NEUBURG, GERMANY -- Today was uneventful but enjoyable.

Leaving Sebastian in Altdof I scooted west on some spectacular country roads. The area is much like Wisconsin with green fields and rolling hills. It looks like the farmers are already working on their second cutting of hay.

The priest at St. Peter's in Neuburg let me set up my tent for the night in his garden. It's at the side of his house, across from the church and on the other side of the wall is the area cemetery.

A day with little excitement and lots of miles would have been perfect. It's been sunny and in the mid 60s.

However around 10 p.m. the winds started to rush through the trees and lightning ripped and obviously a storm was ahead.

Normally I'm a storm enthusiast; that's when I have an option to go indoors. This tent setup merely felt like I had a newspaper's width of protection between me and the storm.

Knocking on the door of the priest's house proved hopeless, even though I prayed for him to come to answer.

The door to the entrance of the church was still open; it was a tiny area about 10 feet by 10 feet but much better than what I had going on.

With lightning flashing and winds howling I raced to grab my bike and wheel it into the church. On the second trip I grabbed my bedding and the third my camera and other valuables. The tent stayed.

This could easily make for a reality game show.

The storm pushed through and I stayed in the entryway until 4 a.m.

I figured there would be the one Catholic who gets to church at 5 a.m. for their normal daily prayers and I didn't want them to start their morning scared by a hopeless transient sleeping in the doorway.

So I packed my gear and moved back to the wet tent.

It's all part of the adventure.