Once again, I’m behind in my blog posts, even more than before. In this case, I’m going to combine 2 day into one post, May 11 and 12. Both relate to the title of this post.. I wrote this post very fast. My apologies for any, or all of the, typos.
“Hard and rather tedious stretches belong to most endeavours and in the end they are what makes the good parts shine even brighter.”
A good friend told me that recently in email, after I told her about my recent days in remote and rustic stretches. She’s cycled through many more remote places than I have, so her advice comes from experience. It’ll also nudge me along in future remote places.
I saw very few towns, not even a stand-alone gas station. I used to say Holdingford was in the middle of nowhere. Today’s ride was further away from nowhere. Of course, there were still some fun moments, as the pictures show. I have on set of photos for May 12 and one for May 13.
Pictures for May 12
Waking up alone in a forest felt very peaceful. But after about an hour, someone came by with his dog and took a picture for me.
Can you see what’s missing in this picture?
I stopped at this park for a late lunch and break.
These trees were in the park. They feel so rugged to look at and walk under.
The Mississippi River also flowed by.
I spent some time in an Indian Reseravation. I’ve heard of burial groujnds before, but these are first ones I saw that were recent.
There were many miles through forests.
And more miles through forests.
I like the indian-smiley at the base of this tree.
My bike was attacked!
I camped next to Lake Winnibigoshish, love that name.
Pictures for May 13
Due to a tech problem, I had to use a different app to create today’s map. This map shows 54.5 miles.
I love the forest, but after days of cycling through it, I craved something different.
I was still cycling to the Mississippi headwaters, so the river was getting narrower.
I enjoyed watching the birds fly off in the distance.
The Mississippi River is so calm and quiet here.
The river is also very shallow.
After reaching Itaska, I had a strong urge to gaze at the water for an hour or 2.
