Day 48 – Chilton to Oconto

73 miles. Mixed day on roads and paths

After Egg McMuffins we got on the road north from Chilton. The shoulder was OK but cars and trucks were very close and very loud so when we got a chance, we shifted over to the Fox River Trail that took us all the way into Green Bay. For about 16 miles we rode on well maintained crushed limestone. In spots the stone was a little too deep so we had trouble making good speeds but 9 miles or so from Green Bay the path was wonderfully paved, wide and heavily used by cyclists, roller bladers and others. Across the river we could see Lambeau Field, mecca for all the cheese heads out there.

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The path ran very close to the road we had been on and was slower than the road but a lot more relaxing.

Leaving the path and into Green Bay the streets were rough and very little in the way of shoulder or bike lane. Google maps and our Garmin helped us get through the urban maze of streets and paths but often they disagreed so we picked Google maps as our guide and it worked pretty well.

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This sculpture is on the paved path along the Fox River just before we entered Green Bay.

We made it out of the city and back into fields and countryside with no help from a wind coming from our left sides and paralleled the Lake Michigan shoreline all the way to Oconto.

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Very strange location for power lines….

Pretty uneventful day but that’s OK. Tomorrow we leave Wisconsin and into Michigan and the Eastern Time Zone and begin our trek around the north shore of Lake Michigan.

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Cool use of an old pick up truck in a flower garden.

Reflections

27:11. Hint: you can enter both of the things I’m counting.

“In organic architecture, then, it is quite impossible to consider the building as one thing, it’s furnishings another, and it’s setting and environment still another.” –Frank Lloyd Wright

As we get ready to depart Wisconsin tomorrow, we are also leaving Frank Lloyd Wright’s home state and the area in which most of the FLW buildings we will see en route are located. Charles has already described most of these in previous postings. I just want to focus on a couple of things.

First, as Charles has mentioned, FLW was a major innovator in the field of architecture, being the first to design what we now call great rooms that combined kitchens with family and dining rooms, using under floor heating, track lighting, seamless window corners, and folding doors to open whole walls to the outside. He also invented the concept of car ports and, it can be argued, was the real father of ranch houses. The way he thought about his designs as being organic and part of the environment was truly unique. I could go on and on. But what really stood out from our visits of FLW homes was how far ahead he was of his architect cohort. His designs have much more in common with modern houses being built today, 70 or 80 years later, than they did with those of the day. FLW was truly a visionary. And so were his clients. They were individualists who valued what FLW had to offer and were willing to stand out in a crowd.

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If you look closely enough, you will see one lone stalk of corn in a huge field of soy beans. The foot of the corn stalk is about an inch from the bottom of the photo and just right of center. I couldn’t help but think of the corn representing FLW, rising above his contemporaries.

We were lucky enough, on several occasions, to meet the owners or owner representatives of FLW houses that they had saved from almost certain destruction. Charles and I were so impressed with the passion that these owners brought to their homes, the precision with which they restored the structures, and their willingness to open the homes to the public. They, without exception, view what they are doing as a public service, both to the general public and their communities. We really couldn’t believe the “before” state to which some of these houses had fallen compared to the “after restoration” that we were viewing. In most cases, the restorations took years and costs hundreds of thousands of dollars over and above the purchase price for the house. In some cases, like for the Willey house, the new owners, using FLW’s original plans, finished several rooms that had never been completed by the original owners. We have so much to thank these individuals for and we look forward to keeping in touch with them.

 

Day 47 – Beaver Dam to Chilton

63 miles. Avoided the rain but never found the predicted tail winds. Rats!

We awoke to thunder and pouring rain so after breakfast we postponed our departure for close to two hours while the storm raced through. Weather radar was very helpful in timing our leaving since I could see the clean air behind the rain. We were anticipating strong winds from the south and we were headed north for most of the day but except for a half hour at the very beginning, the winds weren’t much help.

26 miles of our route today was on the Wild Goose State Trail, another rail to trail project with a crushed limestone surface. There were many holes dug by various animals so we had to be attentive all the time. One 500 yard section was all grass and we would have abandoned the trail for the road if the grass had lasted any longer. We only saw three people in the entire 26 mile run, two of whom were walking dogs, so we had that world to ourselves.

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We encountered several downed trees on the Wild Goose Trail so had to do a little bushwhacking

The trail dumped us into Fond du Lac and our Google map directions were incomplete, leaving out about 3 miles that we had to decipher on the fly but we made it through and rode on highway the rest of the way into Chilton.

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The Lake Winnebago harbor at Fond du Lac.

We stopped in front of our hotel, The Rang Inn Thunderbird Motel, a 60’s throwback, and saw an ice cream shop! You had me at chocolate malt! Inside we met a woman in her 70s who had ridden the Southern Tier across the US, another woman who was curious about our trip and a guy with his daughter who also asked about out trip. I gave him the blog info and he logged on there on the spot then linked Bikewright.org to his Facebook page. He also pulled out his wallet and tried to give us cash for the Foundation! Our nephew Andy who is administering the blog says that one or two people a day click on the donation link!!! As we checked into the hotel, two women approached us to ask about the ride. They are sisters and one of them had lived close to Spring Green so was very familiar with Wright. The other sister had her house designed by a Taliesin Fellow!

Pizza at Papa Don’s (not John but Don – maybe Papa John’s little brother!) and now we are settling in. Tomorrow we are off through Green Bay to Oconto, our last stop in Wisconsin.

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The obligatory farm shot, the barns standing in a sea of soy. Note the threatening clouds but all they did was threaten.

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The windmills were turning.  Too bad the wind was coming from the wrong direction for us.

Day 46 – Taliesin, Spring Green, to Beaver Dam

25:9. Hint: every single one of you will recognize both things I’m counting.

85 miles. Rolling hills and a wrong turn at the very end that added 6 miles to the trip when we least expected them.

After a busy “rest-day” yesterday we said good-bye to Taliesin and started riding back toward our original planned route in the north. We will rejoin the Northern Tier route at Escanaba, MI where we hope to be on Tuesday. Spring Green is the most southerly point in our journey.

I have been asked several times what my expectations were for the countryside we would be riding through. I can tell you that I had no idea what eastern Montana or North Dakota would be like. I also hadn’t expected so much of our riding to be on relatively busy country highways with trucks, RVs and pickups hauling heavy loads. But today was a day much as I had imagined we might be having.

It was almost a picture perfect day. It started out cool — we actually had to put jackets on — and the fog was lifting picturesquely over the pond at Taliesin and the Wisconsin River as we started our ride at 6:45 am.

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It was a little chilly when we started today.

 

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And the fog was lifting over the water of both the pond at Taliesin

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and the Wisconsin River just around the corner

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This looks kind of spooky but the weather clearly up shortly after this photo was taken.

The fog quickly lifted and soon we were riding under crystal clear skies that turned partly cloudy toward the late afternoon with beautiful, fair weather cumulus clouds. The temps maxed out at about 90 degrees, but it never really felt too hot.

For the most part we were riding on quiet back-country roads imaginatively named County Road T or V or S with a couple of Mueller or Lange roads thrown in. There was little traffic, which was good since most of the roads had no shoulders. With the exception of some stretches that had annoying expansion joints, the riding was smooth and enjoyable. There were rolling hills for the whole day, with as many downs as ups so we got to coast as much as we climbed. The wind was calmish and coming from the south, so we enjoyed a slight tailwind during parts of our day as we zig-zagged first north then east then back to north, etc. for the day. It was fun to switch it up a bit, rather than being on the same road all day long.

I found the scenery today very, well, scenic. We were riding through lots and lots of corn already silking out, wheat that is very heavy on the stalk and about ready to be harvested, some soy beans, and hay that was being turned as we biked by, enveloping us in its aroma. Some of the corn fields were bordered by beautiful wild flowers including corn flowers, Queen Anne’s lace, Black-eyed Susans and alfalfa. As we biked I was thinking that with the addition of some vineyards, this area could be sold as the American Tuscany. We even saw some sunflowers!

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The scenery today reminded me of Tuscany

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Lots of corn with beautiful farms and dairies. We saw many fields with lone oaks in the middle. I was so happy to see that the farmers took the time and effort to plant around these gorgeous, old trees. Many of the fields were bordered by beautiful wild flowers.

We also passed numerous dairies. The area seems much more financially stable than some other parts of the US we’ve biked through. The farms are well maintained and beautiful and I think we passed only one establishment that was permanently closed. Interestingly, even though we were still biking in the country, we saw folks walking their dogs, a couple of joggers, and some cyclists out for day rides. Maybe this is more of a function of today being a Saturday, but I think it also has to do with the area not being dedicated 100% to agriculture.

We were entertained for a bit by a barn cat and her romping kittens and saw the usual numerous bird populations: herons, geese, ducks and songbirds. We also saw the saddest thing on our trip to date: a poor chipmunk pulling itself across the road by its front legs; its back legs were dragging behind it. It must have just gotten clipped by a car. Heart breaking.

We had lunch in the shadow of a quite large Catholic Church, St. Joseph, and passed a historic one-room school on the way.

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We saw the steeple of this church for miles, but weren’t 100% certain whether it was a steeple or the tip of a pine tree.

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Our scenic luncheon stop. We had picked up a sandwich at Subway on the way, which was a good think because we would have gone hungry had we relied on restaurants or groceries after the Subway. The next opportunity for food was at our destination of Beaver Dam.

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Historic one-room school house.

The neighborhoods of the two towns we rode through were also very picturesque and upscale and included a few old Victorian houses.

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One of the Victorians we rode past.

All in all, it was a perfect day for a bike ride and the scenery was enjoyable and interesting. The only downside came at the end when we turned right instead of left just a few miles from our destination for the day. By the time we realized what we had done, we had biked three miles into a head wind. So we turned around and biked seven miles to our motel in Beaver Dam, this time with a tail wind. When we got here we were pretty well pooped. So we took showers and then had chocolate malts at a family restaurant next door. We look forward to dinner at a neighboring sports bar and catching up on emails and reading. We continue to follow the news from Turkey. Luckily, Stuart has not personally experienced any hardship associated with the attempted coup and the meetings he was there to attend will continue tomorrow after a break today.

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A word of encouragement en route.

Day 43 – La Crosse to Hillsboro

67 miles.  All on unpaved bike trail.

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The beginning of our bike path day

The entrance to the La Crosse River Trail was very near our hotel. Most of the reviews of the trail bemoaned its sorry condition and warned against riding it with anything other than a fat tire mountain bike – not what we’re riding. We had planned to meet another Wright Foundation Board member, Ray, in Sparta, a little town 22 miles down the trail to bike with him to Hillsboro and Ray had learned that the actual condition of the trail was quite a bit different from the reviews and was very rideable. Besides, the highway alternative is very hilly so we gave the trail a shot and it was good.

There is a $5 daily user fee payable at a kiosk at the trail head so we stopped to pay our dues and were engulfed with mosquitos! A quick getaway freed us from the swarm and got us on our way. The surface of the original crushed limestone path was largely eroded but the dirt base was fine for riding with no ruts or potholes. I think the number of bad trail reviews is yet another proof that it is mostly negative views that get posted on the web. Very few people will take the time to write something positive.

We made it to Sparta just as Ray was riding up so the timing was perfect and away the three of us rode. The Elroy-Sparta Trail was the first rail to trail conversion in the country and includes three very dark railroad tunnels from the late 1800s through which one must walk the bike.  Water dripped from overhead and seeped down the stone walls illuminated eerily by our very bright LED bike lights. The longest tunnel is over 3500 feet long of total darkness. The cool air inside the tunnels was welcome on this hot and humid day and we emerged through a fog of condensation at the other end.

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Made it through one tunnel.  Two more to go!

On we rode to the town of Kendall where we stopped at a bar (The Hidden Inn) for lunch and wi fi so Ray and Maja could join in a Foundation Board conference call. The call lasted long enough for all three of us to dread getting back on the bikes but at least Maja and I had our first taste of Wisconsin fried cheese curds!

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Maja and Ray paying close attention to their Foundation Board conference call in the biker bar in Kendall

After the call we dragged slowly to Hillsboro and the Hillsboro Hotel where we are recycling and headed to dinner at the Hillsboro Brewing Company – they make a great IPA.  Tomorrow we ride through Richland Center and have just arranged a tour of Wright’s A.D. German Warehouse and hope to see the house where old Frank was born.

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We will send this photo to folks in Bangor, Maine, Maja’s hometown. This is Bangor, Wisconsin.

Day 42 – Pepin to La Crosse

72 miles.  Good biking day … for the most part.

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This collection of skis formed a fence along the road as we left Pepin. Note the Hilary sign – the second one we’ve seen on our trip that now numbers 6 states.

Our route stayed on State 35, The Great River Road, from the beginning almost to our hotel in Onalaska, La Crosse.  We never strayed far from the Mississippi or the train tracks so it was flat most of the way with a decent shoulder and smooth pavement.

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When we had our three day stay in Glacier National Park waiting for the pass to open we attended a Park Ranger lecture about bald eagles and learned that at one point, the total US population of the national bird was 480 mating pairs, endangered by the use of DDT.  Genetic studies place the minimum number of mating pairs necessary for any species’ survival somewhere around 460 so bald eagles were truly on the knife edge of extinction. Now there are estimated to be over 5000 nesting pairs in the continental US with an estimated 70,000 birds in North America. Yesterday when we stopped for lunch we saw two bald eagles swooping low and landing on a spit of land in the river. Today we saw two more of them, one in a tree next to the road. We also saw lots of vultures but the bald eagle’s survival is an arresting story.

We stopped for lunch at a fruit and vegetable stand and were told of a more scenic short cut to La Crosse so, against the cyclists’ rule never to trust a non-cyclist for route information, we followed her advice and enjoyed a few miles of country road cycling away from the zooming trucks on the state road.

After we rejoined old 35 for the last run in to town we made the decision to follow the business loop instead of the busy highway. Cue the “Fail” buzzer! We had to fight for road space along a 5 mile construction zone with no shoulder, no place to pull off and impatient motorists and truck drivers squeezing by us with little or no room to do so. It was a very stressful end to the day.

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This cluster of water lilies reminded us both of the dendriform columns that Wright used in the Great Workroom at the Johnson’s Wax Building

Tomorrow we will be on one of the first rail to trail bike paths in the country that, we are assured, is in better repair than the reviews

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Maja posing with corn that is growing ever taller as we ride along

Day 41 – Golden Valley (-ish) to Pepin.

45 miles. It’s more like 60 from Craig and Steve’s house but since this part of our journey is the 180 mile detour to Spring Green and Taliesin and not on our cross country route, we “allowed” Steve to drive us through the Twin Cities (simply called “The Cities” around these parts) and rush hour traffic to the town of Prescot, WI, where we began pedaling. Please don’t think we are cheating, these are extra miles and in a different category! But we did appreciate the ride.

On the way we were alerted by a passing motorist that one of our bikes was perilously close to falling off of Steve’s bike rack and, after stopping, we found that my bike was being dragged on its rear tire! A careful inspection in Prescot showed only a scuffed tire so disaster was avoided.

The forecast for today had been for very strong winds in our faces and sunshine but the day, thankfully, started very overcast and almost windless. So away we went. I think we have determined that two days’ rest is too much for our legs and our motivation because today was hard. There were lots of ups and downs but the old energy levels just weren’t there. Going forward we may limit our rest days to a mere one.

For the most part the ride went smoothly – nice shoulder, not too much traffic, glimpses of the river. We reached Lake Pepin. The lake is more like a bulge in the Mississippi formed by the confluence of that river and the Cherokee eons ago.

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Lake Pepin

We had a nice break for lunch at a park on a bluff above the lake where we saw a pair of bald eagles on the river below.

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Lunch break high above Lake Pepin

We then pedaled the rest of the way into the town of Pepin and the Pepin Hotel. It was hot for the last part of our ride so we walked to the public beach (they also have a nice sheltered marina for sailboats) and dunked ourselves.

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A refreshing dip in the Mississip.

On the way to the beach we spotted a nice looking restaurant for dinner and we just ate there, by unanimous acclaim the best meal we’ve had on our trip so far! We heartily recommend the Harbor View Café.

Tomorrow we’re off to La Crosse, WI, and had planned on taking a scenic bike path that runs through state parks and bird sanctuaries but a little research revealed that the trail is suffering greatly from lack of maintenance due to state budget cuts and is unrideable with our bikes. There is a fee for using the trail so one has to wonder where that money is going.

Antique shops on the route and you can tell folks around here take their fishing seriously!

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I think I could catch up with Maja on this thing!

Cast your vote for the most ridiculous tan lines. Vote early and vote often.

Another Fine Rest Day

We’ll get back on the road tomorrow I promise but we’ve needed these two days to recharge. First of all and most importantly, thanks to our friends Craig and Steve for putting us up, feeding us and allowing us to take a breather in their fabulous house. They helped us get our bikes to the One on One bike shop downtown for overhauls so our wheels are as good as new and ready to roll. Maja’s bike needed a new rear tire, the cables on both bikes needed tightening and both chains were replaced.  Thanks to Gene and crew for giving the Surlys the TLC they needed.  We feel confident they are up to the task of getting us to Bar Harbor.

This afternoon we reconnected with our friends Kip and Cindy we knew originally in Belgium – old home week – for a lunch full of old stories and laughter! This evening we’ll load up our panniers and make sure all is shipshape.

This morning Steve Sikora showed us the Willey House, an unforgettable experience of a meticulously restored and very important 1934 Wright house. I’ll write more about that in a separate blog.

“Midway along life’s journey…”

Apologies to Dante for the lede.

We are luxuriating in a couple of day’s R and R at our friends Steve and Craig’s amazing house on not one but two lakes. It was very nice to wake up “normally” with a few moments of sleepy headedness instead of having to come around by pedaling up a steep hill. We are, more or less, half way through our trek to Bar Harbor. I say “more or less” since we are now deviating from the ACA route for a swing down through Wisconsin to Spring Green and Taliesin. We’ll ride along the Mississippi to Lacrosse then angle east to get to Wright’s Wisconsin home passing through the town of his birth, Richland Center, along a part of the newly designated Frank Lloyd Wright Trail. From there we will head northwest across Wisconsin and eventually reconnect with the mapped route around the north side of Lake Michigan and into the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. Our detour to Taliesin will add about 180 miles to our trip so I’m not sure where we stand on eventual total mileage.

There has never been a three month period in my life where I have been so totally focused on one goal, one project. I have to confess that there were days early on when the task seemed daunting, as in “how can I keep pedaling day after day for three months.”  The first climbs up the Cascades did little to buoy my confidence but once over the Continental Divide, I felt like this was something we could do. Certainly every day (one might say every hour) presents its mini challenges in terms of hills, wind, maybe rain but the little lesson I learn almost daily is “one mile at a time.” I think we both break down the day’s ride into segments and check the box for that segment when we get there and then it’s on to the next one, the next segment. Sometimes I break the total mileage goal into percentages and tell myself, “There’s 2% finished.” Or figure out how many minutes at a given speed each mile will take then, my mind occupied on the math, suddenly I find we’re half way or almost done.

A lot of our riding has been in file since, except for occasional stretches of deserted highway or on the bike trail, there is no room to ride side by side. Riding one behind the other is not conducive to conversation so we tend to store up comments or topics until break time or until we can ride next to each other. There always is that great moment when one of us will announce, “Half way there” or “Ten more miles to go” and those declarations unfailingly boost my spirits.

I’ve found that my mind wanders often to music: I spent a lot of idle brain power the other day thinking that I finally understood how Charlie Parker sculpted “Yardbird Suite.” And before that it was hearing in my head the multiple signatures of a Mahavishnu Orchestra piece.  None of this is significant in the long run but often solves mysteries I never had the opportunity to visualize clearly. Of course the real danger in all this is that preoccupied, I am not paying 100% attention to the road and have actually run into Maja at least twice!

Singing the praises of warm showers

18:6  OK.  You all have not been guessing what these numbers mean. So I’m going to start giving you hints.  Remember, the winner gets a Frank Lloyd Wright design phone cover.

Hint # 1:  the numbers compare two different things.  They increase more rapidly in larger towns/cities.

I have been asked by some to provide a little more info on our Warm Showers hosts and experiences so here goes (sorry, no great photos).

As you know from our previous postings, our warm showers experiences have been 100% positive from a purely people perspective.  Our hosts have been welcoming, generous and warm.  So it will come as no surprise that most of them are in service related jobs, or were before they retired.  Hosts have included teachers, social workers (addiction, child welfare, parental instruction), physicians, hospital technicians, government workers (Federal, State and City).  In fact, we have had only one host that hasn’t fit into the service-related category in some way.  Many are active Christians and believe strongly in being generous towards others.  Most, but not all, had some level of cycling experience.

Our routine when we arrive is to be shown our room (we spent the night in a tent at one warm showers location) where we drop our gear.  We then take a shower, which makes us feel human again, and if we need to, do a laundry.  We then get together with our hosts to get acquainted and then generally have dinner together.  Sometimes we help.  Most often we are ordered to just relax.  Dinners have been without exception fabulous!  Pasta is generally the meal of preference, but we have had chili, bento boxes, and chicken with quinoa (which we actually fixed for one of our hosts who had had a long day).  We tend to turn in pretty early and get up at 6 am to be on the road by 7 am.  Our hosts have also treated us to yummy breakfasts–often including pancakes!  I am a pancake convert.  At home I eat oatmeal pretty much every day for breakfast but have only had oatmeal once since we’ve been on our journey.

Homes have ranged from farm houses, to lake houses, to apartments, to subdivision homes, to city homes, to houses in the middle of nowhere.  Everyone of them has been a unique slice of America and has offered us insights into the American experience.

Our dinner conversations have been the best part of our warm shower travels.  We have learned so much!

Three of our hosts have been involved in animal husbandry.  We could have talked about that all day long.  John and Mary raised Angus cattle, principally to sell the bulls and calves or to use the Bulls as breed stock. The day we were there, they had just finished the long and arduous process of artificially inseminating their cows.  Once that was done, they would also cover the cows with visits from live bulls, just to improve the chances of insemination.  The plan is that cows will give birth more or less at the same time, making life very hectic around calving time, but also improving predictability.  Insemination is done in the field with the cattle being rounded up on horseback and herded into enclosures. Andrew and Gretchen’s family raise turkeys and have done so for generations.  We had no idea that Minnesota is one of the biggest turkey states in the country.  They also focus on selling the offspring, rather than the meat.  In this case, they sell fertilized eggs and Gretchen spent some time for a couple of years gathering eggs from the nests, which involves lifting the turkeys off their nests and reaching in for the eggs.  There are several shifts of egg thieves every day and thousands of birds.  Amazing and incredibly hard work, I imagine.  Lifting one turkey from the freezer to the counter is about all I can handle!  And Jason’s family has been raising bees for five generations.  If they didn’t move the bees from California, where they pollinate almond trees, to North Dakota every year, they would have to feed the bees because there’s not enough pollen in California during the summer for the bees to survive.   Jason also said that his grandfather didn’t have to worry about all the diseases and hive collapse that bee keepers face today.  They lose about 50% of their hives every year, but they have enough hives that they can split to make up for the loss.  Smaller bee keepers have a much more difficult time.  We tasted some of their product, and it was yummy!

Bonnie and her husband Jeff have opened their house to others for years.  They live in an area that, until recently, had a baseball team that played in the league for college players to improve their skills during the summer–like the Cape Cod league and they have housed numerous players over the years.  Consequently, they know and have kept in touch with several pro baseball players.  Keeping in touch includes calling them for every home run and sending them home made chocolate chip cookies every year on their birthdays. Unfortunately, the team recently went belly up, but the upside for us was that Bonnie and Jeff are now warm showers hosts to fill some of the void. They also own a lakeside resort in Minnesota that they run on the honor system. You leave a check to cover your stay when you leave. Isn’t that wonderful? And they’ve never had a problem.

Ron and Joyce both had very challenging and rewarding careers in working with drug addicts and child services. They spent the evening after dinner with us driving us around Bismarck and being incredible tour guides. This was way above and beyond, but clearly they also enjoyed it so we didn’t feel too guilty. It was so nice to see things that we normally would not have from our bikes and to do it from the comfort of a car.

Joel was a man after Charles’ heart–a baseball fanatic, albeit a Cubs fan. So he and Charles talked for hours while I went downstairs and read. A rewarding evening for all involved 😉.

And of course we have always learned about the local environment, politics, and life in general.

I could go on and on, but won’t bore you. We can’t wait to get back home and become hosts ourselves. Phoenix is on the Southern cross-country route, so we’re hoping to be able to reciprocate in some small way for all of the hospitality we’ve received. If you’re interest, search for warm showers and you’ll find everything you need to know.