All the maps and directions one receives may prove meaningless once one is on the road. Studying a detailed Minnesota map at last night's motel, gave me confidence in David's little hand-drawn map. I found the small road which bridged the Mississippi River, and the other roads leading into Minneapolis. I was reasonably confident that I could fo.low the route that David sketched out. Getting onto the bike trails system was a different issue, but I would be in a motel before I ventured onto it. That would be tomorrow's issue.

A quick check on my smart phone had the distance between St. Cloud, where I was staying, and Bloomington, my destination, was 75 miles. By bicycle, it is always considerably longer, but I figured it at 100 miles. If I rode 50 to 60 miles today, I should be in good shape tomorrow.

The temperatures were about 10 degrees below normal, with today's high to be 75. I left the motel close to 8 AM, but it was after 10:30 AM before I took off my windbreaker. Not too long after starting, i came to a Rest Area, which offered free, detailed maps of  the stae, so I took one. Little did I know all the use it would get today. Stopping for lunch, I asked several people where the bridge was, and the second person gave me good diections. At least they would have been if I had followed them. Or maybe they dtill were good in spite of my ineptitude. I made a right turn instead of a left turn but discovered the error within 1/2 mile.

My friend yesterday, David, said there were lots of restaurants and motels. I discovered the first of those to be true.

Do you remember the scene from the movie called "The Jerk", starring Steve Martin? He was leaving home and stuck out his thumb to hitchhike.  A car picked him up and delivered him to the end of the fence, 60 feet away. I was reminded of that when I discovered the Mississippi River Trail. I rode down a winding asphalt pathway to the trail. Within 50 feet, it started angling back up to the street. Apparently, I had entered it 50 feet from its end. 

I became a serious directions asker (if there is such a thing). By the end of the day, at least a dozen, maybe two dozen, folks were approached with requests. Motels were getting scarce, but I finally found one. I do not recall ever finding so many people that did not have a clue.

So tomorrow's migration, via bicycle trails, will be interesting, and, no doubt, challenging. I suspect that once I am onto the trail system, I will be primarily dealing with bicyclers, so  my success ratio should improve.

Having ridden 63 miles today, Bloomington, according to my phone, is 23 miles away. Comparing car miles and bicycle miles is sort of like comparing human years to dog years. However, it would not surprise me if I arrive in Bloomington after 35 miles. Jack's place is on the far side of Bloomington, so it could be a 40-50 mile day. The weather should be pleasant, and a bit warmer.

At least I have a little more time for devotions.

God's peace to you all. 

It seems like every day, I am getting a little faster at getting ready to pack up and get on the road, without sacrificing devotions. I arrived at a quaint cafe in Sauk Center by 6:40 AM,

The maps i primarily use, are typically for a long east/west north/south routes. Each route may have a dozen or more maps from start to finish. Since I am not following the route that I am on, to its completion, I just purchased  maps on the areas that I would be on. By the end of this journeyes I will have done parts of the Northern Tier trail, Lewis and Clark trail, Atlantic  Coast trail, and the Underground Railroad trail. My route today started on map 5 of the Northern Tier, and then continued on map of the Northern Tier. Which helps to explain my errant comment yesterday about being on a rail-trail for three days. I had been told that, but the maps did not support it. I would start out on a trail today, but would leave it after 40 miles. 

In several days I will be in the Minneapolis area, visiting with Jack Ingersol, Karen's cousin. During my 2008 trip, Jack was so interested, that he drove all the way down to southern Illinois to follow me in his car for two days. He was a wonderful companion.

Technically, Jack lives in Bloomington, on the west side of Minneapolis. The maps I use take me to the east side of Minneapolis. It is probably 60 miles out the way one would travel by car. Jack couldn't understand why I would go that far out of the way. The answer is that my maps tell me where food and lodging are located, along with accurate mileages. To go off the map would bring a large amount of uncertainty into my ride. That would soon change.

The weather was a bit cool with low probability of rain. So, of course it rained, albeit lightly. Finally, about mid-morning, I decided it was not going to rain anymore. So I stopped the bike, got off it, folded up the rain  jacket and put it away. When done, I looked up, and there, standing next to me was another bicycle tourer. We chatted a bit, then started riding, and rode together for two hours.

Some of you may consider me a bicycler, but I know better. This fellow, David Siskind, was a bicycler indeed. At 74, he had bicycle toured most parts of the country multiple times. Living in Minneapolis, he was on his way up to explore some of the CanadIan landscape for six weeks. Since he was from the Twin Cities area, I shared Jack's lament about my route. My new friend agreed with Jack, then, as we were pedaling along he was quiet for a few minutes, then said "i've got it. I have your route figured out." Then he proceeded to explain it. It made more sense once he concisely put it down as a map. In essence I can get to Jack's place comfortably in three days instead of four days. So, right now I am 80 miles from Minneapolis and should be able to comfortably get to Jack in two days of 50 or so miles, not the 70-88 that I have been doing lately. He assured me there are restaurants all over the place, and motels galore (I just need one for tomorrow night). Hmm, I wonder if Jack even wants me a day early? Yikes!

I know that David was flesh and bones, but he was like an angel to me. I have been given so many suggestion on this trip, the overwhelming majority of which I reject. But David's credentials and clear knowledge of the area won my respect. These types of meetings seem like coincidences, but as I said before, the Lord's actions are much more clear and obvious when one is alone in the middle of nowhere. He brought us together.

The scenery was very pretty today, as always. I am getting out of the lakes area, but I enjoy farmland. Surprised a doe and fawn today. A pilliated woodpecker flew out in front of us for a while. 

The moment I got onto the highway i was going to take south, what do you suppose happened? I got a good tailwind. Once again, I was flying down the road.

When was the last time I had a 70 mile day, and was checking into a motel before 3 PM? 

 Blessings.

Today was going to be different than any of the other days on this journey so far. All day was going to be on a paved rail-trail. The next several days would be on one also. Minnesota is known for having multiple trails throughout its state.

To the non-bicycler, this would be a big plus. No traffic to contend with! As a bicycler, I think it's nice, but I am so used to vehicles, and their politeness, that it is not the big deal to me that it would be to others. 

As long as there is something to look at, I am happy. I love looking at the crops, and farm houses, and lakes with all that goes in them.  Often rail trails are thick on both sides by piled up soil and years of vegetation. To ride, but not be able to see much does not excite me. Fortunately there were a number of opportunities to see the area as the trail winded through a plethora of lakes.

As you might imagine, wildlife is abundant. In the morning, I could see a young deer ahead on the trail. It looked up, and instead of running, it started coming towards me. Suddenly, it realized that I was not what it originally thought, and turned away and tried to run, but asphalt is not a good surface for deer to get off to quick starts. First, it's rear legs did the splits, reminding me when Bambi, in the movie, tried to walk on the ice, doing the same splits I just witnessed. Finally, it got moving and soon was out of sight.

After lunch, I came across two baby raccoons who just got on the trail. Knowing that mama racoon was close at hand, and not someone to irritate, I started talking to the little ones, in a gentle voice, but urging them to get off the trail. Slowing down to give them enough time to escape, I pondered how cute they were. It reminded me of when we had a pet racoon baby, named Rascal. One day it left, only to return in the spring with a mate, and later with their children.

For the first time, I ended up chatting with bicyclers three separate times. The ones that were touring  traded information with me. In particular, they had advice on the C&O Canal that may prove valuable when I get into Maryland.

The second couple were excited about the Oscar Meyer Weinermobile in the next town. Hmm, I WAS getting hungry.

The third gentleman was riding a trike recumbent. We chatted, and when I shared my faith with him, he wished that I could have participated in his Bible study that morning. 

Although I started at 7:30 AM, I did not get into my destination, Sauk Centre until 5 PM.  The overall mileage was not terribly onerous, somewhere in the low to mid 70s, but the time got used up visiting and, of course, getting my photo taken with my favorite weinermobile.

Blessings until tomorrow. 

Today was going to be different than any of the other days on this journey so far. All day was going to be on a paved rail-trail. The next several days would be on one also. Minnesota is known for having multiple trails throughout its state.

To the non-bicycler, this would be a big plus. No traffic to contend with! As a bicycler, I think it's nice, but I am so used to vehicles, and their politeness, that it is not the big deal to me that it would be to others. 

As long as there is something to look at, I am happy. I love looking at the crops, and farm houses, and lakes with all that goes in them.  Often rail trails are thick on both sides by piled up soil and years of vegetation. To ride, but not be able to see much does not excite me. Fortunately there were a number of opportunities to see the area as the trail winded through a plethora of lakes.

As you might imagine, wildlife is abundant. In the morning, I could see a young deer ahead on the trail. It looked up, and instead of running, it started coming towards me. Suddenly, it realized that I was not what it originally thought, and turned away and tried to run, but asphalt is not a good surface for deer to get off to quick starts. First, it's rear legs did the splits, reminding me when Bambi, in the movie, tried to walk on the ice, doing the same splits I just witnessed. Finally, it got moving and soon was out of sight.

After lunch, I came across two baby raccoons who just got on the trail. Knowing that mama racoon was close at hand, and not someone to irritate, I started talking to the little ones, in a gentle voice, but urging them to get off the trail. Slowing down to give them enough time to escape, I pondered how cute they were. It reminded me of when we had a pet racoon baby, named Rascal. One day it left, only to return in the spring with a mate, and later with their children.

For the first time, I ended up chatting with bicyclers three separate times. The ones that were touring  traded information with me. In particular, they had advice on the C&O Canal that may prove valuable when I get into Maryland.

The second couple were excited about the Oscar Meyer Weinermobile in the next town. Hmm, I WAS getting hungry.

The third gentleman was riding a trike recumbent. We chatted, and when I shared my faith with him, he wished that I could have participated in his Bible study that morning. 

Although I started at 7:30 AM, I did not get into my destination, Sauk Centre until 5 PM.  The overall mileage was not terribly onerous, somewhere in the low to mid 70s, but the time got used up visiting and, of course, getting my photo taken with my favorite weinermobile.

Blessings until tomorrow. 

Overslept this morning. I kept waking up and checking the time on my watch. Unfortunately, I was too sleepy to remember thar my watch is set on Seattle time, not two hours later in Fargo. So when I got up at 4:17, it really was 6:17 here. I had to hustle.

Carl Hendershott, brother of my friend Lee Hendershott,, met me for breakfast, and to see me off.

I had several possible routes to travel to get to Fergus Falls, but decided at the last minute, while riding, to just follow my bicycle map. Let's see, all I have to do is turn left on 60th, cross the bridge, and I'll be in Minnesota. There is 58th. There is 62nd. What happened to 60th? Apparently, it doesn't become 60th until I get into Minnesota. In North Dakota, it is 52nd. I had flagged down a local bicycler to find that out. I don't know if it is more surprising that the streets are numbered differently, or that I asked for directions. 

Minnesota was as flat as could be here. Cultivated crops were everywhere in various stages of growth. A bicycler came up next to me to find out where I was going. I told him Fergus Falls. "Ooh", he said, " There are some hills there." When I chuckled at his warning, he said "Maybe you've already done a few of those."

And the topography did change, and there were some hills, but only a couple with merit. That mears that one or two were of the same caliber as the 65 hills I did on June 18th.

Despite a later than normal start, I got into Fergus Falls a little after 5 PM. But where on earth is my motel? I got directions, but they were not right. So I asked another local, followed his directions, and ended up exactly where I came into town. The third time is a charm, and by 6:15 PM, I pulled into the motel. Checking my odometer, it was an 88 mile day.

Tomorrow should be interesting. Once I leave Fergus Falls, I will be on a paved bicycle trail the entire 70 mile stretch to Sauk Centre, my destination. I look forward to the experience.

Blessings you you all. 

I slept terribly last night. Oh well, tonight I will be in a motel in Fargo, and tomorrow is a rest day.

One thing about being alone on the road, God's presence and participation in one's life is much more obvious. At home, what we often call coincidence, is clearly God's providence when one is alone, in the middle of nowhere. 

Up early, I de-camped, cooked breakfast, managed to not burn down the campground, loaded the bike, and was on the road by 6:45 CST. The winds from the west were strong, and I was flying. Fargo was 70+ miles away, but first some supplemental food in the belly should be available 18 miles up the road in Enderlin.

Then the first God thing happened. A local bicycler had reached the main road at exactly the same moment that I was passing by. He yelled "Are you going to Fargo?" "Yes.", I replied. He quickly caught up with me and started a conversation. (This early on Sunday morning, traffic was almost non-existent.) He asked if I was interested in a pancake feed at the Enderlin airport. That sounded good, and in less than a mile, we pulled off the road to a metal airplane hanger, inside of which breakfast was being served to a large group of folks. Some of the visitors had flown in.

Mark, the bicycler, (who is a local farmer) had lots of questions about what I was doing, and said that he had hopes of taking his daughter on this type of ride. I encouraged him, and gave him information that would be helpful, then shared that as wonderful and exciting my 2008 trip had been, the most startling part of that trip was how the Lord used it to transform my entire faith walk. Which reminded me, that I was hoping to worship somewhere this day, and, within 2 minutes, Mark had found a local church in Enderlin that was starting in 30 minutes. He gave me directions. Think about this: If I had arrived at the cross road, where Mark first met me, a couple of seconds earlier or later, none of this would have happened. Thank you, Lord.

Despite my lack of hygiene, and unusual attire, the whole congregation was very welcoming, and I felt blessed to have worshipped with them. Leaving at 11 AM, I set my eyes on a little town called Kindred, which was supposed to have food. Of course, it was 30 miles away, and I wondered if my tummy could last that long without a full scale rebellion.

 Several people had warned me about severe road construction issues between Enderlin and Kindred. Complaints ranging from 90 minute traffic delays, to pilot cars, to severe drop offs at the road edge. A couple of alternate route were suggested. Finally, I decided to stick to my route.

The winds were helpful (25-30 mph with 40 mph gusts) and 90 minutes later I was in Kindred. There was little traffic today, but that would change on Monday. It made me recall several days earlier when I pulled into Hazelton, dog tired from bucking headwinds, then felt urged, after having ridden 55 miles, to ride another 26 miles, still into a headwind, to the town of Napoleon. Had I not made that move, as tiring as it was, I would not have been riding this stretch on Sunday. Instead, i would have been stuck in traffic. Again, I believe it was God's providence watching over me.

At a convenience store/diner in Kindred, a large group of folks were enjoying each others' company as I ate. When most of them had departed, a woman walking by asked "Are you riding alone?" I replied "No, I have the Lord with me." Within a few minutes, a group of us were holding hands, praying together for each other.

By 4 PM, I was checked into a motel. It had been a fun, eventful, providential day. And now I had a warm shower to look forward to.

God's peace be with you all. 

The winds were going to be good to me today. Weather projections were winds from my back of 20-25 mph. The original goal of Enderlin was scratched because there were no vacancies in the local motels.  A county park campground, 18 miles before Enderlin, would suffice, resulting in a 63 mile ride. The tailwind was still supposed to be around on Sunday, so the 70+ mile ride then shouldn't be too bad.

The lady tenting in the backyard of this bicycle respite spot, called the Honey Hub, had several interesting things about her. First of all, she road with the original Bikecentennial group back in 1976. It was the first major cross country bicycle trip, and was so successful, that it's founders started the Adventure Cycling Association (ACA) in Missoula. The ACA is the predominant bicycle touring organization in America and the world. This lady was on her to Missoula for the 40th anniversary of the ride. She also, in the past, owned a bicycle shop, and did mechanical work on them. Those that know me well, cringe at the thought of me doing almost any kind of repair work. So when I questioned her about some maintenance issues, she lubed the chain, cleaned debris off the sprockets, and oiled a number of moving parts. My bike, which had developed a habit of throwing it's chain 4-6 times a day, suddenly stopped doing that.

The cycling map warned that there were limited services between where I was and Enderlin. Yet, there was a small town, a bit off the main road, which seemed to offer food. It was 40 miles down the road. Could the body make it that far without rebellion, or should I pack a lunch just in case. I decided to pack a lunch, but use it for dinner if this small town had food.

With the tailwind, I was averaging 17-20 mph on the level, and 6-8 mph on hills. In three hours, I pulled up to a cafe, having traveled 40 miles. In speaking to the proprietor about the huge cheesburger, he mentioned that three bicyclers stopped by yesterday, and one of them ate two of these colossal things. Those were the three cyclers who I met yesterday. They were much stronger bicyclers than I, but because they were riding into a headwind, it took them four hours of hard pedaling to cover the same distance I easily did in three with a tailwind. The wind can make a big difference.

Although the ground was pretty level, this picturesque campground was in a hollow, and was very nice. I befriended my neighbors, and we talked long into the evening. In particular, I was so curious about the farming techniques and eqipment, and wondered why so many things were done the way they were, that my neighbors must have thought I was a great conversationalist, because I would ask a question, then they would do most of the talking.

This is the third time I have camped. I am getting skilled at setting up and taking everything down. I'm just having trouble sleeping well. We will see how tonight goes. 

If I rode today, instead of waiting for prevailing winds, I could keep on schedule. The ride was short, around 36 miles, but faced directional (SE) headwinds that would escalate by the hour. The 13 mph headwind would increase to 15, then 17 then 20, then 23. 

My strategy divided the ride into three parts: the first 20 miles would be a bear, but better than later in the day. I would fight the headwind, but should accomplish the 20 miles in 2-3 hours. The second part of the route involves a sharp left turn, then 8-9 miles with the SE  winds pushing me. It should go fast. Lastly, the route turns right and i'll have headwinds again. If all works well, and I leave early, then I should be at my destination well before noon.

Arising at 5:15 AM, I had time for devotions, packing,and  eating breakfast, still being on the road by 6:45 AM. The headwinds jolted  me immediately, coming at a 45 degree angle. My pace was slow, but not as slow as I thought it would be. One is always faster early in the ride. 

I had mentioned tons of lakes on the map that could not be seen from the road. Not today. Today, they were all over the place. The state clearly made no effort to accommodate the lakes, and put the roads right through them, making two smaller lakes. Some lakes were small already, maybe 3-4 acres, while some may have been 1,000s of acres. But the roads were kept straight. I counted 12 lakes this morning that had a road running through them.

Once I made the left turn, putting the wind behind me, I flew up and down hills. Too soon, for my liking, I was already at the point where I turned right again, preparing for the onslaught of wind. But it did not come. For some reason, the winds lessened, and I arrived in town 4 hours after departure. The high winds did come later, but for that moment, they made it easier on me.

There are no motels here, but a couple have allowed part of their basement to be used by over night bicyclers, on a donation basis. They have a shower, washer/dryer and two beds. There is a picture of Jesus, with an arrow pointing down to a Bible. The inscription says "Life Information".

As I pulled up, three bicyclers were leaving, having stayed the night. One, from Seattle, was going as far as Fargo. Another from Seattle, was going to New York. One, from England, was circumnavigating the United States.  They were leaving for a destination 78 miles away, and it was 11 in the morning. That will be my destination tomorrow, and I will leave much earlier. Of course, I am slow.

This bicycle friendly home is a gift to bike tourers, like myself. The downside is that you do not get to pick your roommates, and that cuts both ways. My image of having this place all to myself vanished, when a lady from Michigan showed up on her bike. She set up a tent. Maybe I will have this all to myself, but the day is young.

The extra effort yesterday resulted in a restful day today. Tomorrow's ride is 78 miles. The map indicates, in bold print, "Limited services.", so I will stock up in the morning.

The good news: I will have a tailwind tomorrow. The bad news: I discovered that my next town, Enderlin, is having their All Class Reunion tomorrow. Once again, there is no room at the inn. Therefore, I plan to stay in a county park 18 miles, or so, west of Enderlin. My 78 mile ride became a 60 miler. On Sunday I will arrive in Fargo. Once I cross the river, I'll be in Minnesota.

Since there is no cell coverage where I will be staying tomorrow night, there will be no journal entries until Sunday. Who knows, if the tailwinds are strong enough, I might zip past Enderlin. Though I am tiring of 100 mile days. We'll see. 

By riding so much yesterday, I had a much shorter ride today. There is supposed to be headwinds, mostly in the 8-10 mph range, but they, for the most part were not direct headwinds. My goal, was to camp in a little town called Hazelton, 50-some miles away. Again, there would be no services along the way, so I would have to pack lunch, snacks and extra water. 

At breakfast, a fellow recommended a place up the street for sandwiches. It was called the Butcher Block. Actually it was a full butcher shop, open at 7:30 AM, which also does some sandwiches. I ordered one. The employees there were fun, and one man said that he was an expert on guessing one's weight. After walking around me, he wrote something down and asked me what I actually do weigh. Truthfully, I did not know. When I left home, I weighed 195, but I have burned more calories than I have eaten. I guessed 190. He had written down 192-196. Not bad. It was great fun and a good send off for my ride.

Shortly after, I stopped by a convenience store and picked up two Danishes for snacks.

The country around here is very pretty. Lots of cultivated fields and pasture. The map showed a plethora of lakes all over the place, but you couldn't see them from the road. Lots of hills, but only a dozen or so held a candle to the 65 hills on June 18th.

Contemplating today's ride, I was feeling pretty good about it. Much slower speed because of the headwind, but good overall. Taking a lunch break, I discovered another town 26 miles further that had motels. I don't mind tenting, but, in this case, I probably would be stuck in Hazelton for two days because of 20+ mph headwinds anticipated tomorrow, while enduring 90+ degree weather. Rather than make a decision, I thought it prudent to see what the body felt like when I got to Hazelton. That makes sense doesn't it?

Long before I got to Hazelton, I was worn out. No motel for me tonight. Finally, 54 miles later, I arrived in town, out of water. I felt like i had ridden an 84 mile ride. Drinking fluids, however, made me feel much better. For some reason, however, I just didn't feel good about staying in Hazelton.

So I took off for the next town, Napoleon, 26 miles away.  Most of it had some headwind, but not direct. I prayed for the strength to do this, and suddenly felt invigorated. Figuring it was going to take me 3 hours, I realized that water and Powerade would be insufficient by themselves. Stopping for a moment I moved all readily available food up to mypockets. I  was going to experiment with eating on the go! I suppose the experiment was a success, but that did not mean it went well. Nevertheless, I finished off my beef sandwich, ate the last of the danishes, and polished off an old banana that I found at the bottom of the bag. When I arrived in Napoleon, 2 hours and 40 minutes later, all the drinking containers were empty again.

My plan, upon arrival was to wait out the 20+ man headwinds tomorrow. Looking at the map, however, it is now only 35-36 miles to the next stop. If I start early, the headwinds are less formidable. Maybe I will try that. We will find out in the morning. 

Planning each day is a function of the information at hand. With the understanding that I prefer a 60 mile ride, the actual mileage will may be more or less, depending on terrain, weather, and availability of food, water, and shelter.

Recently, there have been several days where the miles have been around 100. In the first case, I got caught stranded without services, and had to keep riding until something showed up. In the other, there was a nice tailwind, and I saved a day by leap frogging a scheduled stop.

Today was similar. Hard as it is to believe, today was 101 miles. The logic behind it is that, first of all, I had a 20 mph tailwind. My intended stop was 75 miles, so this was not too much of a stretch. Secondly, tomorrow I will be riding into a headwind. Tomorrow's ride was originally scheduled as a 75 mile day, which now will be closer to 50 miles.

Because of the tailwind, the 101 miles today felt, body-wise, like a 60 miler. 

By 7 AM I was on the road this morning. Instead of following the bicycle map, I decided to stay on I-94 the whole day except for lunch and breaks. As I mentioned earlier, I feel much  safer on an interstate than on many of the other roads the route puts me on. The shoulders are wide, typically 8-10 feet, they're clean, and usually have a rumble strip just this side of the white line to warn an inattentive driver, and warn me too. The grades (steepness) on the interstates are much less than country highways.

One new thing that I noticed today is that I am finally starting to eat more. And the body is making it more clear when it wants to be fed. All the mornings of a queasy stomach seem to be gone. Karen and I joked that I was having morning sickness.

Exiting the freeway for lunch, I rode into a quaint town called Glen Ullin. My map said that there was a restaurant in town. True, but it would not open for another five hours. Had a sandwich at the grocery, then back to the freeway. An hour wasted.

My goal for tonight became Bismarck. Yet, having experienced sticker shock with the Dickinson motels, it seemed prudent to stay in a little city across the river from Bismarck, called Mandan. The first motel I called had a room for $45. Perfect.

Tomorrow, after riding 50 miles into a headwind, I will be camping in the city park in Hazelton. My map says it has a restaurant. I hope it does.