Duty at the bike shop complete, I had time for one more Michigan adventure. Paul and I packed our mountain bikes, intending to ride 80 miles of technical single-track trail in two long days. We had a great start, getting lost several times, running through un-rideable swamps while fleeing clouds of mosquitoes like they were a hoard of zombies, cursing loudly as equipment malfunctions caused me to repeatedly fall over at slow or no speed… In short it was a great time, till a couple of missing bolts called a halt to the ride. We made it 20 miles.
|Paul makes it look easy.|
|Pre-ride. Packed and ready and clueless.|
If we had kept it together and ridden as planned, the second day would have been glorious; 50 degrees and raining, 40 miles of trail to ride. Truly the stuff legends are made of.
|The house I grew up in. I used to mow that lawn in 3 hours on a riding mower and got paid $5 to do it.|
I stopped in Wisconsin briefly, a chance to visit family I hadn’t seen often enough. Brother, nieces, nephews, grand-nieces and grand-nephews, and best of all, great-grand-nephew Logan. I also got to see nephew James race.
|He credits his success to having the same last name as Uncle Will.|
|Famous race car driver James Swan and his fiancé Katie and some guy in a grey shirt...|
|That's James. People line up for his autograph.|
|Grand-nephew Chris emulating his Uncle Will.|
And then I hit the road, this time heading west. Here’s some photos of the hum-drum stuff that makes up my days. Enjoy.
|I love stone houses. And I love how the heavy stones all got used at the bottom of this one.|
|At the entrance to the Spam museum. 3500 cans of Spam and a globe.|
|This is a candle, not actual meat.|
|More fun than it looks...|
|Nick's Hamburgers in Brookings, SD. Ranked in the top 51 hamburger joints in the USA.|
|Yes, they were delicious.|