In fact, we ended up by-passing the Duluth city-centre, but in doing so, had to contend with one of the most harrowing routes of the entire trip as we crossed state lines through a mass of overpasses, underpasses, and one long, windy bridge that connects Duluth, MI to Superior, WI. The industrial lakeshore was weirdly beautiful, if a bit terrifying - with a landscape that crossed a Group of Seven painting with an Edward Burtynsky photograph, and a dense road plan that approximated our worst cycling nightmares. All this, and I still “felt great today”. I do remember collapsing in front of the Welcome to Wisconsin sign and feeling quite pleased with the fact that we had survived.
Once in Wisconsin and the heart rate had time to settle down a bit, we dined at the Old Town Tavern, where we met a one-legged man who had cycled to Colorado in his youth. Later, at the campground, we met a two-legged man who had just finished a ride from Vancouver, WA to Chicago.
Stats:
Av. Spd.: 19.7km/h
Mx. Spd.: 48.3km/h
Best tourism employee: The lady at Amnicon Falls State Park. She deserves a prize.
Best sign award: This one. It really captured the spirit of what this bike trip is all about.
I was wondering how you remembered each day in such detail. Last pic plus caption is just great.
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