Looking forward to the Saturday ride, breaking up the 3 day weekend sounded like the perfect mix for the coming weekend. Everyone started mentioning the predicted weather; predicted perfection would be accurate. High 70's/low 80's and brilliant skies beginning on Friday and lasting through Sunday. Checking the forum at sport-touring.net, our unofficial gathering spot, I learned that I wasn't the only one toying with the idea of making our planned Pork Event a more than one day trip.
By 8AM Friday morning, the Ascot (TranZalp) was headed out the driveway and as almost always happens when I head south, a breakfast stop at Pier 4 in Alma, Wisconsin was my first stop.
I noticed on Friday it wasn't just the motorcyclists I'm associated with that were out and about Friday enjoying the almost unseasonably perfect weather. My guess is that many workplaces were even quieter than usual, they certainly were by Friday afternoon. The roads, diners, shops, etc. all seemed busy with 'travelers' like myself.
The reason that I took the Ascot over the Hyosung, the bike I'd planned to ride down up until a couple of weeks ago, was to concentrate on gravel roads, especially some of the neglected ones in Iowa (there are many). So for the most part, I followed a direct route south to the next bridge across the Mississippi River, though that doesn't mean I confined myself to the main highway; a shortcut is a shortcut. While I'm still in a paragraph that contains the word "Hyosung" I need to mention that when I stopped at a cash machine Friday for some travelin' cash, the nameplate on the ATM proudly displayed that brand "Hyosung" near where the bills appear; the first time I'd ever noticed.
Both early and later on in the afternoon when I crossed the river once again from Iowa back to Wisconsin, there were consists (a grouping of rail cars) of oil tankers, stopped along the BNSF tracks. Below is only the first of those I saw. In the 15 miles or so from Cochrane to the bridge at Winona, I must have counted a dozen of these, stopped, and over those 15 miles, all were headed south. Later on, when I crossed the river again heading east, some of the oil trains were stopped heading north.
Stopped under the 2nd stopped train, barely a mile south of the crossing above.
As everyone already knows, these signs on these roads are why I go.
A Minnesota favorite in Houston County, Hillside Road, this section still climbing.
This section up on top, just beyond the bend ahead the bluff drops a very long ways down to the river.
Here is the south end of Hillside as it drops down into Reno, the river and WI in the distance.
Never stopped at this monument before, a tribute to the surveyors that determined the boundary between Iowa and Minnesota. I'm thankful that's something we aren't fighting over.....at least not yet.
Once across that non-disputed boundary into Iowa, I found a couple of favorite dusty roads in the extreme NE corner of the state and then crossed over at Lansing to explore some neglected roads in Grant County, Wisconsin, that state's most southwestern county. There are some roads southwest of Boscobel that are hard to beat.......Dutch Hill, Virgin, Townhall, Pine Knob, Wisconsin Valley, Cemetery, Tower, etc. Visit if you can.
I've stopped here before, Virgin Paradise on Virgin Road.
On those roads mentioned above......
After a gas stop in Boscobel, I headed north again across the Wisconsin River, my goal a shortcut up to County F that connects Hwy 27 and Lynxville right on the Mississippi River. A recent visit there by a family member reminded me that I hadn't ridden it in a couple of years.
Shadows, mine included just before Cty F drops into the river valley.
The late afternoon haze over the Mississippi and Iowa bluffs in the distance.
I spent the evening in Prairie Du Chien and was on the road at 6:30 Saturday morning, crossed the Mississippi, bound for more Iowa gravel before meeting everyone for our Tenderloin gathering in St. Olaf at 11:00.
Just a few minutes before the sun popped over a low cloud bank. Heading south on the road to Iowa's famed Spook Cave.
Early glow with the as of yet soft sunlight.....
This farm caught my eye. In Iowa as in so many other Midwest farm areas, consolidation of land and farmsteads has made many disappear; the buildings, trees, orchards, pastures, all gone in various degrees. These buildings are obviously no longer used but are stubbornly and proudly still standing, house, the lawns, driveway border, etc. all nicely mowed.
Friday afternoon I included an evening shadow; this a sunrise version.
Just north of Farmersburg......
The ADV rider guys all know of this road and include it on their unofficial Gravel Ride. I don't consider myself in their class but I attempt to play at being an off-road rider, hoping to get better someday.
Impala Road, there in the distance near those farm buildings, still up top, before the adventure starts. Dave and I visited the road a few years ago; that time I had the yellow Helix. I can unequivocally state that the Ascot is better at these conditions than the scooter was. It would seem obvious....and it is.......going down is much easier than coming up. The first section has many rocks the size of pumpkins.
Dave and I did it last time, he on the GS, I was on my Tourer....
So, steep part accomplished, then we get to the part that gets (and stays?) wet......
Last time I was here.....it was wetter then, wasn't it Dave??
It was wet enough Saturday.....I had to scrape mud from the radiator cooling fins when I saw the temperature gauge climbing. The Turkey River is just beyond the weeds off to the right.
On Iowa Ave. I kept going until I reached the reason for Road Closed. A new bridge was being built for which I stopped a few minutes to watch the workmen, then turned around, came back to this bridge and crossed it.....Hennepin Road.
If the ADV Gravel Ride doesn't do Hennepin and Harvest, they certainly should. I came to a fork in the road, taking the better looking of the two and wound up in an Amish school yard. That cow standing across the road on Harvest threatened forward progress up the rutty hill.....luckily she moved before I got close because I didn't want to stop....not there. I made it up though, never put my foot down but it was close.
This was the kind of road I've sometimes found a closed gate across the other end. I was very relieved to not find that situation this time. Here when I could actually stop for a photo.
Color on some trees was at prime though excellent, full color was very spotty.
I was the 2nd bike to arrive at St. Olaf; Bob and Marilyn beat me. I counted 11 bikes....Scott made it after all. The mostly regulars made it, not all on time, but they made it. Marty came down from MN; I think he and I were the only guys from the true north. Rick was fashionably late, Bomber and Oddball made it too.
I wisely chose the iced tea, avoiding the aggressive bees in my soda can.
Eric sent me a text from northern Wisconsin, reminding me to stop at Joe's for ice cream. It was already part of the plan, sometime over the weekend but reminders about a cone are never wasted. I mentioned my plan for desert, after the Tenderloins to Ed and Rick. They agreed the plan was a good one and followed me back to the river at Guttenberg.
It was pretty warm.....no time for Ed to waste getting started.