Each morning I leave the motel before Wini and when she catches me (usually at about 70 miles), she stops to give me cold water to fill my canteens. Today she stopped and as I was getting on my bike to continue I hit a soft sandy spot beside the highway and went head over heels off my bike right in front of Wini. Pretty girls do tend to make me feel awkward. Must have been amusing to passersby to see an old geezer lying in the gravel with his bike! Well, no harm, just a couple of minor flesh wounds.
It seems that every city and landmark has the word "iron" in its name. Ironwood, Iron Mountain, Iron River, Iron County. The locals seem to be pretty proud of their ore. It is lovely country, green with rolling hills. Iron Mountain, MI, where we are tonight, is pretty bland, however. Had trouble finding a good picture with our kids.
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Wow, even after 42 years, you are still falling for her. Love your comments and pictures. We have a number of friends and relatives following you on your adventure.
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