Relative Something

All too soon the trip is over, the time just comes, the dancing’s done

Bittersweet to reach the start again, don’t want to stop, can’t wait to get home

Imagine this: I didn’t take any pictures on our last day of riding from Hibbing back to our cars in Grand Rapids. However, I have scoured my files for some of my favorites from the week, several of which I am unable to credit because I can’t recall who the photographer was. In no particular order…

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Men in black.

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Prop wash!

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Bear butts in Ely on the WOWOWs.

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It wasn’t all trails all the time. That’s Gary approaching in the distance.

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.Geoffrey and Marylin arriving on the Virginia High Bridge.

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View from the bridge down to Roucheleau mine lake, a former iron mine partially filled with groundwater.

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The three amigos.

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Rich snapped a closeup of me as I breezed past.

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Rich captured us in front of a mine lake. There are lots of mine lakes.

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Music in the park. Thank you to Julie for this image!

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Posing in front of an iron man and handing phone to whoever is near to capture.

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Hanging out with the best-dressed guy on the ride. Gary, you do look dashing in that jersey!

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I absolutely love this woman and she has captured our joyful energy in this most beautiful selfie. Juuuuulieeee!

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And so ends another annual ride around. Thank you to all of the staff and volunteers of the Tour of Minnesota who provide these June adventures!

Peace, out.

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