one hundred ninety three

COUNTRY SMELLS

The breeze was humid but cool. The birds chirped in several languages, the air was fresh but lightly manure scented. The beginning of a long day of cycling through beautiful Iowa farm land. 

The moving pictures, the sounds, the smells, and sensations will run through my mind for years to come. My hope is that you can feel and understand these special days through my pictures and words.

one hundred ninety two

TIME FOR A NECESSARY BREAK

After 36 days or more on the road, I have developed the art of being discreet with some necessary bodily functions. On the occasion that I use indoor plumbing, it is a strange sensation not having to watch for cars.

one hundred ninety one

THIS MUST HAVE A STORY

An abandoned tree house in Iowa, I wish I knew it's story. 

one hundred ninety

A WELCOME STOP WITH AN OLD FRIEND

This is John, one of my greatest friends. I knew him in Ohio, then he moved to Arizona where I later moved. John is my "good for me Friend" because he knows me well enough to tell me things I need to hear. He is a man of character and has a great heart, we have had some wonderful and much needed conversations. I'll leave in the morning for wherever.

one hundred eighty nine

A DAY OFF OF THE BIKE

This as an old trolley car  from Chicago. I hope to ride one of these at a local museum later today. I have been off of the bike a full day and will be today. I have a beard, I'm a few pounds lighter and I have less money. 

I'm thinking about heading south to Florida, but I'm still not sure. I've traveled 2800 miles so far. Boston would be 900, Key West Florida would only be 1300...hmmmmmm? I'm torn because I'm wanting to get back home, but don't want this adventure to end.....hmmmmmm? 

Time to break out the maps. By the way those are tan lines not my socks.