Last night, we went to downtown Northfield and watched the reenactment of the defeat of the Younger-James gang. I snapped a pic of Kelli, Gregg, and Deb along the Cannon River.
Today, we were the last people to get on the road. I saw a huge hawk and some sandhill cranes early on, and took a picture of the church at rest stop 2.
Shortly after that, I rode a stretch with a man who said he was going slower than he'd prefer - usually no one passes him. But, this year, he's only ridden a total of 75 miles in addition to his weekly spinning class. Oh, and he's 80 years old. So, he decided to cut himself some slack. I hope I'll be riding when I'm 80.
When I pulled into rest stop 1, I saw a woman on the ground. She is a slight woman with limited mobility due to MS, who rides a recumbent bike. She's hearty - I've seen her on hills in lightning storms over the past couple of years. She apparently arrived and was throwing up and sort of collapsed. The theory, after an ambulance picked her up, was that she was too hot and possibly dehydrated. This is why we ride.
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