed, so I couldn’t do laundry, either.

Even though it was Sunday, I decided to ride a short distance, since it was just a few miles to Breaks Interstate Park. Besides, I hadn’t camped in a while. Upon arrival, I debated whether I should get a campsite immediately, and spend time cooking and cleaning up, or eat at the restaurant, and risk setting up my campsite in the dark.

It was probably less than 2 miles to the park.

I decided that the path of maximum laziness was to eat at the lodge, which is what I did. There turned out to be plenty of time for finding a nice campsite and setting up my tent.