“Slow(er) ride……Take it easy(er)”
Fond du Lac and Baraboo beckon. I answer the call with a little less intensity than usual.
“Slow(er) ride……Take it easy(er)”
Fond du Lac and Baraboo beckon. I answer the call with a little less intensity than usual.
Get Chicago, before it gets you!
I hope I deserve a quilt. My awesome tour guide in Kalamazoo definitely does.
“Kids, have I ever told you about the time when I ended up on the roof of the Wexford County Historical Society Museum?”
“Ughh…Yes….like a hundred ti-”
“So there I was in Cadillac, Michigan…..”
The dusty road continues….
Of all 92 places on my list, this one is the most remote. Accordingly, I knew there would be some challenges associated with getting there….assuming a “there” exists.
I haven’t been avoiding you, North Dakota. I’ve just had some bad experiences with bears in the recent past.
What is the best way to describe friendship? How about “free agent family?” Whereas your actual family members are contractually obligated to care about your life, friends are constrained by no such binding agreement. They can opt out at any time. (Wait…. Maybe they didn’t know that. I hope none of them are reading this.)
I’m sure that a time will come when I will have nothing to write about. A day so mundane that I will be resigned to reporting on Annie’s morning tire pressure and the consistency of my can of beans. I thought I might get a day like that riding across The Plains….
No more wondering where I am!