While I packed up my camp, my new friend Brook gave me some home-made jam to take with me, very kind. About a mile later, I was on the Lake Wobegone Trail. About 15 years ago, I ran dozens of miles on that trail while training for marathons, so I felt excited about cycling on it.
Soon after I turned onto the Lake Wobegone Trail, a few runners ran toward me. They were wearing numbers, so I knew they had to be in an organized race. I loved the idea of being back on my favorite marathon-training trail with runners on an actual race. I figured they were running a 5 or 10k. But then, I saw the back of a sign that seemed like a mile-marker, for the runners. I glanced back at it, and the sign said “Mile 25.” They were marathoners!
I cheered them on while I cycled toward them. I ran 3 marathons, so I know what mile 25 feels like. It’s drudgery. You don’t ran fast. You don’t even think fast, or at all. Cheers can really help, so I was happy to cheer them on, while riding my loaded bike.
When I approached Albany, two cyclists coming toward me waved. They were my niece Darcy and my nephew Scott, coming to meet me on the trail. I had a great time in Albany catching up with them and other family.
That night, I stayed with a high-school friend in a wonderful cycling-art café he built. It’s called Art in Motion, with the nickname Boho. It’s next to the Lake Wobegone Trail, which is a great trail. If you ever cycle on it, I highly recommend Art in Motion. The art, food, service, and overall vibe of the place is more than just fun. It’s special, as their website shows.
I’m in Brainerd as I write this. My blog posts might be delayed for a few days since I’ll be in more remote areas, might be hard to find wifi.
Here are pictures from my trip through Lake Wobegone.
Is there an actual lake called wobegone?
Sounds fun so fat!
Actually, there isn’t an actual lake called Lake Wobegone. Garrison Keller invented it for the radio stories he told for about 20 years. I think the BBC used to broadcast some of his stories. He based the fictional Lake Wobegone on the area where I grew up, in Central Minnesota.
So amazing that you got to experience those memories of marathoning and share priceless time with Darcy and Scott! Love that bridge. 🙂