We woke up to the first rooster at 4:15 am on Friday after a great but short night of sleep at the yurt, and slept intermittently as rooster two and three and four joined in and the sun started to rise. Packing up didn’t take too long and the resident peacocks saw us off as … Continue reading Pedaling 90 miles from the yurt to Crow Wing State Park, and 78 to Walker, MN
Author: Lisa
Last day on the Big BAM
The last day of our 315 mile ride could be summed up as headwind/sidewind/headwind/sidewind/headwind/sidewind/break for breakfast/headwind on a busy road with a terrible shoulder/sidewind/headwind/sidewind/drizzle/headwind/sidewind/headwind/long ride on Mexico Gravel Road/headwind/drizzle/done. Or at least that is the way it seemed to me. The original route for this ride was supposed to take us from Moberly to Arrow … Continue reading Last day on the Big BAM
The Big BAM
In the summer of 2017 we did our first RAGBRAI, a ride that spans the state of Iowa, starting at the Missouri River and ending at the Mississippi. It was quite a thrill to ride with 10,000 other people through cornfields and small towns and to have people wave and cheer us on, and feed … Continue reading The Big BAM
Tour de Pepin
Last weekend we drove to Lake City, MN to do the Tour de Pepin, an annual organized ride that follows Lake Pepin, a beautiful glacial lake that is part of the Mississippi River. We opted for the 72 mile route, though were envious of the riders on the 35 and 50 mile routes as they … Continue reading Tour de Pepin
Homecoming
We flew home from New Orleans on Tuesday, June 19 (well, Wednesday, really). Walked up the many steps to our front door at 3:30 am after an eight hour delay at the MSY airport, with our pannier bags and a suitcase that my sister shipped to us in New Orleans, fumbling for house keys that … Continue reading Homecoming
Day Twenty Eight: New Orleans walkabout
It was strange to be on foot all day yesterday rather than traveling by bike, but we had a lovely time wandering around the city. We woke early and walked down to the Mississippi river and it was humid - tropical, even, by nine o'clock. Overheard the captain of the steamboat Natchez direct his crew … Continue reading Day Twenty Eight: New Orleans walkabout
