|thunderstorms, but somehow we managed to avoid them.
We did get a taste of what they can be like though.
While we were eating dinner, one swept through. Coming
from Seattle, I haven't seen a storm like this in quite
some time. I'm sure one of these days, there will be payback for
the good cycling weather we've been getting and we'll
see one of these storms in the daytime.
The winds did
start to pick up a bit after the first SAG stop, and
most of the time we were riding directly into them.
However, the smooth roads and reasonably cool weather
made all the difference and most folks had a nice ride
We were in three states today - starting in
Minnesota, we spent most of the day in Iowa, then ending
in Wisconsin. Tomorrow, we'll spend most of the day in
the rolling hills of Wisconsin, then end up in Illinois
for the night.
This is farm dog country. There were several
occasions when dogs chased us as we went by "their"
property. In almost all cases, it seemed to be a
half-hearted attempt, or the dogs just wanted to say
hello and weren't vicious. On one occasion after the
first SAG stop, I was riding with Steve (from our crew).
As we passed a farmhouse with Steve in the lead, we
heard a dog bark and then clicking of dog claws on the
road. I yelled to Steve "go, go, go, go" as the dog
started to close in on us barking again. We accelerated
quickly and when Steve realized the dog wasn't going to
catch us, he slowed down just out of the dog's reach and
said "come on, come on." The dog chased us for another
hundred yards before giving up. When the next rider came
by a few minutes later, the dog just sat on his from
step and watched him go by.
This is also mosquito country. When we stopped at the
last rest stop, the mosquitoes swarmed us in seconds.
Needless to say, we didn't wait around long. Poor Les
was stuck there for a few hours, although he was
slathered with mosquito repellent.
On the quirky things you see along the way - this
actually happened yesterday but I forgot to write about
it. When we were about five miles outside of Austin, we
passed a small farm house and there was a middle-aged
man mowing his lawn with a push mower...wearing nothing
but jocky underwear. This looked like something he did
regularly since he was completely tanned on all parts of
his body we could see.
Note - the route map above is
incorrect. We actually rode through Cresco (our lunch
stop). I'll have to fix the map when I get home and have
access to the map program.