There was a bit of traffic approaching the very touristy Stockholm, Wisconsin, and again on Highway 61 (yes, those of you who aren't from MN, the Highway 61 memorialized by Dylan) between Wabasha and Red Wing, but the shoulders were pretty decent and we didn't encounter one jerky driver. At least not that I can remember.
We saw what had to be a record number of motorcycles, three dead deer, two dead raccoons and some other dead mammal, a few dead snakes, a few live eagles, and a snake swimming in the water.
I amused myself by taking photos of my mini nut roll (and then eating it) when Matt changed his flat tire near Nelson, WI in record time.
It was exciting to wear our new team jersey on this ride. I took two photos the other night when I picked them up, to show the front and the back of the jerseys.
This morning, when I got ready to ride, bed-head and all, I thought I should take some other photos of the jersey with my shorts, to show what it looks like more in its natural environment. I first took this photo and then remembered that teens have coached me on the art of the selfie and have told me that this is not an appropriate selfie angle.
So I took one from above. I think this isn't quite what they meant. But as a bonus, you can see how this angle accentuates my ankles when offset against my snowmobile-related mismatched calves/shins.
They're nice jerseys, aren't they? They have nice deep pockets.
Three weeks from now we'll be halfway done with the MS150. I'm really curious to find out what the weather will be like this year, now that we had a taste of summer.
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