Somewhere along Hwy 20:
The town of Wauconda was about 20 miles up the hill, not quite to the top, and there was a campground available. "Town" was an exaggeration - three sad-looking buildings clustered together. The store was unlocked when there were customers, the cafe/post office/saloon had no customers.
"Campground" was also an exaggeration - a large grass area near an old schoolhouse, several RV sites under development, a porta-potty available, a faucet with running water, no people, and apparently free.
Dick cooked dinner on top of the falling-apart barbecue and could do it from a reclining position.Miles completed = 378
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