Somehwere south of Crandon, WI to Lac Vieux Desert, WI- ~90miles
By this time, I'd learned an important lesson in bicycle touring- never, ever, EVER stop on the side of road unless you want company. Closely examine any feature of your bicycle and somebody will offer mechanical help, look at a map and people will offer directions, lay the bike on the side of the road and duck into the woods to take a leak and MY GOD THERE'S BEEN A HORRIBLE ACCIDENT!!! (I really need to get a kickstand).
Anyway, one thing I find completely odd is the number of people who ask me for directions. Seriously, the last guy you want to ask for directions is the strung out touring rider with a map and GPS strapped to his handlebars. Nonetheless, I had some guy in a minivan wave me down to ask if I knew where "Chicken In The Woods Road" was?
Huh?
Yep, I guess I heard that right.
"Uh, no. I don't."
Although I felt I should have responded with something like "No, but the blue dog barks at midnight." just to see where it got me.
About thirty miles later though (man, that guy was lost)....
Had another nice ride on Military Rd. that day and pressed on up US-45 to a National Forest campground right on the border of MI on Lac Vieux Desert (it's French for "big lake that stays shallow enough to wade in about 1/4 mile out from the beach"). Nice for a National Forest campground, but I gotta say- those private campgrounds spoiled me. They were all cheaper, had hot showers, and had surprisingly way better tent sites.
Lac Vieux Desert, WI to Askel, MI- ~100 miles
Crossed the WI/MI border early in the day.
The ride was pretty pleasent until Kenton, MI. After that, I was on the home stretch and couldn't wait to get home. Those final miles just dragged on and on. I was half tempted to dump the bags in the bushes and come back for them with the car.
I made it home without incident, just in time to watch the weather turn cold and rainy for the rest of the weekend.
I'm really tempted to wax poetic here about how the whole touring thing is awesome and i had such a great time and blah, blah, blah. But really, I was kinda glad to be home and off the bike for a bit. Although it only took a couple of days before I started planning my next stupid bike trip. Don't touch that dial....
By this time, I'd learned an important lesson in bicycle touring- never, ever, EVER stop on the side of road unless you want company. Closely examine any feature of your bicycle and somebody will offer mechanical help, look at a map and people will offer directions, lay the bike on the side of the road and duck into the woods to take a leak and MY GOD THERE'S BEEN A HORRIBLE ACCIDENT!!! (I really need to get a kickstand).
Anyway, one thing I find completely odd is the number of people who ask me for directions. Seriously, the last guy you want to ask for directions is the strung out touring rider with a map and GPS strapped to his handlebars. Nonetheless, I had some guy in a minivan wave me down to ask if I knew where "Chicken In The Woods Road" was?
Huh?
Yep, I guess I heard that right.
"Uh, no. I don't."
Although I felt I should have responded with something like "No, but the blue dog barks at midnight." just to see where it got me.
About thirty miles later though (man, that guy was lost)....
Had another nice ride on Military Rd. that day and pressed on up US-45 to a National Forest campground right on the border of MI on Lac Vieux Desert (it's French for "big lake that stays shallow enough to wade in about 1/4 mile out from the beach"). Nice for a National Forest campground, but I gotta say- those private campgrounds spoiled me. They were all cheaper, had hot showers, and had surprisingly way better tent sites.
Lac Vieux Desert, WI to Askel, MI- ~100 miles
Crossed the WI/MI border early in the day.
The ride was pretty pleasent until Kenton, MI. After that, I was on the home stretch and couldn't wait to get home. Those final miles just dragged on and on. I was half tempted to dump the bags in the bushes and come back for them with the car.
I made it home without incident, just in time to watch the weather turn cold and rainy for the rest of the weekend.
I'm really tempted to wax poetic here about how the whole touring thing is awesome and i had such a great time and blah, blah, blah. But really, I was kinda glad to be home and off the bike for a bit. Although it only took a couple of days before I started planning my next stupid bike trip. Don't touch that dial....
We're so glad you made it home and the bike in one piece. So where will the next trip take you? Cross country?? See you in a couple of weeks.
Mom and dad bought me a trailer for my bike for the kids, now I can be a crazy biker too!
Chicken in the Woods Road. Nice. Great picture!!