Ben and I suited up not long after our thermometer broke 50 degrees. Today's ride was a clockwise loop, crossing the river at Red Wing, then working our way through Wisconsin down to Nelson, the next bridge crossing downriver.
Red Wing's Barn Bluff coming up on our right. History tells us that 153 years ago Mr. Thoreau visited the peak on his trip West. We just rode past today though we've been up on top numerous times.
On 450th St.....this a common sight today while we were up and out of the valleys.
The always fun 410th Street......
At the western edge of Wisconsin Rustic Road #51....my helmet cam lens violated.
First of 4 water crossings.......
Crossing #4, the climb out of the valley just ahead.
The other end of the Rustic Road just ahead....
Foster Road, Bogus Road down to State Highway 35 along the river and into Pepin, Wisconsin.
Stopping for lunch at the Pickle Factory was our goal at this point and on our way along the riverfront, we passed both the Flyway Film Festival that I'd mentioned here as well as the very popular Harbor View Cafe ("Best From Scratch"). Reservations almost necessary, seems there's often a wait hence the pastel chairs.
Up Jahnke Hill and on top, Agriculture was in motion around every corner.
I had warned Ben that when I gave the signal on Goat Back Road, he was to be ready for the possibility of pooches on the road.......there was only one today though he looked the sort that might be very willing to compensate for his missing mates.
The long and winding Elk Creek Road..........
After winding our way back down to Nelson, we parked for ice cream, crossed the river back into Minnesota and headed north. We stopped to buy apples from Ben's sister (I bought, she carried home) while she manned the store. This morning as I type she's in-flight on her way to Portland for an audition.
Almost home, we used Territorial Road, one of Minnesota's earliest transportation paths, working our way back to Frontenac, with a quick loop through the parking lot at the beach on Lake Pepin.
Today we'll do it again once the heavy frost clears; I'll get the bug off from the helmet cam and make better use of the hand held for normal photographs. Ben has probably worked up enough of a tolerance now for all of the stops I make.
One more very dandy day!