Showing posts with label rail trail. Show all posts
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Friday, November 25, 2022

Going On 70 and Feeling 30

When I returned from the Everglades I parked my trailer at an angle so that the distance from the electric box to my trailer would be shorter and not require an extension cord.   An extension cord provides too much resistance and my air conditioner doesn't cool.

Those of you reading this from the snowy north will have a hard time imagining that sometimes we are still turning on our airconditioners here in Inverness, Florida.

I like the angle of my trailer, the screen tent can set further from the road.  It is still is in danger in this 55 and older Mobile Home and RV Park.  The flower pot I set by a tent stake to mark it, got smashed last week. I have added some reflectors on tall sticks to try to prevent others from driving into my stuff.  

I thought replacing the dust cap (Hub Cap?) on my Weeroll would be easy once I set my mind to it.  So I took measurements and pictures and went to a trailer place.  Nope!  They directed me to NAPA.  I went to NAPA.  Nope!  They told me to call the factory where I got my trailer.

I called Weeroll and I got a person right away!  She was nice and took down the information and I sent pictures.  She said she would investigate and get back to me.

It has been a week.  I will have to call again.

The Couple Status

Steve jokes that he has to check my blog to find out the status of our relationship.  First, "We are not a couple!" then "We are a couple."

Since Steve and I realized we are a "couple" after all.  We discussed our age difference.  He just turned 64, and in July I will hit the big BIG 70 bench mark!  "You gotta take care of yourself," he said to me.

After that discussion I went online to look at the actuarial statistics.  Since women live longer than men (statistically) what are the odds I will die before him.

I found a neat website where I could put in my birth date and female and his birth date and male and I got this cool chart.  Looks like the chances are good we depart this life at about the same time.  

Now our task is to fit as much living into those next 18 to 20 years as we can!

New Us

There are studies out there in the Universe about the euphoria and chemical changes that occur during the early stages of romantic love.  I believe I have read some articles about that.  

Reading about it and the experience of it are two different things.  I am giggling and giddy, I am one dang sexy old woman.  I am 30 years old until I look in the mirror.

I thought I was happy before, but this new experience with Steve has me over-the-top with excitement for future adventures and just sharing the beauty of today.  

And the best part (besides all the things I admire, enjoy, am grateful for, am amazed about, in Steve) is that I now have a play mate.  

Now get your mind out of the gutter!  That isn't what I mean... well, not what I mean here.  

What I mean  here is that he says, "You wanna go kayaking?" and I am there because I love sharing nature with him and I love kayaking the lakes and rivers around here.  

In the Everglades I waded through a puddle and Steve joined me.  And later we were aiming our bikes to ride through puddles.  Playing like kids.

I say, "Would you like to join me on this camping trip?" and he becomes just as excited as I am to go explore a place together.

Did I tell you that he wants to do the Great Allegheny Passage (GAP) Trail?  We are planning on doing that the second half of September 2023.  We will carry out tents and all that crap.  I just replaced my back rack with one that is rated for 85 lbs.

We were at lunch on a Withlacoochee Bicycle Riders' ride and the couple across from us were telling us about their trip to Bonaire in the Western Carrabean.  They said the snorkling was amazing.  Steve nudged me.  

Oh my! Yes!  That too is a distinct possibility when you have a bold and venturous play mate. 

I am keeping my eyes open for when Sister Corp (a branch of the Sister's on the Fly that goes in to help months after a disaster) will be going to Fort Myers to help with the rebuild after Hurricane Ian.  Steve is very interested in doing that also.

So much of the things that I wanted to do but didn't do because I didn't want to do them alone, well now I just might do them! 

Today I canceled my commitment to volunteer to camphost again at South Trout Lake in Wisconsin.  I just don't want to tie myself down to one place for a whole month.  Even if Steve decides not to come out to Wisconsin to do a shake-down bike tour with me, I have places and people to see while I am there. 

I am making my camping plans for spring now, when I will return traveling into the northern states.  I shared with Steve a couple of the places I will be going.   (I was silently hoping that he will be interested and join me for them).  

He is interested!  He has made his reservations.  So we will be pulling our trailers north and enjoying some really great places on the way.  

A couple of the places we are going, I had really wanted to share with him.  

Hunting Beach State Park in South Carolina is the place I stayed during the Sisters on the Fly/Pledge the Pink event I attended in October on the way down to Florida.  The beach is flat and when I was there lights were not allowed on the beach because of turtle nesting season.  I don't know if it will be a good star-gazing beach in the spring, but I hope so.  I also want to visit the Gulla/Geechee museum in the area and stop at the Gulla/Geechee Artists Gallery.

Hocking Hills State Park is in Ohio. I hosted my first Sister on the Fly event there on my way down and I was impressed with the hiking trails.  It has many hiking trails, gorges, and is next to the John Glen Observatory.

We are also going to Hungry Mother State Park  This park was recommended by a Sister on the Fly, Susan J.  I emailed her and Dee to see if they wanted to join me there for some kayaking and hiking.  Dee responded with a resounding "YES!".  I haven't heard from Susan yet.  I may have to break down and call her.   It is funny how making a call is the last way I try to contact someone.

If you have been reading these letters all year, you may recall that on my way North I met up with Susan and Dee to do the Virginia Creeper Trail in Virginia.  We really enjoy each other and they like to hike and eat pizza like me.

In Delaware, Steve will branch off and head for his home in New York.  He has a house and family there that will need his attention.  I am still un-encumbered by house maintenance.  I am liking that a bunch, really.  

I will visit trails in Pensylvania and then the Finger Lakes Region of New York. In my plans are Vermont and across the border into Canada where I will spend the week of the 4th of July with my good friends, Louise and Richard.  

My next travel season is really taking great shape and I have anticipating another awsome summer.

What's Been Going On

A couple villas have come up for sale in Windermere (my former neighborhood).  The prices are still high, and I have time to wait, so I will wait and continue to be house-free.

Or will I?  Read on.

I visited my storage area and was bummed by all the stuff I have there.  I am now thinking maybe I should just buy a cheap mobile home to store the stuff and at least enjoy some of it sometimes.  It is frustrating to not have a home base to invite friends for dinners and gatherings.

I am paying $168/mo to store artwork and furniture and paperwork and tools in airconditioning.  

Is that foolish?  To buy a trailer to stay in and store my stuff?  Investigating some more, running some numbers.  Second guessing my impluses.  This afternoon I looked at a small one bedroom old mobile home for under $21,000.  Hmmmm. 

Other than that, I have been going on the Withlacoochee Tuesday and Thursday rides.  Steve races down to our starting point (about seven miles) to get his vigorous workout before riding with the group.

The other day there was a special ride.  Steve drove us and our bikes down to Townsen park about 16 miles south of Inverness.  The ride was well attended.  Below is Jean, Dave and Steve.  

Jean is my friend that I did work for last year.  She has hired me again to do billing for her therapy practice!  Thank you, Jean!  I look forward to helping her serve her clients.

Good things just seem to fall in my path all the time!

Linda and Linda (below) also live in my RV park.  They are fun and on the ride we ended up trying to sing songs and howl like wolves while we were riding.  John had his video recorder going a  lot and put together a neat video of the ride and some of our childish antics on Facebook.

We rode into Brooksville and after a great lunch at the Bistro we went exploring and found this tree fountain.

And in front of the courthouse, this twisted oak.  I thought someone had trained it when it was a sapling, but Steve pointed out the  branches also showed some twist and it was probably something genetic.  Pretty cool.

Steve and I dropped in too late on the last day of the Art Festival in downtown Inverness.  The artists were packing up and it was raining.   We did get to see some of the bicycle-artworks that are scattered about town.  This one was done by my friend Linda Reiland.

This one by fellow Cyclopath (triker) Camille.

There is a lot of talented artists along the Withlacoochee Trail.  After the quick stop at the Art Fest we met up with Debra and Glen at music event in my old neighborhood, Windermere.  A band, the Mudds, was playing.  We sat at a table with Debra and Glen and Jean and Keith.  Steve talked music with Keith and I danced and danced in circles and groups of women and men. Fun!  Thanks to Marilyn for arranging this event!

This past Tuesday was cool and cloudy.  It was great for biking.  I announced on the Impromptu Withlacoochee Cyclers Facebook Group that I wanted to go all the way to Dunnellon and dine at Swampy's.  It is a bar and grill right on the crystal clear Rainbow River.

I love it when I announce something and people show up!  We ended up with 11 people around a big table.  Steve and I sat together and did a new-to-us couples thing, we shared a salad.    


Giving Thanks

Thanksgiving Day was really, really wonderful.  Steve drove down to my camper from his house and we started our ride here.  The group was starting their ride about three miles south of here in Floral City.  We had 22 riders for the tradtional Thanksgiving Day Ride!   Yay!  

We road some very low traffic roads (did we see more than one car?) past lots of horse pastures.  We enjoyed watching prancing young colts with their tails held high, bearded goats with big horns, and shaggy coated mules.

Steve and I had been invited to Debra's for Thanksgiving.  I was really looking forward to that.  The rest of the riders went on to see the Zebra while Steve and I headed to Debras for the holiday gathering at noon.

Of course we ate too much and wanted to just keep eating more because everything was SOOOOO GOOOD!  Thanks again, Debra and Glen.  Such good good friends!

I had written up a non-denominational prayer of thanksgiving and Debra had me read it as grace.

"Thankyou God, Thankyou Universe, Thankyou Gia, Thankyou Sun, Earth and Rain, Thankyou all the mysterious powers that created and grew this food.  Thank you farmers and laborers and truckers and grocers.  Thank you for our hands and minds that we are able to prepare and enjoy this food...."
Friends Beth and Jim were there.  They have a cute black and white pit bull.  In 2020 I went over for a visit and we were sitting out  by the pool, me facing Jim and Beth.  Bear, the pit bull was quiet at their feet.  Jim asked me if I carry a gun, or how do I defend myself.  I stood up quickly and punched the air toward Jim, like I do in fitness class.  Bam bam b... Quick as lightening, Bear was standing too with his big paws on my chest barking, his muzzle inches from my face.  I screamed.  Bear quickly obeyed when Jim called him off.  

So since then, I am nervous around Bear.  I have been to her house, but cautious.

Beth says to me, "He is such a sweet dog, you really need to give him another chance."  And she said she wanted to have me and Debra and some other gal friends over.  It will be my chance to make friends with Bear, Lol.

I will keep my fists down, and repeat to myself, "Feel the fear and do it anyway."

I was and am so grateful for my good friends, to be included, for the laughter, the smiles and the hugs.  

I am grateful to all of you who read and comment, who send me emails to let me know what is going on in your lives.  It is a way to stay connected with so many, so in that I am grateful.  And I am grateful for this creative outlet.  I sometimes find I sit down to write a few minutes and hours later...

An attitude of gratitude (the inspirational speakers will tell you) is the pathway to happiness.  I have found this to be so true in my life.  It turns my mind toward the good things happening and away from negativity like what is in the news or seeing the glass half empty.

After our gathering at Debra's, Steve and I went for a walk along the lake by his house.  It was out-of-this-world lovely.  The water smooth, the clouds taking on tints from the setting sun behind us.  Incredible.

Tuesday, June 14, 2022

Memory Lane

The other day I woke up to a note beside my cot.  "Mail Poop!" it said.   

Oh ya, I had done one of those tests to check for colon cancer and I was supposed to mail in the "sample" within 24 hours.  But I had not found a mailbox and then I had forgotten.  In the middle of the night I remembered  I needed to take care of this first thing in the morning.  

Note to self, "Mail Poop!"


One of the reasons I travel is to escape the Florida summer heat.  

Today, it will be in the 90's and humid in SE Minnesota.  

Fortunately for me, I have many other reasons to pull my house behind my truck all over tarnation.

In Frankfort, Illinois I was in a part of the country I was raised in.  I don't much care for the flat farmland.  I always preferred the trees and hills of Wisconsin.  Of course, when I am riding a recumbent, the flat land isn't so flat.

I rode my two-wheel crank-forward on the Folks On Spokes Club fundraising ride.  We started out with some of Joan's friends, but they quickly discovered I was too slow.  

I kept telling Joan to go on, that I had the cue sheet and my cell and I would find my way.  But she insisted on sticking with me.  Joan has electric assist.  She pedals five times and then coasts, and coasts, and coasts, and coasts and coasts.   All the while I am pedaling hard and panting and working hard to keep up.  

To say I was frustrated is putting it mildly.  I don't peg myself as a fast rider, I don't have a fast road bike for a reason.  I enjoy comfort and the scenery.  I enjoy being able to stop and soak in a scene.

And toward the end of our 37-mile route, Joan was giving me encouragement and pointers.  She was being nice as she would with any slow and tired rider.

But hey, I have been riding since 1990, I ride long rides, I have bike toured carrying all my gear just as recently as last year.  I haven't ridden a lot of hills in Florida, but it isn't like I never rode hills before or gone 37-plus miles on my bicycle.  Pedal pedal pedal, coast coast coast coast coast, goes Joan.  Pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal, sweat and pant goes Sue.

We saw that someone put up a covered bridge over their driveway.

When we got back to the park where we had started the ride, Joan went to put her bike in her car.  I headed straight for the refreshments and Frankie who was volunteering at this stop.  I said loudly to Joan that I was going straight to the pavilion because I didn't want to miss the entertainment.  But I should have made sure she heard me.  My voice is in a tone that even with her hearing aides she has trouble hearing.

Usually when I go on these organized fundraising rides the entertainment is done by the time I get back.  When I had checked in I mentioned that to the volunteers who checked me in and they assured me that the music would still be going when I got back.

I parked my bike and walked up the hill to the pavilion.  I saw the musicians packing up their Ukes.  Yep, missed it again.  Being slower than the road riders is my choice and the story of my life.  I shouldn't get frustrated with it, but I was tired and disappointed anyway.  I mentioned it a few times as I grabbed a slice of the last of the pizza and a cookie or two or three.

While I was chatting with Frankie and chowing down, Joan was in the parking lot wondering where I had gone.  She even tried calling my cell.  But I had left it on my bike at the bottom of the hill.  She finally found me.  Sorry, Joan!  

She was a wonderful hostess, my room was so comfy, and I really enjoyed her back deck overlooking the pond where we watched a great blue heron fish and a busy muskrat swim.  

Joan arranged to meet up and ride again in August when I am in Northern Minnesota on the Paul Bunyon Trail.  Cool!  

The next morning I packed up and headed toward Wisconsin.  

I was going to be able to see George's daughter!  I had not seen her for four years and I was so anxious to visit and learn about her life since we last were together.  I also wanted to clear some space in my truck.  I had a few boxes of her dad's things packed in the back seat I meant to give to her.

I texted her when I was about two hours from her home.  When I was about an hour from her home, she texted back.  She was in the hospital!  She had a heart-attack.  She was going to be released later that day, but I knew she wouldn't have the energy for company.

I was in shock.  She is too young for a heart-attack!

I stopped and bought some big garbage bags at a Dollar General.  I wrapped the items in the bags to keep them dry and left them near her front door.

Back on the road I headed toward "home".

Wisconsin Feels Like Home

I was able to stop for a brief visit with my son and his wife in Janesville, WI.  It was good to see them.  

I didn't stay long because I wanted to get set at Lunney Lake Farm Campground near Madison, WI before the rains came and before dark.

It felt great to be back in Wisconsin and near Madison.  I was close to family and friends here, and the scenery was beautiful and familiar.

My first day in Madison I had errands to run.  There are trails all over Madison and many of the streets have bike lanes.  The Capital City Trail goes right by the campground.  What memories!  

George semi-retired on July 31, 2008.  On August 1st he and I got on our trikes each of us pulling burleys with our tent-cots, computers and clothes.  We biked from Waukesha to Lunney Lake Farm Campground.  72 miles, mostly on crushed limestone.  The last leg of our ride that day was on the Capital City Trail.  This was the first day of our 40-day ride around Wisconsin.  No regrets there.  We did it!

Now a solo rider, and unloaded, I rode over to an Anytime Fitness first.  The riding to Anytime and the workout took all morning practically.  Then I rode into downtown to check for mail.  I had just a couple items of mail sent to the General Delivery in Madison.  Plus I had ordered a couple things from Amazon.

The items from Amazon were too big for my trike, so I rushed back to camp and got the truck.

Madison is fun to ride around because there is art everywhere and lots of the residents have planted flowers or wild flowers throughout their yards.

And I was happy to not be assaulted by "Trump 2020" and "F... Biden" signs.  It is hard to relax into la-la land when the political divide was showing its ugly face to me every day of my travels so far.


I passed an area where the cottonwood seeds were floating down like big snow flakes and accumulating on the edges of the grass just as if it were the beginning of a big snow fall.

I looked up at the blue sky with fluff floating there, and I remembered those big fluffy snowflakes and how my granddaughter and I would tilt our heads back and stick out our tongues.

I had to stop writing here.  Along with the 93-degree afternoon, there is a mighty wind. I closed the doors and windows and turned on the air conditioner.

The Clam screen tent served me well. I used as a garage to protect my bikes from the rain.  It was also my outside kitchen.  I chopped and cooked away from the bugs and rain.  And it works as a bit of privacy when I want to wash my armpits, wash my hair, or brush my teeth.

But today the gusts have been big.  I looked up the weather and it said 16 mph, but I think it is gusting much more than that.  Several times today I have stepped outside to add tie-downs and pins and, open vents on the tent.  Still it wanted to fly away.

You would think with screens the wind would move right through, but the screens keep out the tiny bugs and much of the wind.  

After watching it struggle I had to stop writing and take the thing down.  As I did it flew away and I had to catch it.   A bit damaged, I put it in the trash.  Now my bikes will stay out in the weather until the topper for the truck bed comes in, sometime in July or August.  When the wind dies down, I will cover the bikes with a tarp or two.

I will think about buying a new Clam.  But I want to contemplate this because I don't want to jump into doing something I will regret later.  FOR EXAMPLE, and it seems I always have examples of poor purchasing decisions, I have seen for quite some time that other Weeroll owners buy 1/2 umbrellas to place over their doorway and attach to the side of their Weeroll.   It looks real cute.
The other day I bought myself one... and then I bought another one.  Might as well put one on both sides of the trailer so I can keep the windows open during a rain.  And have shade over the windows.

But, now I started to think of mounting them. I thought, why not just buy a shelter without screens and have that over the front door.  I don't want an awning because if it gets damaged it is a major deal to get it fixed or replaced.  When I talk with other trailer owners, awning damage is a common experience.

Now I have TWO umbrellas that I don't want!  One isn't even out of the box, but the  box is soggy because it rained and rained on it.  The one that is out of the box may be already growing mold on its surfaces. Arg!

As I sit writing this, Lilac is wiggling in the wind.  Yesterday there were a few derechos that went through parts of Wisconsin, Illinois and Indiana.  One of them was recorded at 98 mph.

While I was taking the break dealing with the Clam, I remembered that this is the week when I don't have contacts to meet up with and therefore the week I was going to get the fourth COVID shot.  Without firm plans, I can take a day to lay around if I don't feel well.   I walked over to Sterling Pharmacy in Rushford and got a booster for COVID 19.


Back to my experiences while in Madison, WI.

After getting the boxes from the post office I made a veggie dish with black soy noodles.  Then went for a walk down to some wetlands next to the campground. They were actually sewer waste management ponds now turned over to wildlife and recreation.

Tuesday, June 7th was a rainy day.  I drove to my son's in Janesville to hang out with them.  It was lovely, while it rained we watched a breakdancing contest on the TV and then when it stopped raining we went out and pulled weeds.  I still have an open spot on my index finger where I earned a blister.

Then we played Skipbo which reminded me a lot of Spite and Malace, a card game I enjoy with my sister Mary.

Those of you who have been reading this blog for a while might remember that just two years ago Jeremy was very over-weight and ill.  He is looking and moving around much better now.  It was a joy to see. 

Back at camp I had enough time to walk to the wetlands again.  There I saw wood duck, Great Blue Herons, families of geese, a deer,  and the place where the White Pelicans and the Sandhill Cranes go to roost at night.

Walking back to camp I got a text from Terry of Tennessee.  As we texted back and forth  I paused walking.  In a bit I realized that an osprey was making a lot of racket.  I had stopped too close to her nest and she was flying around and swooping down at me to scare me away.

As I courtesy I moved on.

Wednesday I got to hang out too.  I went to the Anytime Fitness on the University Mall in Madison.  It was very well equipped and not busy at all at 8:30 in the morning.

Right around the corner was a Fresh Market.  I bought some groceries, and stuffed them into my side back.  It was very full.

On Friday I drove to Waukesha to ride with Mark and Jane on the Glacial Drumlin Trail.  When we got to Wales, Mark discovered that he had put on two different bike shoes.  Jane had told him, "Turn off the light, you don't need the light to put your shoes on."   Ha ha.

We went to Art Deco Cafe in Waukesha.  They bought my lunch!  Thank you Mark and Jane. 

They invited me to kill some time at their house.  I was to meet up with another friend for supper and music in Downtown Waukesha later.

We had a great visit outside.  Mark pointed out Sven.  Awwwe.  

Winter 2021, my friend Jean Hawks knitted Sven a hat, remember?  Here he is in the snow with his hat off.

Jeri Jackson and I had a great visit over supper.  She bought my dinner!  Thank you, Jeri.   I was looking forward to dancing in the streets, but the Friday night live music didn't happen because it started to rain.  I had 90 miles to drive to get back to Madison.  So at 6:30 I said G'bye to Jeri and headed "home".

I want to tell you that once I got to Wisconsin,, I felt happier.  I felt I was home.  I was close to family and friends, the roads and pathways and vegetation was familiar.

I had a wedding to attend on Saturday. The youngest daughter of a friend of mine from Waukesha was getting married.  I was honored to be included in the invitations.  I was also excited to re-connect with some of the folks from our "Newcomer's Club".  We started out as Newcomers but after many many years we changed our name to Grub Club because once a month we would have a pot-luck dinner.

Before driving to Waukesha for the afternoon wedding I rode my bike to downtown Madison to the farmer's market.  It is awesome!  It goes all the way around the State Capital building. 


The wedding was in the afternoon.  I didn't see anyone I knew except for the mother and father of the bride, Diane and Rick.  I found a seat at the back.  Which was fine until we stood up.


The people in front of me must have been six foot tall or taller.

When the service was over, I sat still watching people leave. I didn't see any of my old friends.

Then as I was walking to the car someone yelled my name.  It was Lisa.  She said the gang was going to her place to have a beverage before going to the reception.  "Would you like to come?" she asked.

"You bet!" I said.

It was a lovely time sitting around and catching up on lives.  There were only six of us there, which allowed for more sharing.  I liked it!  Thanks Lisa and Bruce!

The reception was at a very big, fancy, golf club.  Each place setting had a free sample of coffee in front of it.  The bride's father, Rick, has taken on helping with this Fair Trade project in his retirement.  

Click here if you wanna learn more or support the project by ordering some coffee.

My friends and I were all assigned to Table 15.  Lisa pointed out that she was Mrs. Bruce Hopper and Bruce was Mr. Lisa Hopper on their cards.  The other husbands didn't have that designation of the wife's given name.  We got a chuckle out of that, but really it is the way it should be.

If I had my way every woman would be Ms. just like every man is Mr.  What business is it of the world whether I am married or not?

My place card had a carrot on it for vegetarian.  I got mushroom ravioli.  It was yummy.

Thanks for including me in your celebration, Diane and Rick!

I had to leave before the music and dancing started because I didn't want to drive the 90 miles back to Madison while tired.  I drove much of the way in the dark.  

I keep missing the music!!!  That is the one thing great about my area of Florida.  Everyone is old so they start the music early so we can get home early.  I wanna dance and listen to good music!

The next day I took my time packing up.  I now had two big umbrellas to fit in the bed of the truck.  But the good news was I had given Jodie and Jeremy their boxes of stuff, so the back seat had more room for my stuff.

I was happy to be in Wisconsin, so my next stop on my travel itinerary doesn't make much sense.  But the Root River Trail in SE Minnesota is a place we would travel to with our friends for a weekend of riding every summer.  It is a favorite destination trail.

This time I booked a spot in a campground in Rushford, WI.  This is a different location than what I have done in the past.

This place is packed with memories!  One year we started our ride in Rushford.  It rained on us so we pushed hard to get back ahead of the worst of the rain.  When we got close there are several places were the trail dips up and back down going over a driveway or small road.  We laughed as we struggled to get over those humps at the end of our ride.

Now Rushford has free bikes to use on the trail.   They are kept at the library in Rushford.

This campground has full-hookup but no toilets or showers.  It is good practice for me.

I had studied the weather app and it said only a 30% chance of rain and zero inches of accumulation.  Great!  I didn't pack a jacket.  The raincoat that I always keep on my trike will be good enough.

The railbed runs along a river, and in the distance on both sides are tall bluffs.

So many memories!  I wasn't even at the first town, Peterson, when it began to pour.  I remembered getting caught in the rain and spending an hour with George at a gazebo in town in Peterson waiting for the rain to stop.

When I got to Whalen I shared a shelter with Barb and Bob from the St. Paul area.  They travel in class C motor home.  They have been a lot of places.  I asked about their favorite trails.  The Hiawatha Trail in Northern Idaho was their first pick.  

I remembered riding up that trail with George and our friends Kathi and Karl.  We could hear wolves in the distance.  When we got to the top we got wet in the stream there to cool off.

Then as Barb and Bob and I watched the rain I couldn't help but smile.  I remembered being caught in the rain in Whalen when we were staying at a lodge in town with our friends.  The rain had just finished and George and I were walking back to the lodge and grinning and stomping in the puddles, getting ourselves even wetter and dirtier.  

The rain seemed to lighten, I said goodbye to Barb and Bob and proceeded toward Lansborro.  

At the bridge I stopped.  I could see in my memory Kathi floating is circles in the eddies created by the merging of the two rivers there.   I remembered another year while kayaking with Mari and Jerry we hit some rapids there and Jerry fell in and lost his glasses.  Was this after George passed?  Was he with us then?

I biked around Lanesborro and let the memories flood over me.  Rolf and Barbara, Mary and Rick, Margaret and Zip, the Fab Four and more.  What fun biking has brought into our lives.  

By this time, my rain coat wasn't keeping me dry.  I was getting cold.  Time to head back to Rushford.  The coolness gave me energy and I felt like I was really zipping along.  So good, so good.

Back home I put the trike in the "garage" and got a rag and wiped it down.  I removed my raincoat and left that dirty wet thing in the "garage" too.

After I was dried off and dressed in dry clothes I warmed up quickly, but I made hot chocolate just because.  And it was good.

After a chat on the phone with Terry and then with Debra, I decided to walk up the road behind the campground that looked like it went up the bluff.

It did.  I found a small graveyard that looked like it was in someone's front yard, overlooking the valley.  There was a 21 year old veteran of the Civil War buried there.

There was a park up on the bluff!  I walked up the road.

From my campground I can see a cell tower on the bluff.  It is a favorite roosting spot for vultures.  It was nice to get a closer look.

There were two over looks.  I went to one and then as I was heading to the second one I saw a doe take off and it looked like she left something behind.   Fawns, brand new fawns.  Twins!

I was cooing as I filmed them but then they came toward me and wouldn't leave!  Click here to see the video.

I didn't know what to do and began to panic when I thought to post on Facebook, I did, and then I thought to run, since they could not keep up on their brand-new wobbly legs.   That did the trick.  They headed back into the grass.  I went to the scenic overlook. 

I could see Lilac and Big Blue from the bluff!   Can you see Big Blue?

When I walked back, the fawns and their Mom were gone.

I took the wet clothes and my other wash to the laundromat.  I saw an advertisement for a job and I thought, "I could do that!"

But maybe not here.  Maybe someplace else.  Maybe opportunities will pop up once I get closer to my sister in Rhinelander.  Or not.

I got a notice from a couple of neighbors back home.  A couple villas like I want may be coming available.  How do you propose I approach someone who is ill or hurt and ask if they want to sell me their home.  Arg!  I can't do that!  And how do I find their family members that may be handling things for them?   Let's think on this awhile. 

And then the question is, do I want to buy in already?  Or do I want to wait a year, until the market settles.  I heard a rumor that Florida may already be showing signs of the Real-estate market changing.

I didn't know what to do with the cash from the sale of my home.  I finally bought a six month and a one year CD.  

Part of me is planning all kinds of travel.  There is Idaho and into Canada in 2023.  The following year there is New York and the North East.  And part of me says, "Nah, just get a place and stay there."   But that is a small part.  The other part of me, as Terry says, has "itchy feet".

Going On 70 and Feeling 30

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