Coop's Corner

Tuesday, September 29, 2026

Delta #6 - 2026/09/25

Our 6th gathering up north towards the end of September and I believe that there were pockets of autumn leaf color at least as brilliant as any we've seen. Six of us this year, everybody made it and as always, the time together a gift.

The green route is my solo, Saturday ride. The red loop we did together on Sunday. A few of the others got started already on Thursday in time to do some Going, my brother arrived later on Thursday. I drove both my AM and PM bus routes Friday so I was an In The Dark arrival Friday around 8.

Saturday morning the swans were out....

Getting ready for our ride into Iron River for breakfast....

On the way....

Arrival....and hungry!

After we ate I split from the group and headed up towards Ino on Cty H.

This cornfield was being chopped for silage by that afternoon. (Note the tar snakes....I didn't complain once about them all weekend)

Nicer, faster, sand but it isn't deep.....

Many clear-cut areas throughout the area, a few trees left for seeding.

More typical fireroad....sand can get deep randomly.....attention required.

This a screen grab from one of Eric's videos......As mentioned above, Willie is devoting the Utmost Attention to navigating this sand trap. Image isn't clear but look at the ruts next to Willie's chugging Himalayan motorcycle....Hard to tell from this angle but my brother, who's following behind looks to be feeling confident enough to tackle That Which Is Deeper.

I do everything I can to avoid such foolishness these days....I watch and try to limit sand depth. When that front wheel decides to avoid tracking parallel with direction of travel.....

And yet....a guy can't always turn back...

I stop at this almost hidden little lake every chance I get....

Through Herbster and up Bark Point to the public launch....

We all gathered at 1 in Corny, lunch at the Fish Shack. Of course there were Twin Sisters photos in front of the Gramp's fishing boat.

After lunch we split into groups again, eventually back to the cabin. I sat for awhile, listening and watching Siskiwit Falls (guys had been there the day before)......

...... sat in front of Ehlers Store with a coffee and ice cream sandwich, visiting with a local summer resident learning about his world travels. Also learned about his desire to extend their Cornucopia season and minimize his Minneapolis season.

Another little tucked away lake I enjoy stopping at along Brink's Road (FR 236).....

Back through Ino, down Cty E to Sutherland and then west to Delta. That evening a few of us walked over to Scenic's restaurant for dinner. In the evening, more talk around the table.

Sunday morning, after we woke but before breakfast time we had a small shower. Then back to Iron River for breakfast....

Breakfast at Rustic Roost in Iron River, our favorite local spot. Macy not only brought us each a complementary piece of French Silk but took our group photo.

Macy's "I wear a flower in my hair everyday" service and care for her patrons stands out. Stop and see for yourselves!

Since I'd really only had one decent day of riding I followed through on my promise to Peg.

"If the weather's at all decent I'm going to stay and ride awhile, should be home Sunday before dark."

I was. Everyone else decided to join in, at least for part of the day. Back to the cabin to mostly button things up....

Willie's van needed new, updated autographs...

Then the longish way over to Ashland for bakery goods and coffee at the Black Cat.

A second one for backup.....later....and yes, it made the 4 hour trip home.

Kev's bike already loaded, he left for home. We five rode over through Barksdale, stopped at the Big Rock Park...

From there up to the edge of Bayfield, turned west on Cty J and followed the Star Route back to Cornucopia.

I selfishly put my Smoked Whitefish in my rear top hut, Willie kindly shared his Smoked Salmon with the rest of us!

On the way down Brinks and back to Delta to load up and finish the North section of our weekend.

Images the others shared with me.....

The route for my 2 days was 283 miles, I heard someone else had just over 500 beginning Thursday. We all plan to do it again next year, hopefully pick right up where we left off....having fun exploring.

(You can remind me to run my cameras sans gloves.....I need to do a better job picking the right mode)

Others say....

"it was auspicious to approach any situation from a deferential, inquisitive place. Conceding that there is much to learn is the best blueprint for discovering something new." ----B. Fuller

The Man straightened stiffly above the block of salt fixed to the stake and looked at the young cattle ringed about him. The pasture was holding out well and the stock was looking good. This bunch would be ready to sell in another month, maybe sooner if the market was right.

A stir among the cattle down near the river brought him round to face the swinging bridge he'd built years before. Someone was coming toward him from the bridge. Someone in breeches, but it didn't look like a man, somehow. What was a woman doing in his pasture this time of night?

He bent over the salt again; maybe if he paid her no heed she'd go on past and let him mind his own business. He heard her footsteps come nearer and stop. "Good evening," she said.

Her voice was smooth with book learning but friendlier than most, and somehow almost shy. When he made no answer she went on, "I've been sitting on your swinging bridge....I thought I'd like to say thank-you...." Her voice stumbled a little, then she tried once more.

"You are Mr. ____". His name sounded strange in her voice, but she went on to tell her own.

"That's what they've called me the last sixty-eight years," he said, looking past her face to the hills fast darkening under a single star. "I reckon the woods are free for those that like to walk there."

The unfamiliar voice laughed a little. "That's what Emerson said: the grove belongs to the man who walks in it with an open heart....On that basis I guess I've owned part of your woods for a good many years.....". She made a final effort. "I've always wanted to thank you....."

Something deeply hidden stirred in him. "There's a stump up there, in the notch of the woods", he said slowly, "that before the timber grew so tall you could stand on it and see all over this country."

He kept still a minute, remembering, then, "I used to stand up there an' look at things, an' wonder how they come to be like they was, an' how the hills was created, an' all the things in Nature.... I told my wife I guessed all the religion I ever had I got standin' on that old stump, a-wonderin'..." He turned his face away from her.

She helped him out. "I know about that, a little. This afternoon I saw......." Her account of a thing she had really taken time to look at eased him, and he answered with telling of the badger den at the foot of the swinging bridge.

When she had gone, he turned to watch her. After a moment she stood clear and unmoving against the sky. You could hear the sounds of the river where she stood. She was one that could stand still long enough, he thought, really to hear what a body was saying, or a river.

Then she walked down the farther side of the slope and was gone. ------Margaret Snyder from A Chosen Valley

Fall was the end of harvest, end of the growing season, a burst of color and sun-warmth before killing frost turned the land gray and cold. Fall was a moody time, full of both life and death, a time when we were reminded of the power outside of us, reminded that the seasons happen to us. We do not invite the change to come.-------Ben Logan, from The Land Remembers

When you get those rare moments of clarity, those flashes when the universe makes sense, you try desperately to hold onto them. They are the lifeboats for the darker times, when the vastness of it all, the incomprehensible nature of life is completely elusive. So the question becomes or should have been all along, what would you do if you knew you only had one day, or one week, or one month to live. What lifeboat would you grab onto? What secret would you tell? What band would you see? What person would you declare your love to? What wish would you fulfill? What exotic locale would you fly to for coffee? What book would you write? ------- Ben Tyler

We were also cautioned about journeying far from home. As an example of the dangers, the town had a badly crippled lady named Lucy, who as a girl had traveled to New York City. As she traveled along a sidewalk, sightseeing, she was struck by the outstretched hand of a suicide who had leapt from high above. Her spine had been shattered and for the rest of her life, she was to walk bent forward at the waist, tapping the sidewalk with two black canes. Whenever the subject of travel to a big city was raised, someone would say, "Just remember what happened to Miss Tripp." ---- Ted Kooser, from Local Wonders

"Steamboats are like wedding cakes without the complications...." ----Mark Twain

"It's not about having lots of money, it's about having lots of options......." -----Chris Rock

As the very proud father of three former ponytail wearers, hopefully I can get away with this....."For the past few years it's been fashionable for young women to wear ball caps and to snap the strap on the back under their ponytails. I like the looks of that, their shiny ponytails jauntily swinging, but it's hard not to think of the rear ends of horses. There's a piece of harness called the crupper that goes just under a horse's tail to keep its nose down. If the horse lifts its head to look for a way out of whatever predicament it's in, the crupper tightens and hurts the horse. But it's foolish for parents to think that a ball cap might keep a young woman from running away. Anybody can see they're made for running." ------Ted Kooser, Local Wonders

"I tell the guy's girlfriend that the only difference between the book's main character Phaedrus and myself is that I am neither brilliant, tortured or insane, she looks at my bike and there is an uncomfortable silence." --------ahendepe (a.k.a. Vermin)