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Florida to Alaska on Bicycle (#62) June 19, 1997: Camping Scene - Minnesota
Springvale, Minnesota (June 19, 1997) A familiar scene - My lone tent surrounded by RVs...(#62) back | next
In 1997 I rode a bicycle from Florida to Alaska. I'm posting the story here on flickr.
The next morning when I awoke, there was someone from the local paper there to interview me about my trip, and take some pictures. On the way, I stopped in a town called Pallisade to grab a burger to eat. I talked to the girl behind the counter about my trip, and she gave me her address, and asked me to send her a card from anywhere. I did. I sent her several cards from several places, including, of course, Alaska. I make it to Judy Garland's hometown of Grand Rapids getting my second highest mileage of 78 miles (126km). I camped out in a clearing in the woods near Pokegama Lake.
June 22nd, and I am on my way, having cruised about 6-7 miles (10-12km), when I realized I had left my cooler behind in the woods. I was talking with some cyclist who was going from Seattle to Pittsburgh. After he left I wanted to eat something and the cooler that straps to my handlebars was not there. I backtracked to get it and wasted a bunch of time, but I also had to pace my self on this Sunday so as not to pass my next mail pick-up. It also caused me to get the 3000th mile (4,828km) of my trip on the return trip toward Grand Rapids. Even so I go 67 miles (108km) today as I make it to the Leetch Lake Indian Reservation. I am on Cass Lake at the Knudsen Dam. It is actually the Mississippi River again. As it flows through endless lakes such as this I sit and reacquaint myself with this once great river that has followed me for most of my trip. As the distance remaining to Alaska shrinks, so does the river. I have watched it go from a monstrous body of water, crossing it on massive bridges, which themselves are great structures, to a mere stream that I've crossed on tiny footbridges. Today I sit at a small dam as what's left of the mighty Mississippi dumps into the Cass Lake...read the whole story.
Florida to Alaska on Bicycle (#62) June 19, 1997: Camping Scene - Minnesota
Springvale, Minnesota (June 19, 1997) A familiar scene - My lone tent surrounded by RVs...(#62) back | next
In 1997 I rode a bicycle from Florida to Alaska. I'm posting the story here on flickr.
The next morning when I awoke, there was someone from the local paper there to interview me about my trip, and take some pictures. On the way, I stopped in a town called Pallisade to grab a burger to eat. I talked to the girl behind the counter about my trip, and she gave me her address, and asked me to send her a card from anywhere. I did. I sent her several cards from several places, including, of course, Alaska. I make it to Judy Garland's hometown of Grand Rapids getting my second highest mileage of 78 miles (126km). I camped out in a clearing in the woods near Pokegama Lake.
June 22nd, and I am on my way, having cruised about 6-7 miles (10-12km), when I realized I had left my cooler behind in the woods. I was talking with some cyclist who was going from Seattle to Pittsburgh. After he left I wanted to eat something and the cooler that straps to my handlebars was not there. I backtracked to get it and wasted a bunch of time, but I also had to pace my self on this Sunday so as not to pass my next mail pick-up. It also caused me to get the 3000th mile (4,828km) of my trip on the return trip toward Grand Rapids. Even so I go 67 miles (108km) today as I make it to the Leetch Lake Indian Reservation. I am on Cass Lake at the Knudsen Dam. It is actually the Mississippi River again. As it flows through endless lakes such as this I sit and reacquaint myself with this once great river that has followed me for most of my trip. As the distance remaining to Alaska shrinks, so does the river. I have watched it go from a monstrous body of water, crossing it on massive bridges, which themselves are great structures, to a mere stream that I've crossed on tiny footbridges. Today I sit at a small dam as what's left of the mighty Mississippi dumps into the Cass Lake...read the whole story.