Francisville to Franklinton, Louisiana. Hot and humid with intermittent showers. Felt like June in the Carolinas. It even looks as much. A hilly day with about 3400 feet of climbing. One hill after another, none terribly steep or long. We had lunch in a little town that had been hit with a big tornado last year. They were still rebuilding. The mayor and her husband came over and opened their church so we would have a proper bathroom. It’s time to go to bed so we can get up and do it all over again. Tomorrow, we leave Louisiana for Mississippi.
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