Their sign said welcome to the middle of nowhere...and it couldn't have been more accurate. The village of Camden had 1,000 people in it and I'm pretty sure that we rode by the entire village when we headed to Edwardsburg. Leaving Camden the Pastor (man next to the dressed up poodle...named Tiffany...) showed us an alternative route which cut 2 miles off our ride and we followed him that morning which was a really nice start to the day. Once in Edwardsburg we all ate dinner and then went to bed early for our ride into Chicago.
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