Well, it’s been a treat to see my old friend again. But the camping was expensive! and there’s always something else down the road that beckons. I had a final sweet day riding Lebanon Hills, with CT this time.
And Hops and I had another hike in the Nerstrand Big Woods on our final morning.
And then it was time for my twentieth state:
I headed for a trail system near Iowa City that comes recommended. But the trails are wet and not drying quickly, so I suppose we’ll spend a day in the city instead, and see what they have to offer.
I’m nearing a much-anticipated stop to see a dear friend and attend Hamilton in the next week! Stay tuned…
Well, the weather eventually calmed somewhat, allowing me to get a very fun ride in at Lebanon Hills a few minutes north of town.
And CT and I took a field trip back across the Wisconsin state line –
for a bike race. I decided I wasn’t ready for the distance and elevation offered, so I sat it out, which was kind of bittersweet (especially as the elevation turned out a bit less than expected). But it was neat being in the scene again.
It was also neat seeing another friend again after some years: Derek used to put on a race up here which is how I know CT and how I know that Minnesota (and now Wisconsin!) offers some fine riding and fine people.
pre-riding race trails with CT
CT and Derek fuel up with pizza and beer
The boys each had a better race than they’d anticipated, I was slightly sorry that I’d missed out, and good times were had all around. I even had this unique opportunity to drink two beers next to one another that are not sold within about 800 miles of each other (recall trivia here).
Back into Minnesota –
and Hops, who was boarded for two nights, appeared surprisingly untraumatized but still happy to be back home again in Foxy and with me.
Well, the joke’s on us a little bit. As I scheduled Hops’s doggie daycare afternoons, allowing me to ride bikes with my buddy CT, three things happened: 1, it cooled down enough that he really could have stayed in the van. 2, CT’s work schedule tightened up and he couldn’t take off work after all, so I’d be riding alone. and 3, it rained and rained and rained (see: cooler weather), so I didn’t get to ride at all. Roll with the punches… Hops and I had a really lovely hike in Nerstand Big Woods State Park in the gentle rain.
We enjoyed some walks around town and evening beers with CT instead. All’s well.
“Waist Deep,” by local high school students, at the public library
Hops at Carleton College Cowling Arboretum after the rain
Bonus: Northfield’s little bookstore, Content, is an exceptional example, especially for such a small town – I had a lovely browse there. I think it’s a model!
On our last full day in Wisconsin, I had hoped to ride another trail, but high temperatures and no shaded parking made even the dawn patrol option too big a risk for Hops. We hiked the trail instead, interacting with all the ticks and other biting bugs.
There were some lovely lupines, though, that match very closely the Texas bluebonnets that I love. Wonder what these are…
Our final evening we had some cooling rain (sigh) and beautiful views…
And the next morning we got up early to walk the Listeman Arboretum before the drive into Minnesota.
I have a buddy in Northfield, Minnesota who I met years ago at a bike race (in Minnesota). We’ve become close friends remotely, but have only seen each other a few times IRL (always in Minnesota), so I was excited to come back and see him again.
We had big plans to do some riding together, and it’s been so hot recently that I made plans with a doggie daycare/kennel facility. I drove into Northfield on a Monday for Hops’s appointment to take a temperament test – his first – and while he is a loving dear with humans, he occasionally grumps at other dogs, so I was mostly confident that he would pass, but still waiting to hear. First surprise: they took his leash from me and said I could return in three to six hours! I had no idea I was to leave him at all… and I confess, it was pretty disconcerting. What do I do now? I got over it and got on my bike – after all, this was a free half day’s doggie daycare. So I got in a little urban/bike path ride.
old mill ruins
little urban singletrack
I saw a beautiful striped snake, an otter in a little pond, and what I guess was a woodchuck. My local friend says they’re not sure they even have otters here anymore – they might be headed up to Canada – but there was no question what I saw, so that was exciting!
Back to pick up Hops: first of all, no problem at all with passing his test. He did great! And they even included a little congratulatory gift bag – shout out to Cannon Valley Vet for that nice touch! (Good goodies in the bag, too – not only dog treats but a pen [always needs more of those], a koozie, and a keychain flashlight that I love.)
Hops seemed in high spirits, and not at all upset at being left in a strange place. He often is, on this trip – his separation anxiety is much worse now that we spend ~23 hours a day together. But he was fine with this daycare episode. So the lesson is: my own separation anxiety is a real thing in the world, too. Good to know.
In Wisconsin, I did the two most obvious things first: bought some cheese curds, and headed to New Glarus Brewing.
It’s a lovely place, some acreage in the rolling green hills, set up (in the public areas) as faux-ruins among rocks. It was a bit warm and shade-less the day I was there (and Hops keeps me outside, you know), but the beer was very fine – I drank four sours – and it’s a gorgeous setting. Trivia: on the list of top 50 craft breweries based on volume sold*, there are only two that do not sell outside of their states: New Glarus in Wisconsin, and Real Ale in Texas, my most recent day-job employer. (One observation might be that Texas and Wisconsin are powerful beer markets!)
*in the year when I went to work at Real Ale, at least.
I also rode some of the John Muir trail system in Kettle Moraine State Forest, which was a lovely way to spend a morning – a very early morning, up at 5:30 to beat the heat for Hops’s sake in the van, whew.
We hiked some of the trail together, too, and then again at a roadside rest area that advertised a scenic viewpoint but didn’t tell us how far it would be (under a mile, but still might have wanted better shoes).
Signage tells of the mining history in this area, and claims that mine buildings and an open pit mine are still visible from the scenic overlook at the top of Bell Mound; but the signage was dated or the trees were faster-growing than expected, because I could decipher no such sights. Maybe if you knew what you were looking for.
One more day here, and then I’m looking forward to the next visit with a friend just across the state line…
On this trip, I have been fortunate to stop off at some destination-worthy mountain bike trails in Texas, Alabama, North Carolina, and Georgia. Previous to this trip, even, even I have been lucky to ride some world-class trails in Vermont, Washington, Oregon, Utah, Colorado, and Texas (Louisiana, Arkansas…)
Kingdom Trails, Vermont
On this trip, I have also stopped off at some mountain bike trails that are not destination-worthy; I would not recommend building a trip around these; nobody vacations cross-state or cross-country to ride in De Soto National Forest in Mississippi or the Blackwater River State Forest in northern Florida.
But you know, I find inspiration in these places, too. A different kind of inspiration. Horry County Bike & Run Park in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina was a surprise: in this coastal plain of flat sandy country, a sweet little 7-mile course involves lots of berms and even pumps and jumps. Many of these were constructed using carpeting, admittedly. But it was a fun ride, and I appreciate a local community that makes its sport work where it must. I come from a trail system like this. Nobody travels to Houston, Texas for the mountain biking. There is something comforting and admirable about trail-building in the places that are not the Pisgah, the Moab slickrock, or the steepnesses of British Columbia.
As I shop for a place to settle, I’m not necessarily looking for the world-class destination. For one thing, I know the lines will be so long (and all that that means). But a local community that invests in its imperfect topography? That’s for me.
Rode another trail, this one in the Dupont State Forest, and the most fun I’ve had/the most suited to my style and the trails I’ve loved most in the past. A wonderful fun ride! Hops and I then traveled a few miles further into Hendersonville, and checked out two dog-friendly breweries. After a delightful and relaxing afternoon I returned to the campsite to cook my dinner, only to find that my stove & fuel had been stolen during the day.
I was angry with myself for leaving them unattended, and embarrassed at my own role in the theft. But then again, this is common practice in every campground I’ve known – and in driving around this one, I see lots of tents, piles of gear, chairs, and yes, stoves, left unattended. So I’m also very angry with whomever took advantage of the opportunity to steal from me my chance to cook my own dinner. In the grand scheme, of course, it’s not that great a loss, financially. I’ve been very lucky on the whole. When Foxy got hit-and-run in Houston, that was another difficult piece of ugly humanity to deal with; but that one turned out fine, financially, thanks to my insurance policy. And this one will be fine, too. It’s just money, and not that much of it. I’ve mostly been very lucky.
This is how I spent the next hour or two of my evening: working to process my feelings, to be upset but also philosophical and not too weepy. I’m still a lucky woman in this life.
Then I pulled it together and made the drive up to Asheville to the nearest REI, where I spent my annual dividend and then some replacing the stove – I got the exact same thing, having shopped and found nothing better suited. And then, what the heck, I was so nearby the Mills River location of Sierra Nevada… I had thought I’d miss this brewery, but why not? One beer later I was headed back for camp. And as Hops and I snuggled in for the night, I thought again: I’m so lucky. I love this life.
riding Dupont Forest
Hops & hops (I couldn’t decide who should be in focus)