This is normal life, right?

Two weeks into the ride, it felt normal to get on a bike every day. Four weeks into the ride it became difficult to remember what it was like not biking every day. By week 5, I was so into the routine of biking that I couldn’t even think of anything I needed to do on my day off except for sleep a little extra. We spent our rest day in Burton, Ohio at the home of my friend Catie’s aunt. It was wonderful and relaxing and we made some cookies and banana bread to bring back to the other big riders. There was a terrible storm the night we got back to camp and I only slept three hours because my tent was bending in on me, but the next day we had only 58 miles to go, so I wasn’t to worried. We had an easy biking day and arrived in New Waterford, tired but happy.Every night we get into camp, set up our tents and go from there. Now I generally choose my camping site based on proximity to the truck(my duffle bags are not easy to carry and I’ve fallen over several times while trying to balance them) and in New Waterford,this was not a wise decision. I got into camp, saw a shady spot near the truck and set up my tent, unpacked my gear and took a nap. I  woke up to an unpleasant smell and a loud bang. I had placed my tent right around the corner from the Porta Potty and I was downwind. By time Mass (it was Saturday night) and dinner were over however it was getting dark and all the other good campsites were taken. I was also way to lazy and tired to move. There is much to be said of sleeping in a state of sheer exhaustion. What would have normally driven me crazy hardly bothered me at all and I gave my stuff plenty of time to air out the next night to get rid of any lingering odors…