It’s been over a week, but still it gives me happy thoughts. Being a city dweller, riding around on quiet, picturesque, rural gravel roads is a bit of a treat. I’ve been riding bikes purposely on gravel roads for a few years, so this is nothing new to me, but not usually with the same kind of pleasure and enjoyment I did on this day. It was a bit of adventure, as I did not have a detailed route to follow. I had a compass (built into my bike computer), a rough plan of a route, and a rough idea of the distance I wanted to cover, which helped me decide when to turn back.
I started in Decorah, made my way out to Freeport, then almost to Waukon. Then I found my way back, a different way. Along the way, I took a turn down Lower Dam Road. It brought me here. Cool, huh?
After a brief stop, I carried on.
I had hoped to find the Sattre store, along the way. I crested a hill, and there it was. And not much else. A cold Coke and a short break sitting out front of the store was exactly what I was hoping for. Later in the day I heard some interesting tales of this place. I wish this place and the new owners well.
A little later, I stopped at this place. Only wide enough for one car, and I actually saw two cars almost collide. (sort of) There were many, many birds flying around this bridge, swooping and diving. I don’t know what they were, but I’m sure they were chasing and catching some kind of insect. Didn’t see any fish, though.
I saw quite a bit of wildlife. Deer on a few occasions. Eagles, vultures, turtles. I came upon a mink, looking like he was laying on the road, belly down. Like I see squirrels do on hot days sometimes. I saw some snakes, too.
There was a pretty sight around every corner, really. Great gravel roads for bike riding, and challenging hilly terrain. It really couldn’t have been any better.