Wenona, Ilinois
A light began to emerge in the leafy distance of the corn rows yesterday morning. We left Wenona and did about 20 miles of the usual farm lanes before crossing the Illinois River and stopping in at Henry, a small town of a few thousand people. The grocery store was small, but our first in close to a week. We took a break in the central park which had a large missile as commemorative military memorial.
It was here we began to depart the squares of tedium. The terrain shifted and there were even small hills! The roads had bends, curves, wandered and wavered instead of running razor straight down the grid. A delight! A revelation! There were a few small farms sprinkled among the mega-crops and we saw goats and cows as well as dogs who wanted to chase us. Traffic was quiet, temperatures cool, and fleecy white clouds kept us company.
I gladly welcomed the changes in scenery. If variety is the spice of life, the last few days were a bland dish. The wind was still against us and when I took a turn at the front I consciously looked away from my cycling computer and our speed. Spirits stay higher when you remain ignorant of your reduced pace in numbers. In my head I kept repeating "All things are temporary. All things are temporary." I felt tired in the afternoon and campgrounds were in the far distance so we splurged at a Motel 6. Interior living has been extremely luxurious.
Sadly, I seemed to have lost my trusty aluminum spork yesterday so we have taken turns eating our last two meals.
Wenona to Kewanee: 62 miles
It was here we began to depart the squares of tedium. The terrain shifted and there were even small hills! The roads had bends, curves, wandered and wavered instead of running razor straight down the grid. A delight! A revelation! There were a few small farms sprinkled among the mega-crops and we saw goats and cows as well as dogs who wanted to chase us. Traffic was quiet, temperatures cool, and fleecy white clouds kept us company.
I gladly welcomed the changes in scenery. If variety is the spice of life, the last few days were a bland dish. The wind was still against us and when I took a turn at the front I consciously looked away from my cycling computer and our speed. Spirits stay higher when you remain ignorant of your reduced pace in numbers. In my head I kept repeating "All things are temporary. All things are temporary." I felt tired in the afternoon and campgrounds were in the far distance so we splurged at a Motel 6. Interior living has been extremely luxurious.
Sadly, I seemed to have lost my trusty aluminum spork yesterday so we have taken turns eating our last two meals.
Wenona to Kewanee: 62 miles
| Goodbye fabulous Wenona |
| A curve! |
Although it may not seem like it to you, it seems like you are flying to me!
ReplyDeleteTotally flying!! Look at all those miles.
DeleteFirst a Motel 6, then really be wild - purchase a second fork, and maybe even a spoon!
ReplyDeleteRide safely.
Cheri
I agree with Chéri, buy a 2nd spork. We broke one when camping so having to eat using a spork with no handle or share was a real pain. I said some hills would be good 🌝 whats your total mileage? Going to Fordingbridge today! Xx
ReplyDeleteYoure near my moms hometown of Colchester IL, town of 1000 people. Nearby are the dickson mounds, Indian burial site. Very cool to check out if you pass by.
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