Tough Times in Illinois

Post for June 3, 2021

Normally, I enjoy cycling into small towns. I like how each is unique with it’s own little downtown, old brick buildings, and often, a place for a nice treat. Today, I cycled through New Boston, Illinois, and had a different reaction.

More pictures from downtown.

About 10 miles from town, big trucks often came toward me, and when I got into town, there were few of the charming downtowns buildings I usually see. There were also several old brick homes that used to be impressive but have lost their charm.

It’s interesting, and sad, how buildings tell the story of a place. The pictures tell the more of the story.

The song for today is Worrisome Years.


2 thoughts on “Tough Times in Illinois

  1. Good morning:
    I want to thank you for sharing your Mississippi riding adventure with others. From the mighty river’s trickling beginning to the wide-open expanses of America’s watery spine, I want to acknowledge the effort it takes to write daily while existing and planning for what lay ahead. As the historical watery highway gains momentum toward the sea, and as each horizon creates new possibilities, it is a significant commitment to reflect and compose the narrative. Your route is one I have long considered in my own personal cycling journeys. Over many decades, I have enjoyed multiple ‘Pedal to the Seas’. Your adventure is very similar. Let me explain. As a child growing up in Canada, my Mother gave to me a book called Paddle to the Sea. The book’s setting is very near where I grew up. It is the story of a small indigenous boy who longed for adventure but needed to stay close to home to support family. So he carved a small canoe, and one Spring day in ‘Nipigon Country’, he placed the canoe on a frozen stream and wished it well on its journey to the sea. The icy cover melted away, and the tiny canoe floated from the height of land toward Lake Superior. The beautifully illustrated story, Paddle to the Sea, describes the journey of this paddle person from the highlands north of Gitchigumi to the Atlantic Ocean by way of the Great Lakes. Through Lake Superior and beyond to lakes Michigan, Huron, Erie, and Ontario, the little wooden carving had headwinds, beaver dams, large lake ships, Niagara Falls, gulls, and all kinds of challenges while meandering to the Gulf of St Lawrence in the Atlantic Ocean. I used this story as a teaching tool for many years as an Elementary School Teacher. Over 30 years ago, my wife and I began to cycle together, and while planning many trips, chose to name each a version of ‘Peddle to the Sea’. Together, Dawn and I rode across many North American regions and parts of Europe on our many Peddle to the Seas. During each, I (or we) journaled. Like a bike wheel on a hub, my point rotates back to you. The commitment to write at the end of the day is huge. It takes time. It takes mental discipline. So thank for writing about, “….what you love.”. It is the open road and the amazing experiences you have along the way. Whether rain or shine, may your peddle to the sea be the best life experience of all. May the wind be at your back today and always. Best wishes from Huntsville, Ontario, Canada

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