Trippin' with Susan Straley

 Hello! I am writing in a lovely campground overlooking a shimmering lake.  It is morning and I have on a jacket and a quilted vest, but I have moved my computer, tv-tray, and chair out of Lilac to get better cell service and to enjoy the scenery.  Earlier the song birds were singing, but now it is mostly crows making noise. I can't believe I let so much time and travel pass without writing you.  It just seems like my time has been filled with driving, maintenance, exploring, and visiting.  But some of the gap might be due to procrastination... I don't really know.  Today I have a pause, a time to reflect and share.  One of the reasons for this is I am not unhooking the camper.   There are two reasons for that.  One, I am only here two nights and I need to just stay put a day to regroup and rest and write.  The second reason is that where my trailer is sitting is flat, but I had to back up quite a hill to get it there.   The picture doesn't really show the slant, you can

When I left you last I was heading to Cedar Falls and I wasn't quite sure any of the folks I know there would be available.  It turned out, none of them were.  They were all traveling themselves. I reached out on the Facebook tricycle and recumbent groups to let them know I would be riding the trails and would love a guide or some company. I got a couple of responses, but the riders weren't available to meet or ride. I was apprehensive.  Being on my own is not something I have done a lot of this trip.  There is usually someone I am scheduled to meet-up with after one or two days by myself.  I had scheduled three nights in Cedar Falls. I had a camping spot in the George Wyth State Park.  It has occurred to me that I could probably travel the country visiting all the campgrounds and museums with "George" in the name.  On the route there was a police road-block.  So I followed the cars in front of me.  They went down a very dusty gravel road that was parallel to the clos