Longer days more miles

Tuesday's ride was really a beauty. After leaving Carcassone's busy morning streets we headed out into fields of wheat and barley. As we rode through wonderful rolling sea of fields I looked to the south and realized we could see the rising snow capped Pyrenees mountians. The landscape seemed to open up more than it had before, so we could look out for many amazing miles.
We found a campground just out of Revel a top a windy forest covered mountian, with a blue mountian lake that seemed very popular for the French to vacation at. When we awoke the next morning ready for another day of riding our tent was being thrown this way and that from a strong wind that didn't seem like it wanted to stop. So we had a relaxing rest day in hopes to wait out the wind.
When we awoke the next morning our tent was still being thrown around but we needed to get going so we had a windy pack up. As soon as we made it off the mountain the wind stopped and our long ride had begun, but thankfully without the wind. We stopped in a sleepy French town for lunch where we found a wonderful boulangerie (bread shop). We pigged out on bread, cheese, qnd these cheap little strawberry cookies from the boulangerie.
At the end of the day we had made it to Montauban, with it heavy evening traffic. but by the time we had gotten there the local tourism office was closed so we had no way of finding a campground. So Kelly and I found a nice little Hotel. The receptionist was more than helpful when we were unloading our bikes, and her English was exceptional. The shower melted Kelly and I after our merathon ride, and the bed was a glorious feeling. Hotels are nice after numorous nites in a tent.
Our ride today ended in Agen. After around 180 km in two days our muscles are feeling it, but the experience of being here and riding into the next little town or having the next unexpected experience with the local people helps ease the soreness. For example Kelly and I were riding through a small village and I realized how I still get a kick out of seeing old men walk down the street with a couple of morning baggettes under their arm. Its amazing to see how these people live.