5th August
Set off from Mitchell 70 miles west of Sioux Falls on the I 90 – breakfasted on remains of last nights pizza and said goodbye to the group of intrepid bikers preparing for their final 300 mile run to Sturgis.… More...
“Duluth is where he learned to tie his shoes. Hibbing is where he learned to play the blues.”
Hibbing High School where Bob went
Lunch at Zimmys where they shamelessly exploit the genius of Dylan but was a nice lunch and good that I met two nice ladies drinking Mageritas and they told me where Bob lived.… More...
4th August
Strange days, these. I spent a second night at Knife River Campsite 25 miles along Highway 61, actually on the scenic road that runs in parallel, right on the shores of Lake Superior. The site is run by Randy and his wife, as mentioned in a previous entry.… More...
I was going to let today pass without comment. Tonight munched my way through a packet of Doritos and tomato dipping sauce washed down with orange juice mixed with the remains of the Southern Comfort. Yes, I have become a tramp.… More...
Another day of travel, not really worth talking about except for how I ended up by the Ottawa river tonight. I passed through many towns with no idea where I was to stay.
Looking to find somewhere along the trans Canada Highway (route 17) – I came across a national park and the pretty blonde lady ranger said I could stay but the catch was I had to drive 40 Km of dirt road to get there.… More...
A sound nights sleep, washed some clothes and Sue marched out to my tent in her pyjamas with a lovely breakfast. So many people have been good to me on this trip, this was totally unexpected, I wish both Eppo and Sue good luck, they are really working hard to get the site cottages finished before the winter sets in and their visas run out.… More...
10th August continued
The road follows the Ottawa River to … Ottawa. The city is from my narrow first impressions a rather dull poor copy of other cities with a pompous air about it. Flags hang from lamp posts commemorating the English past – all designed to differentiate the place from the Francophonies across the river.… More...
This really deserves a whole chapter to itself. Scott appeared as I was parking my bike in the pace I stayed in Vermont. He told me he was in the Marine Corps as a Gunnery Sergeant and was in chage of 44 men after he had returned injured from shrapnel wounds having been in Iraq for 4 years.… More...
A very nice run through Vermont on highway 7 heading south, along the corner of New Hampshire and into Massachusetts. All went really well until I ran into Worcester.
Nearly all day I floated past almost perfect shaker style houses of Vermont, manicured villages of Mass.… More...
I have just got round to reading the review on the Kennedy family ‘The Importance of Being Kennedy’ in the Guardian by my daughter: see here
It makes me want to read it! Well done, S.
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