Relative Something

We rode from Ely to Tower after barely surviving the epic downpour on Monday night.

I took a picture of the high water mark where floating debris remained after the flood receded.

Just a little further and our tents would have been inundated.

Riding was superb on this leg of the Mesabi trail.

In the photo, I am secretly trying to hold Steve’s pack so he can pull me while I coast.

The up and down gyrations of this trail forced the most shifting of gears that I’ve done in a long, long time.

Eventually, the sky cleared up so we could dry things out after we returned to our tents in Ely.

It looked like the tent had regurgitated its contents.

In honor of Rich’s sharing his photos with me to use here, I will close with a shot he took that features him prominently.

Thanks, again, Rich!

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