We are camping near the headwaters of the Mississippi north of Itasca State Park and yesterday was a town day. In Park Rapids, my wife gave me the choice between this
Guess which one I chose…
She wanted to go quilt shop hopping, so we agreed to meet in Walker, about thirty miles away. Thirty miles is not that far for me to pedal. I used to commute that distance by bike when I worked for the Minneapolis Police. One day, I challenge the 53J bus from Chaska to a race – and won.
It was a great day for biking; warm weather and a light wind fragrant with the scent of white and red pine, birch and poplar.
I caught this sumac starting to turn. In a month the trail will be lined with red.
A loon called to me. The little guy is out there somewhere sounding kind of lonely.
I wish I had a camera. These were taken with my smart phone, so the colors are washed out and fail to convey the cool deep shade of the woods.
I ended my ride at a bar in Walker… Life is so good.