Bike Across America – Days 36 and 37

Monday, July 24, 2017 / Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Start: Manitowoc, Wisconsin
End: Ludington, Michigan
Mileage /cumulative: 7 / 2,598
Elevation Ascended: 0′

Start: Ludington, Michigan
End: Mt. Pleasant, Michigan
Mileage today/cumulative: 113 / 2,711
Elevation Ascended: 3,202′
Weather: Sunny, 53° at start; partly cloudy, 78° at finish
3D Relive Video (approx. 1 minute)

A trip like this requires creating a daily routine that can be done in the most fatigued state. It prevents leaving things in hotel rooms, enhances efficiency, and keeps us on schedule every morning. We are semi-robotic in our routine and when it’s disrupted, everything feels out of sorts. That’s how things were yesterday, our fourth rest day. Instead of sleeping in and having the day to ourselves, it was up early for breakfast, load luggage, ride our bikes around the dying town of Manitowoc, Wisconsin, before going to the ferry terminal where we waited around for two hours to take a dreadfully boring four hour ferry ride across Lake Michigan. Fortunately, the weather was nice enough to sit on the deck for most of the ride, because going below deck, even to use the restrooms, was barf-o-rama. The ferry arrived late in Ludington, Michigan and we lost an hour somewhere in the middle of the lake when we crossed into the Eastern Time Zone. Then it was a mad rush to disembark the ferry, get our bikes, and ride the three miles to the hotel, with a quick stop for a photo at the “Welcome to Pure Michigan” sign, before dark. I don’t know where the state of  Impure Michigan is but I’m glad we’re not riding through it. We arrived at the hotel at 8:45 and ran across the road to get Subway sandwiches (gag) for dinner. Finally, back to our room to prepare for today’s 113 mile ride.

After all of the chaos and boredom of yesterday, it was a joy to get back on our bikes. We had a pretty fast group of five riders today and our route from Lake Michigan to the Canadian border is flattening out. Less farmland, more trees; fewer rollers and more flat road. We’ve also left “Minnesota nice” far in the rear view mirror. We are definitely in “Michigan cranky” country. People here just aren’t as friendly as those Minnesotans, whose ancestors probably arrived in Michigan and said “gosh darn it, why the heck are these people so cranky? Let’s keep going west.” Regardless, we’re enjoying the countryside and looking forward to what else Michigan has to show us for the next two days.

And, finally, the 2017 Tour de France has ended but our Tour de America continues. The pros rode 21 stages; we are riding 45. They rode 2,200 miles; we are riding 3,650. They ride on closed roads; we navigate traffic all day. They have team nutritionists and chefs; we eat Holiday Inn breakfasts, Dairy Queen, and hotel banquet chicken and pasta. The pros are a bunch of wimps.

Bev chasing Deb and our tour leader, Judy. Greg is out of the frame, chasing all three of these strong women (from Day 35)
Thank you, Wells Fargo, for the ride-up ATM.
Their sign was the prettiest thing in all of Manitowoc, Wisconsin.
County courthouse in Manitowoc, Wisconsin
Waiting for the Courthouse Pub to open for lunch before the interminable boat ride.
Pre-ferry ride beer (and food on the way)!
The SS Badger, our transport across Lake Michigan.
Glad we didn’t need this. It would have been ugly.
Team Pea and our friend Deb, happy to be off the boat and in Pure Michigan.
Bev SO wanted this t-shirt but the shop was closed.
Best doughnut shop branding ever.

Bike Across America – Day 35

Sunday, July 23, 2017

Start: Fond du Lac, Wisconsin
End: Manitowoc, Wisconsin
Mileage today/cumulative: 61 / 2,591
Elevation Ascended: 1,285′
Weather: Sunny, 71° at start; partly cloudy, 82° at finish
3D Relive Video (approx. 1 minute)

Happily, today was a short ride through Wisconsin dairy land. The beginning of the ride featured Lake Winnebago and the end brought us to the shore of Lake Michigan, which will take four hours to cross by ferry tomorrow.

For the most part, today’s ride was about getting to the hotel in time to do laundry. Ride, grab luggage, change into street clothes, and taxi to the laundromat. “Rest day” is a misnomer because there are always a million things that need to be done. The butt is the only part that gets a rest.

We’ve completed the fourth leg of this journey (two to go!) and seen all kinds of farm animals. Bev greets all of them. Hi cows! Hi horses! Hi goats! Good morning chickens! Yesterday she yelled “Hi pig!” and it squealed in return. Occasionally, a cow will moo back at her. It’s like riding with a hot Dr. Doolittle. Riding along and hearing Bev call out to all of the animals always makes me smile. It’s also nice to see animals that don’t chase us on our bikes.

It’s hard to believe that we’ll be in Niagara Falls in a week. This trip keeps going by quickly.

A pre-ride bike socks fashion show?
An early stop at a lighthouse on Lake Winnebago.
We’re in Amish country.
HI BEV! Thanks for saying hi to us llamas, chickens, and goats.
Greg and our friend Deb rolling across Wisconsin.
Bev with her pal Chris (R) and his new tandem leader, James. Bev adores Chris and I think it’s mutual.

Bike Across America – Day 34

Saturday, July 22, 2017

Start: Mauston, Wisconsin
End: Fond du Loc, Wisconsin
Mileage today/cumulative: 95 / 2,530
Elevation Ascended: 2,608′
Weather: Foggy, 67° at start; partly cloudy, 78° at finish
3D Relive Video (approx. 1 minute)

When we booked this tour last year, I mentally circled this day on the calendar. I didn’t know the exact date we would get to experience the life-changing event that I so eagerly anticipated but then, when the route sheets were handed out, there it was. Mile 55. The American Legion Wisconsin Brat Fry.

When I was a kid in the 1960s, my Dad traveled to Chicago every July and came home with fresh bratwurst to cook on the grill. Back then, there was no internet and very limited mail order business for meat, so getting fresh Midwest brats was a huge deal. All of these years later, I can still remember how they tasted. Every ballpark brat pales in comparison but today I was going to experience heaven in a bun. As for Bev, she would never eat a bratwurst in the middle of a 95 mile ride, but, hey, she ate cheese curds on yesterday’s ride, so there was hope that she would join me in this culinary delight.

As we approached the small town of Princeton, Wisconsin, we could smell those heavenly sausages – and we were over a half-mile away. And then, there it was. Wisconsin’s Best Brats (so the sign said)!  Yes, I’ll have the 1/4 pound bratwurst with potato salad and beans! It was as good as I remember. Even Bev succumbed to peer pressure and ordered a brat, which she promptly covered in sauerkraut and mustard. Wisconsin = bratwurst, cheese curds, and Spotted Cow beer. Well done, Wisconsin.

As for the ride itself, it was an easy 95 miles of beautiful dairy land with ideal riding conditions at a casual pace. People here take great pride in their gardens and we saw some elaborate ones. It also seems that everyone owns an ATV and a snowmobile. In fact, there are marked snowmobile trails everywhere, often paralleling the road.

One more ride tomorrow before we spend a rest day taking a ferry across Lake Michigan. The tour keeps on rolling!

Greg and our friend Jack Markell, the former Governor of Delaware, in Montello, Wisconsin.
Weedy Mike, Greg, and Deb at a patriotic barn. And, no, the image isn’t reversed.
Wisconsin’s Best!!
Who needs ambience when you’re serving Wisconsin brats?
The bratmeister. Photo credit Martin Stabler.
One day, cheese curds; the next day, bratwurst. It’s a slippery slope.

Bike Across America – Day 33

Friday, July 21, 2017

Start: La Crosse, Wisconsin
End: Mauston, Wisconsin
Mileage today/cumulative: 78 / 2,435
Elevation Ascended: 2,667′
Weather:  Cloudy, 70° at start; rain, 77° at finish
3D Relive Video (approx. 1 minute)

Today was one of those “best laid plans” days. After pushing it pretty hard the past couple of days, we planned for an active recovery ride because the middle 32 miles of our 75-mile route was on the Elroy-Sparta trail. This is a hard-packed crushed gravel  bike path that was the first Rails to Trails project in the United States. It includes three tunnels that you must walk your bike through because once you enter them you cannot see the other end. It’s so dark that you cannot see your hand in front of your face without a flashlight or headlamp.

Unfortunately, the weather didn’t cooperate with our plan. Before we even arrived at the trailhead, we were detoured due to road construction. Then we came upon a road crew assessing a bridge that sustained serious damage last night from flash flooding. They allowed us to ride through the debris but the bridge was closed to automobiles. It was impressive to see what a sudden onslaught of water can do to asphalt and cement. When we showed up to begin the Elroy-Sparta trail, we were told by our ABB team leader that we would not be allowed to ride on the trail. She showed us the weather radar, which was basically one enormous blob of green, orange, and red that was coming toward us. It also included a flash flood alert. Because the trail is hard-packed, it could become messy and difficult to navigate, with mechanical or medical support unavailable, if needed. So, we were rerouted onto a paved road that paralleled the trail. It also meant that we had to climb three hills that we would have “tunneled” through. We were disappointed but now we have an excuse to come back and ride the trail.

A trip like this requires going with the flow and staying positive, so we hopped on our bikes and rode like mad to stay ahead of the looming storm we saw on the radar. So much for active recovery – at that point it was just ACTIVE. We didn’t beat the rain – it finally caught us with about 40 miles to go – but nothing that required us to stop or seek shelter. We did slow down long enough to wave at the Amish gentleman riding into “town” in his buggy. All was forgiven and forgotten when we reached our second SAG stop and found that the staff had bought cheese curds. I’m pretty sure we ate our weight in cheese before getting back on our bikes for the last 20 miles or so. Team Pea fueled by Wisconsin cheese. Blurp.

Where we would have begun the trail portion of today’s route. The trail is the hard-packed dirt on the right. Photo credit Martin Stabler.
Bev wanted to ride this on the Elroy-Sparta trail.
Soaking wet and happy to be at our hotel.
Officer Cheesehead

Bike Across America – Day 32

Thursday, July 20, 2017

Start: Rochester, Minnesota
End: La Crosse, Wisconsin
Mileage today/cumulative: 87 / 2,357
Elevation Ascended: 2,661′
Weather: Partly cloudy, 69° at start; sunny, 87° at finish
3D Relive Video (approx. 1 minute)

We are officially in the East! The last few miles of today’s ride included crossing the Wisconsin state line and riding over the Mississippi River. For some reason, the Mississippi is the demarcation between east and west even though we’re still in the Central Time Zone and we’re still in the Midwest. Go figure.

Minnesota sent us out on a positive note today with a couple of real climbs, nicer roads, and a slight change of scenery. There was still corn and soy as far as you could see, then kale and broccoli appeared out of nowhere. WOOHOO!!! After seeing nothing but corn and soy for days, it doesn’t take much to get us excited.

We were clearly in Scandinavian country with bakeries prominently featured in each town we rode through. In fact, our route featured ten miles on a bike path that ended at bakery/coffee shop. We devoured a couple of strawberry-cream cheese pastries that were memorable. Minnesota farmers also have a sense of humor. One of them painted a sign that read “We hope you enjoy our dairy air.” Nordic humor is an acquired thing.

I’d also be remiss if I didn’t give a big Happy Birthday shoutout to my Mom, who has always encouraged me to live a full and rich life by being curious and adventurous. I would never be doing something like this if not for her.

Not sure we have a real future as Norwegian farmers.
Look out Wisconsin – Team Pea is here! Bring on the cheese curds!!

 

Greg and our friend Mike at the river.
The Big Muddy. Photo credit Martin Stabler.
Team Pea selfie!