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A kilometer down the road there was another stopped group in a small dark intersection of farm-to-market roads. This group spoke English and asked if I'd seen arrows.

"Um, no, but my eyes are not so good."

"Well, there aren't any down that way."

What to do? We pondered, nobody else arrived, they took off (in the direction which they'd told me they'd seen no arrows.) Backtracking up the hill, maybe 100yds back, there was an arrow marking a turn we'd missed while descending.

Man, that headlamp would be handy now. My mind is too tired to try to figure my status in the dark, or even in the light of the next cozy soup stand, but I'm feeling like I've totally blown the schedule tonight. "Hey, how the hell did you get here," one of the guys from the lost party asked after approaching from another direction?

Villaines-la-Juhel

The sun will be rising as I approach Loudéac. This will be my fourth time riding in to Loudéac, but the first time riding in with daylight. I don't remember if it was raining, but it was definitely wet and misty. By now the clothes I have on and the clothes I'm carrying are all soaked and the big bag on the back of my seat is well mildewed. People talk about one garment or another being the greatest thing for wet weather, but after three days it's all soaked from rain sweat or both, so I'd just as soon go for less bulk.

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