This was a really nice day’s cycling, through slightly rolling countryside dotted with small lakes, trees and farmsteads. The good news is that the wind is still in the west, but it didn’t get up at all until after lunch, and even then it was just a gentle breeze. So we actually had to pedal all the way! But I really enjoyed it, having reached a state of deep contentment with the rhythm of cycling these long distances. I am still loving my new bike, the excellent fit, and the way it just floats along eating up the miles.
In Clark (pop. 311) there were a series of metal sculpted art works, including a giant bike. It looked rather less comfortable than mine.
And, in a nearby field, some old cars were artistically parked.
At lunchtime we rolled into Watertown – the biggest town around here – and stopped at the first cafe. And we had stepped back in time into one of those grand Harrogate tea rooms. There was oak panelling, there were padded chairs and linen tablecloths, and the entire place was full of well dressed women who lunch. What a contrast with our usual redneck gas stations! Once they had recovered from the shock of our entry, and everyone had heard about the trip, they were very friendly and served an excellent chicken salad. We also bought 2 home made raisin cookies for later. They were so big that they would have been useful as a replacement had we broken a wheel. When I eventually ate mine, with 20 miles to go, the huge sugar rush blew me and the bike at speed all the way to the end!
Here is not a very good picture of one of the small lakes. They are teeming with wildfowl – including pelican, much to my delight.
So here we are in the tiny town of Dawson, in Minnesota, our next state. The raisin cookie marked the border. 126 fairly easy miles today, completed in under 7 hours. Tomorrow we ride 148 miles to Minneapolis. ‘But that takes 3 hours in the car’ said the motel owner. And then ‘Good luck with that guys!’