Another bike ride, which took me to the one quadrant I had not yet ridden in — NE. Turns out it was a bad decision because I had to ride home for many miles into a 10 mph wind from the south. As always, I went through several little villages — Royal and Flatville were my favorites, though one is appropriately named and the other not so much. Saw a one room school house from the late 1800s, a church built by German Catholic immigrants in the same era, and some gorgeous green/yellow fields. In the farm shot, you can see the haze on the horizon from the west coast fires. I’m about 2,000 miles away from them, about 1,000 miles closer than Rick is, so I guess it’s not surprising.
I’m about 3 miles away from riding my age in miles.