The second checkpoint, 36 miles in, was in a nice spot by this covered bridge.
We'd done another big chunk of climbing since the last checkpoint (I'd doubled my maximum single-ride climbing, by this time), but there'd also been some exhilarating and twisty dirt road downhills. Riders would pull into the checkpoint with huge grins and gibber about how fun it'd been.
It was at this station that I realized that my standards for food cleanliness had dropped dramatically. I peeled a boiled egg, and watched it get smudged grey with grime from my fingers as I did. I ate it anyways. I also wolfed down a PBJ sandwich and another banana at this station. The handful of fig newtons and bananas at the previous station hadn't been enough, and I was feeling pretty serious hunger pangs by the time I got here.
I also snagged an egg and a couple of small muffins and stuffed them in the bento box behind my handlebars, so that I could snack while riding if necessary. That food all ended up as mush and smeared all over my map.