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Final Day

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Today is the final day of this year’s Tour of Minnesota bike trip. As my song says, it’s bittersweet to reach the end. After our daylong slogging through rain –riding part way on a limestone trail that was in process of being logged by heavy machinery that wreaked havoc on the surface– I am feeling ready to be done.

At the same time, I didn’t have enough time to adequately visit with all the fabulous people riding this year. Just yesterday at lunch, I sat next to someone who I hadn’t yet met, and there were too few minutes to do our visit justice.

Guess I’ll just have to come on the ride again next year. Sometimes it takes a few years to fully reach the potential for precious connections that are possible with this adventure.

Julie, one of my bestest connections made on these trips, took this picture of me playing my travel guitar among the tents. I didn’t get my name in lights, but they felt my impromptu performance deserved to include a little light show.

Rich took this photo of Julie and me jumping into the middle of someone else’s chance for a candid moment.

We are having a great time, despite the complications of weather and construction which have altered the otherwise smooth sailing we always hope will greet us.

Tonight, I am hoping to be back in my bed again, and I am looking forward to hearing how things went for one-armed Cyndie on the ranch while I was gone.

I expect I’ll be telling you all about what I learn in the days ahead.













Written by johnwhays

June 23, 2017 at 6:00 am

Posted in bicycling

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