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
Letters to friends from a young-old woman, author and life explorer. This is Susan's journal of continuing travel adventures, goofy mishaps, and life experiences.