We finally made a "Euro-century" today as our odometer read 101.4 km as our aching bodies pulled into Selnica ob Dravi, just short of Maribor. Leaving Volkemarkt, we descended to the Austrian border and were treated to more glorious views of the bluish green Drava.
As soon as we entered Slovenia, it felt different. The hills rose higher and the woods became thick, almost like Northern California. The bike path disappeared and we were forced to ride most of the afternoon on a windy mountain road. As the sun began to set, we contemplated finding a place to wild camp as the road sans street lamps would not be a safe option after dark. As we climbed a hill, we spotted a sign showing a word we had learned hours earlier meaning pension.
The owner let out a semi menacing guffaw when we told her where we were from; guess they don't get a lot of Yankees round here! In half German and English, we negotiated a price for the evening: 38€ with breakfast. Dinner consisted of some strange fare: cottage cheese rolled in dough, salad and fish, but was pretty good.