The Ends of the Earth

Eden to Menasha, Wisconsin. Thursday, May 20, 2021

This was one of those days which was so pleasant, you almost feel guilty. It’s not supposed to be this easy. When is the other shoe going to drop?

There were no hills to slow me down this time. After lingering in that “garden of Eden” of the Breezy Hill campground, it was an easy swoop down to Fond du Lac, at the southern tip of Lake Winnebago.

From there a ruler straight, beautifully paved road with a strong tailwind blew me into Oshkosh, famous for toddlers clothes, an annual air festival, and an old fashioned drive-in restaurant, where Courtney brought me my drink on roller skates.

The wind continued to push me the length of the lake to the Vrabec’s lovely lakeside home. Steph, an environmental sciences teacher, pampered me with laundry and a sumptuous shower, and we met Mike, an ophthalmologist specializing in LASIK surgery, for dinner at a great Mexican place in town. Mike has climbed Kilimanjaro, Mont Blanc, and Mt. Elbrus, the highest mountain in Europe, is a pilot and avid cyclist. I had such fun talking to them I lost track of time and kept them up. I have to remember, not everyone is retired!

The bliss was undercut by some dispiriting news. Christine texted to let me know that Ben (this was the couple from Namibia I rode with last week) had suffered a head injury. His front wheel apparently collapsed while swerving to avoid traffic. He was taken to the local ER where head and neck scans were negative, but he has to follow up with a neurologist in Davenport. I talked to them both, he seems fine, but they realize how catastrophic this could have been. They are rethinking whether it is wise to continue. I asked them to call me anytime with updates or questions. Oh, my heart just goes out to them.

Although I’ve never felt healthier, it underscores the precariousness of my own situation. I’m three years older and traveling alone. I promised them, and Jane, to be extra special careful.

Distance 46 miles, 1,565 total. Time 5 hours with stops. Elevation gain 368 feet

Milwaukee to Eden, Wisconsin. Wednesday May 19, 2021

As soon as I crossed into Wisconsin yesterday, I realized it was a bikers’ paradise. The quality of the bike path improved immediately, and drivers and dogs were notably nicer.

It was hard to leave Annie after a great night’s sleep. We lingered over breakfast, talked for hours about old times, and I had fun playing with her adorable golden retriever, Paddington.

I needed bike gloves, and Annie directed me to Erik’s nearby. The guy with the keys didn’t arrive till 11:30, but is was worth the wait. What a store. I looked around, surely there’s something I’ll need, I’m not going to see a shop like this for weeks, but all I really needed was the gloves. Here are two of the great guys who helped and chatted with me.

Next on the agenda was to head to my friend and colleague Mike Vrabec near Appleton, he has a lovely house on the shores of Lake Winnebago. Just over 100 miles, so a two day trip. I’ve come to trust my navigator app, RideWithGPS; I just punch in the destination and come along for the ride. Sure enough, I was directed to a series of rail trails, so smooth, flat, and safe.

Nine years ago I talked Jane and Hope into doing the C&O Canal with me, sweetening the pot by promising to stay in B&Bs each night. I was enthralled with the beauty and history, but Jane said, eh, it’s just a boring green tunnel.

Well even I could admit that these rail trails could be a bit boring. Ruler-straight, flat, generally with train tracks on one side and a string of power lines on the other; yeah, but so stress-free. Today had a nice tailwind, so no wind noise. I took the opportunity to call friends, this time my good buddy Caroline, and we talked and talked. Next was a FaceTime call to Jane and the family on the Cape, I could see my friend David shucking Wellfleet oysters, and they could see me sweating over the handlebars. The miles just sped by, interrupted only by a banana split in West Bend.

The weather was nice enough that I decided to try camping. I called ahead, and Sara, the manager at Breezy Hill Campground in Eden, heard my story and offered me a cabin at tent-site rates. I guess I’ve perfected the pathetic routine enough that people are offering me upgrades before they even see me!

I say these rail trails are flat, but they do go over hills, it’s just that the grade is so gradual you notice only when you see your speed go down and up. Also, you do go slower when you’re yakking constantly on the phone. So these easy tailwind miles took longer than I bargained for, and I didn’t get in to the campground until almost 8. I loaded up on dinner and breakfast stuff at a quick stop 3 miles before, and felt like a bag lady, with a laden grocery bag hanging from the handlebars. I had fun watching the sunset over dinner from my campsite, and catching the end of Ordinary People.

In the morning, I was able to thank Sara, and her dog Isabelle. Her brother Jon, the owner, gave me a Chapstick for the road. It’s these small kindnesses that make the trip so special. They have lavished a lot of care on their campground, and I was very comfortable in my cabin for 30 bucks.

Distance 62 miles, 1,519 total. Time 7 1/2 hours with stops. Elevation gain 1,212 feet

Zion, Illinois to Milwaukee, Wisconsin Tuesday, May 18, 2021

Today’s entry will be short and sweet, just like the day was. With little fuss, my navigator guided me along a series of bike paths and quiet roads up the shores of Lake Michigan to visit family in Milwaukee. There was even a gentle tailwind to help. With very little traffic to worry about, I was able to have long conversations on the phone, particularly with my sister Anne, who has been such a comfort and support along this ride.

The city of Kenosha had been in the news lately, and I was a bit concerned, but it was actually beautiful, with a dazzling waterfront. I wish I could’ve gotten a picture, but it would’ve meant breaking off the phone conversation. So too was the case with Racine, which I’d heard could be fairly gritty. It was just a pleasant town on the lake, and a place for lunch.

Before I knew it, I was approaching the the towers of Milwaukee, a town I had never seen. I was soon wrapped in family warmth, from my cousin Ann, along with my Aunt Miriam and her husband Dick, who are in a lovely nursing home. Ann made me a great steak dinner, and we talked for hours in her apartment overlooking the lake. What a delightful day. I’m getting spoiled.

Distance 55 miles, 1,457 total. Time 7 hours with stops. Elevation gain 932 feet

Chicago to Zion, Illinois Monday, May 17, 2021

Funny how, in the space of five years in the early 1980s, three iconic movies were made about the North Shore of Chicago: the aforementioned Ferris Bueller‘s Day Off, Ordinary People, and Risky Business, launching the careers of Matthew Broderick, Timothy Hutton, and Tom Cruise. This was the territory I was going to pass through today.

But not before the city of Chicago bid me poignantly farewell. I woke up to one of the most amazing sunrises I have ever seen, over Lake Michigan.

When you have a hotel suite this nice, you’re not in a hurry to leave. I didn’t get out till noon, and didn’t leave the city without checking out Navy Pier, with its iconic ferris wheel and views of the Chicago skyline.

So it was 1:30 before I left the city, regretful about all the things I didn’t see. Not only did I miss the Monet exhibit at the Art Institute of Chicago, but also Hopper’s Nighthawks and Seurat’s A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte. I missed the Field Museum, the iconic University of Chicago, a boat trip along the Chicago River, and those views from the skyscrapers. At least I had a penthouse view from a pretty high building. I left thinking Chicago deserves a lot better than to be called the Second City. We’ll be back.

There was one icon that was kind of on the way out, Wrigley Field. As my navigator guided me through the crowded streets of northern Chicago, I came upon it suddenly, and surprised myself by almost shrieking with delight.

It’s not like I’m a baseball fan, and when I am, it’s about the Red Sox or the Nationals, certainly not the Chicago Cubs. But how can you not love the Cubbies? They had a World Series drought longer than the Red Sox, and the only ball park with ivy on its walls.

I love how, like Fenway park, Wrigley is wedged between city blocks, not surrounded by acres of parking. I really wanted to see that ivy. I circled the park, asking guards if I could sneak in for a peak and finally winding up with the head of security, who was unmoved by my “biked all the way from Vermont” story. The Cubs were playing at 8 o’clock that night, and if I wanted a look, I would have to buy a ticket.

Oh well. I got a tiny glimpse of the infield, and had fun looking at the statues outside.

There was a kind of a “Hollywood walk of fame” on the bricks outside, including the much-maligned Bill Buckner, a great player whose career was sadly defined by a ground ball that got between his legs, and wound up costing the Red Sox a World Series victory in 1986. He also played for the Cubs, and at least they gave him his due.

Next step was Northwestern University, which I had never seen but was the stomping grounds of three important doctors in my life. The first was George Reading, my uncle, the only doctor in my family, a plastic and hand surgeon who has retired to New Mexico, I hope to visit him and his wife this winter. I will be seeing his daughter, my cousin Annie, tomorrow in Milwaukee.

The second doctor was Harvey Washington, a great childhood friend with whom I delivered the Sunday New York Times by car for a couple of years at the end of high school. We listened constantly to America’s Top 40 with Casey Kasem, and memorized all the songs. He went to Northwestern undergrad, Johns Hopkins for medical school, and is still practicing primary care medicine at the VA in DC. While cycling today, we talked on the phone for almost an hour, reminiscing. It made the miles speed by.

I was also able to reach the third doctor, Floyd Russak, a Northwestern grad who was my classmate at GW medical school, we also did primary care residencies in Cambridge Massachusetts. He has moved to Denver where I have visited him a few times, he also invited me to his place in Aspen. I am really looking forward to seeing him again.

I was delighted to encounter an older woman on a bicycle named Erma, originally from Russia, 83 but looking much younger, said she had bicycled almost every day of her life. She took my picture and subscribed to my blog, as did a couple of racing cyclists on very fancy bikes, the exact opposite of what I’m riding.

I did notice I passed through Lake Forest, the setting for Ordinary People, but couldn’t identify where the other two movies were made. No matter, today was a movie-perfect day.

Distance 51 miles, 1,402 total. Time 7 hours with stops. Elevation gain 369 feet

Chicago, Illinois. Sunday, May 16, 2021

A sunny Sunday in Chicago. A beautiful hotel room, right in the center of town. A planned down day—no schedule. Surely I could give Ferris Bueller a run for his money.

It didn’t quite work out that way. I slept late, had a leisurely Trader Joe’s breakfast, worked on my blog, luxuriated in this great suite, checked out the fitness center, and didn’t really get going until mid-afternoon. This would be the biggest city of the trip, a chance to pick up any hard-to-find bike supplies. I took everything off of the bicycle and looked it over, and was horrified to see I had broken another spoke, with a big wobble in the rear wheel. Funny, the same thing had happened as I was trying to leave my fancy hotel room in Cleveland.

Actually, not so funny. A broken spoke is a big deal, if not fixed quickly, the weakened wheel can easily lose more spokes. I had this wheel built specially, anticipating this problem as a heavy guy on a loaded bicycle. I even had a spare wheel waiting for me at home, for Jane to send if necessary. I had brought some extra spokes, but now I had already used two of them. Clearly, the thing to do was go to a bike shop where they could properly tension the wheel. But by now it was 3 o’clock, and the shops close by five. Indeed, the first shop, 2 1/2 miles away, didn’t have time to help me before it closed. The owner, John, did give me gratis an obscure piece I needed for my panniers, for which I was very grateful.

I got to the second shop at 4:15, it was disheartening to see that there was a line at the door, they were only letting people in one at a time as people within the shop left. When it was finally my turn, they said they could have the wheel for me sometime tomorrow. I sweet–talked them into letting me repair the spoke myself on their floor, and then just having them do the truing and tensioning, for which you need a special jig. Russ was very accommodating and helpful. Once again, the kindness of strangers.

I was finally free to see the city at 5:30. The famous Art Institute of Chicago closed at six, I was sorry to miss their big Monet exhibit, but I bought the coffee-table book to send home to Jane, and snapped a few pictures.

Quite possibly the most-visited attraction in Chicago is Anish Kapoor’s Cloud Gate, a.k.a. The Bean. It is a dazzling sculpture, but mobbed with tourists and hard to get a clean picture. At some point they cordoned it off, I’ll bet it was amazing to stand underneath and see your unusual reflection.

My friends had given me a list of “must-sees” but I only had time for a few of them. One of them will only make sense to a few of you. Back in high school I saw a compelling film called Powers of Ten, that really piqued my interest in science. https://youtu.be/0fKBhvDjuy0 Frank pointed out that it was filmed on the waterfront of Chicago, so I had to go find the spot.

And keeping to the theme of obscure spots of grass and trees, I had to take this photograph. This is Grant Park, home of the famous 1968 “Chicago 7” riots, and also Obama’s 2008 election acceptance speech, both scenes burned into my memory.

These are Chicago’s famous “L” tracks, featured in ER and many movies.

Even though everyone says the Hancock Tower has the better view, I had to go see the Sears Tower, which for much of my adult life was the tallest building in the world. The trouble is, when you’re right next to it, it is hard to convey its size in a picture.

I didn’t go up, it was too crowded and expensive. Instead I raced over to the Hancock Tower, arriving right at 8 PM, sunset was at 8:05.

Alas, the guard told me that all the reservations were taken. Nothing to do but head back to the hotel and have my second Trader Joe’s dinner. Two days in Chicago, and the only money I spent was on that coffee-table book. It was also fun to realize that my unloaded bicycle is a great city bike, agile and perfect for the crowded streets of Chi-Town.

Ferris, your record is secure.

Danke schön, darling danke schön…

Distance 12 miles, 1,351 total. Time 5 hours with stops. Elevation gain 246 feet

Rochester, Indiana to Chicago, Illinois. Saturday, May 15, 2021

Ben & Christine eat much healthier than I do. I announced I was going to Denny’s in the morning for a grand slam breakfast, and they politely demurred. It was actually pretty great, eight dollars for three eggs, three strips of bacon, and three pancakes. I could only make it halfway through the pancakes, and texted my friends that I was going to check in to the local ER to have my stomach pumped.

I was treated to another few hours of biking with Ben & Christine before our paths diverged. Again, I marveled at how much fun it was talking with them, how closely our paces matched, and how little I minded when Ben stopped for pictures. He sent me a few of the ones he took, and if you look at his website, you’ll see he took dozens more. I really have to start doing that myself.

Just like approaching Cleveland, when I stopped for coffee at a cute little town square in Painesville, today we stopped at a gorgeous courthouse square in the town of Crown Point, on the day when I was due to arrive in Chicago. We found a cute little coffee shop right across from the courthouse, and had a blast sipping café au lait and fancy sweet treats, theirs were organic, mine not so much.

As we approached the point where we would split, I found myself getting clingy only after a couple of days with them. I tried to push them away by tunelessly belting out “Gary, Indiana” (supposedly on my route) from The Music Man, as a way of showing them how difficult it would be to travel with me if we were to stay together. I love to sing songs at the top of my lungs, mostly when I’m pretty sure no one else can hear.

We hugged, said our goodbyes, promised to keep in touch, then they went west, and I went north.

The first few miles alone were bittersweet. I again realized how much I crave human contact, beyond just brief conversations with friendly people. Touring alone definitely has its advantages, you can keep your own pace, don’t need to consider anyone else’s preferences, no “getting on each other’s nerves”, and you are generally more approachable to outsiders, who are more reluctant to approach a group. Still, it can be lonely. As is so often the case, Bruce Springsteen said it best https://youtu.be/85cNRQo1m3A

The Adventures Cycling route I am following, part of their “NYC to Chicago” route, takes you up through bike paths to Lake Michigan (it actually does not quite hit Gary Indiana) which you then follow into the heart of Chicago. Ben & Christine diverged before this in part because they had heard that this route was not safe, in fact I did have some trepidations about coming through the infamous South Side of Chicago. Happily, though, I never felt uncomfortable at all. No sign of Bad Bad Leroy Brown. Instead, I was treated to a part of bicycle touring that I love, approaching a big city from the hinterlands. It’s fun to see the landscape gradually transform rural to semi rural, suburban, dense suburban, and finally urban. It feels like I’m approaching “the heart of the beast”. In this case, I was mostly following bike paths that were generally in quite good shape, only a couple of spots with the turns were confusing, but RideWithGPS saw me through. It started to gently rain, but there was a nice tail wind, so it was really quite easy. There was a nice sign as I crossed into Illinois, my fifth state line.

Finally I popped out onto the shores of Lake Michigan, and got my first view of the skyscrapers of Chicago. I had only been there once before, on an overnight business trip where I didn’t get to see the city. I was thrilled I was going to have a full day there tomorrow.

At this point I wished I had my GoPro up and running, so I could document the thrill of gradually getting closer and closer.

I had enlisted the help of my buddies to tell me what to see in Chicago. Brian’s first suggestion was the Buckingham Fountain, and in fact that is where the Adventure Cycling route officially ends. It was impressive, but unfortunately it was turned off.

Frank said be sure to check out Ed Debevic’s restaurant, which was just around the corner from my hotel, and from the website indeed looked like lots of fun, a real Chicago institution. Unfortunately, all I found were these signs:

Great, I thought, I’m batting 0 for 2. I shuddered to think what would be awaiting me at the hotel check-in. Despite the fiasco two days ago with Priceline, I decided to give them another chance, and booked the cheapest room available at the Marriott Miracle Mile hotel downtown. It was $145 a night, but I figured, I’d just biked all the way to Chicago, it was worth a splurge.

It didn’t start out well. The lobby had 10 marble steps down to the check-in area, and I balked at carrying my hundred pound bike down them. Instead I left it at the top of the stairs, hoped it wouldn’t be stolen, and warily approached the check-in counter. The receptionist Hannah heard my story and said she would do what she could to upgrade my room. She said I could wheel my bike around to the other side of the hotel, where there was a ground-level check in. Luckily, it was still there at the top of the stairs.

I looked at my room number: 4618. Oh well, I guess the fourth floor won’t be too bad. But when I got to the elevator, there were no rooms on the fourth floor, however the elevator went as high as the 46 floor. I figured what the hell, I’ll try it.

Room 4618 was spaced quite a bit further from the other rooms, and had a title card under it: “Horizon”. Hmm.

OMG. OMFG. It was a five room suite, and the floor-plan on the door indicated it was THE penthouse suite of the hotel. It had a full-size pool table, a conference alcove with eight chairs, a separate living room, two luxurious bathrooms, and a dazzling view of the skyline and Lake Michigan. Are you kidding me? Is this a joke? Right away I called the desk to make sure there was no mistake, and that I wasn’t going to be hit with a massive upcharge for the room. No, they said, Hannah (who turns out to be the manager) just decided to do me a favor. In retrospect I wondered, God, did I look that pathetic?

I feel ostentatious even posting these pictures. This is obscene. I’m like Eva Gabor, who “just adored a penthouse view” before her husband dragged her off to Green Acres (where I was this morning). Thank you, Hannah. Talk about a little of that human touch.

Right away, I thought I had to share it with somebody. Ben and Christine were staying somewhere south of here, perhaps I could entice them into coming up been sharing the second day here with me. Or maybe my cousin Annie Reading, with whom I will be staying in a few days in Milwaukee, would come down for Sunday night. Not surprisingly, both begged off. Who am I going to play pool with?

OK, what to do about dinner? Saturday night in downtown Chicago, shouldn’t be a problem finding a table. On my one previous night in Chicago I had the best steak of my life at Ruth’s Chris Steakhouse, but the one nearby was permanently closed. Hannah recommended Eddie V’s next-door, but the dress was business casual and they didn’t have any reservations until 9:30. Just as well, their basic sirloin was $48. In fact, I couldn’t find a table anywhere within a mile.

I was living too high on the hog anyway. Trader Joe’s was just around the corner, and I got enough food for two days for $52. Not exactly haute cuisine, but if you eat it on the 46 floor that’s pretty haute, isn’t it?

Distance 56 miles, 1,339 total. Time 8 hours with stops. Elevation gain 589 feet.

Looking at the numbers, I see I passed my previous longest bike ride, 1,325 miles with Jane from Vancouver to San Francisco, right before we moved to Vermont. So maybe celebrating in a nice hotel room isn’t TOO decadent…

Rochester to Dinwiddie, Indiana Friday, May 14, 2021

The spacing of the lodging options did not really work out today, my choice was to go 40 miles or 75 miles. It was supposed to be a beautiful day without much wind, so I opted for the longer trip. A bit concerning, because I hadn’t done this much so far on this tour, but worth a try. I surprised myself by getting out before 8:30, unheard of for me. My potential traveling companions, Ben and Christine of Namibia, Africa, had told me they wanted to get out by eight, so I presumed they had left before me.

Darn, I have been looking forward to company for once. I kept hoping I would catch up to them, but the road was always blank ahead. My sister Anne called, and warded off my loneliness by talking with me for half an hour as I rolled through the pastoral countryside. Along the way, I crossed the Tippecanoe River twice, further downstream was the battle that made William Henry Harrison famous and gave him that nickname.

23 miles in, at the tiny town of Monterey, I finally mailed my old iPhone back to Verizon, so I could receive credit. It had spent two more days in rice, and still wasn’t functioning well enough to transfer those Indiana High Point photos. I was just about to leave the post office, when I looked behind and there were Ben and Christine! They had left after me and were trying to catch up.

We rode for most of the day together. We were happily well matched in temperament and pace. They served me a healthy lunch of bagels, peanut butter, honey, beef jerky, and apples. I reciprocated by offering them a very unhealthy snack of ice cream and soda. It was great. I heard much more about their careers (Ben is a civil engineer, Christine is a journalist and editor), families, and what it was like to live in south western Africa, and in suburban DC. My knowledge of South Africa is quite rudimentary, but I’m so curious, it was lovely to have them fill in some details.

They had initially planned to camp without facilities, 15 miles before my motel, but elected to join me at the motel after all. Those last 15 miles were pretty grueling, it had been a long day, but we got into the Super 8 before six. We had Italian meals delivered and talked for hours more. It made me realize how much I miss human contact. I’m meeting and chatting with people constantly, which I love, but they’re always brief interactions. My nightly talks with Jane are nourishing, but over the phone. Talking and sharing experiences with thoughtful and intelligent people with such different backgrounds, well, it just feeds my soul. Sadly, Ben and Christine will be heading west after this, they plan to bypass Chicago on their way to the Olympic Peninsula in Washington. I will miss them, and wish them luck.

Here is the link to Ben’s blog. https://bcbiketrip2021.blogspot.com As you can see, he is much better at taking photos than I am. He’s gotten into a rhythm of stopping for a photo every few miles, and it’s really not much of a disruption at all. I hope I will take his technique to heart.

One other cool thing about today. For the first time in my life, I crossed a time zone on my bicycle. Just an unmarked county line, but I glanced at my iPhone and watch, and they had already set themselves back. So we got a bonus hour to help complete this long day.

Distance 74.8 miles, 1,283 total. Time 11 1/2 hours with stops. Elevation gain 735 feet.

Marion to Rochester, Indiana Thursday, May 13, 2021

Instead of Four Weddings and a Funeral, get it?

Today started out so great. It’s the first really nice day I’ve had in weeks, sunny, light wind, almost 70, I could wear my shorts and sandals. Today I was treated to not one but four different bike paths: the final segment of my beloved Cardinal Greenway; the Sweetser Switch Trail, with more elaborate signage;

the Converse Junction Trail that led to the little town of Converse, where I had a root beer float; and the last 15 miles were on the Nickel Plate Trail. Jane dismisses trails like these as “boring green tunnels” but I was enchanted. Along the way I chatted with many cyclists—Mike who bikes 2300 miles per year, Brad who ran nine Boston marathons, and after the final one in 1999 he biked from San Diego to Saint Augustine Florida, and finally Ben and his wife, the first long-distance bike tourists I’ve met who were going my way. Ben is originally from Namibia, but recently retired as a civil engineer after living in Annandale, Virginia for 19 years, they started at Rehoboth Beach, Delaware and are aiming for the Olympic Peninsula, following rail trails. Our paths will hopefully coincide for a few miles, they are making about the same distance per day as I am. They have already camped a few times, at non-official places. Appealing, and cheap, but I have to have a shower every night.

Once again, there was a 20 mile hiatus, but much less rough than yesterday and wind was less of a factor. For a while I was following the Mississinewa River,

leading to the town of Peru, which had the interesting Miami County Court House.

I had a lovely moment with Jane at 4:30 PM. That was the moment that she retired, her last day on the job as a nurse practitioner at Saint Michaels College student health. The end of a 43 year career in nursing. A momentous moment, I was joking that she turn off the lights before she left the room, just like that final episode of Mary Tyler Moore, which I had watched in her honor on YouTube this morning. She thought it was schmaltzy and dumb, but she did it, and sent me the video, which I watched while still pedaling on that last bike path. I was beaming for miles. She’s gonna make it after all.

So everything was great until I got to the motel, a Super 8 in Rochester. I’d seen some mixed reviews, so I wanted to look at the room before committing. It was OK, and I could get the best rate on Priceline; but this time the motel clerk, Joanne, wasn’t able to see the authorization, which usually comes through in seconds. Long story short, I wasn’t able to get into my room for an hour and a half. Thankfully, I wasn’t too chilled or exhausted, was able to eat my sub in the lobby; but the inconvenience was massive, and repeated phone calls to Priceline customer service requesting compensation only yielded a 5% discount on my next booking, an insult. I’ll have to decide if I’ll use Priceline again.

Still, the only stain on an otherwise delightful day.

Distance 57.9 miles, 1,208 total. Time 7 1/2 hours with stops. Elevation gain 738 feet.

Muncie to Marion, Indiana Wednesday, May 12, 2021

I barely slept last night, worried about losing all of my data. How silly. One of my favorite movies is Deliverance, and the scene where the Burt Reynolds character is bragging about being a survivalist. “The system’s gonna fail” he says, as he impales a fish with a bow and arrow. The character is insufferable, but he has a point. I was perfectly capable of getting around with a paper map in days of yore, and taking pictures with my film camera, but using the technology is intoxicating. This is the price.

Even though the recording last night said that Apple Support would not open up until 11, I tried calling at 8. I got another angel, Josh, who sat with me for three hours while I successfully restored my previous back up. He was so clever. Even when we had to break off the call because I was updating the very phone we were using, he had me make a video-only Face Time connection on my iPad, hold the phone in front of it, and scrawled messages on the screen, with arrows pointing me where to touch. In response, I wrote my questions on paper and held them in front of the phone. With this Rube Goldberg technique, we got it done. He stayed with me until all the apps loaded, and we tested them to make sure they worked. Like you, I consider contacting Technical Support to be worse than having a root canal, but this guy was amazing. I wanted to leave a glowing review, but no link was forwarded. If you can see this, thank you Josh!

Bottom line, I have recovered everything except for the photos of the Indiana highpoint I had taken on Monday. Just a silly thing, really, but I went ahead and bought some rice and will keep the old phone in it for a couple of more days. I also stopped by Verizon to get a new screen protector, and had fun hearing stories about Ball State from recent grad Eric. I also saw that Muncie was the home of the National Model Aviation Museum, sadly it was closed. Darn, I had built dozens of model airplanes in my day, but these were the ones that you could actually fly by radio-control. It would’ve been fun to see them.

All of this kept me from hitting the road until almost 2. Today will have to be a half-day.

Back on the wonderful Cardinal Greenway, but there was a big hiatus where the Adventure Cycling maps (yes, I’m back on their routes) had me go to back roads. Most of them were smooth, but there was a 5 mile stretch that was particularly rough, and pointed right into the wind. The road was smoother in dead center, and I could increase my speed by 2 mph, but this required me to look constantly in my rearview mirror, since cars were speeding by. It felt so good to get back on the blessed Greenway.

So here I am in the town of Marion, Indiana for the night. I always try to find something interesting about the towns I pass through, so I found this tidbit from Wikipedia: “Marion is the birthplace of actor James Dean and cartoonist Jim Davis. It was the location of the wedding of actress Julia Roberts and singer Lyle Lovett in 1993”

Hmm. If I hit all of the destinations I hope for, I will be seeing James Dean’s life from start to end. Just my luck.

Distance 34.8 miles, 1,150 total. Time 4 hours with stops. Elevation gain 524 feet.

Greenville, Ohio to Muncie, Indiana. Monday and Tuesday, May 10-11, 2021

My clothes dried out but not the cell phone, still couldn’t get it to work properly. Stopped by the Verizon office in Greenville, and Gina was very helpful, saying I had insurance protection and could get a new iPhone delivered, possibly the same day, once I arrived in Muncie. She pooh-poohed the idea of the rice, said better to ride with it all day in the sun and wind. I even turned it around on the handlebars, so the air could enter the charger and speaker holes at the bottom.

Navigating with the AirPods alone, from my iPad tucked in my rear panniers as I mentioned yesterday, was trickier. With audio but no video guidance I wouldn’t be able to handle a lot of backroad turns. So I elected to keep to larger highways, which was OK, the shoulders were narrow but smooth, though the rumble strips did not leave much margin for error. Stopped in Palestine for a snack, and talked to Austin, who said he used to drive by the sign pointing to the Indiana highpoint, but it never occurred to him to go over there.

The road got a bit rougher as I crossed into Indiana, the state line sign celebrated the state as the birthplace of Benjamin Harrison. One of our more obscure presidents, he is notable mainly for being the grandson of Tippecanoe, and the prez who served between the two terms of Grover Cleveland.

People have been joking about the Indiana highpoint for years, dismissing it as a “hump in a cornfield” and even less of an eminence than Campbell Hill. Always drawn to the underdog, I was determined to paint it in the best possible light. I took multiple pictures as I approached, but using my weakened iPhone.

Abruptly, next to a clump of trees, the navigator announced that I had arrived. There was just a short gravel driveway, the sign had been stolen off the bare signpost, but I knew to look for a thin path leading into the woods about 30 feet, and there was a small clearing that had been set up as an Eagle Scout project. Hoosier Hill consisted of a nicely engraved rock, a picnic table, a decorated mailbox containing the register, a fire ring, and one of those Highpointers Foundation benches. Quite sweet, really. A car pulled up to the driveway, and a guy got out and walked around his car taking pictures. I waited for him to come into the clearing so we could chat, but he abruptly drove away. I guess he was only following his GPS, didn’t know about the little “shrine” within. He didn’t even “bag” the highpoint, which was about three feet higher than the road. I scattered Dad’s ashes, left a link to my blog in the register, and departed feeling quite pleased.

As of this posting, I still can’t get my soggy iPhone to pass on the pictures I took. In the mailbox there were postcards about the highpoint, so I will photograph these and post them here, as a placeholder. If ever I get my original pictures, I will come back and replace them.

I still had 40 miles to go at 3PM, but most of that was on the delightful Cardinal Greenway, one of the smoothest and best graded rail trails I have seen. Even with a slight headwind, the miles just flew by. No need to worry about traffic, or dogs, or missing turns, nothing to do but enjoy the views of the pastoral farmland. I was tickled to find a sign indicating I was on the American Discovery Trail, that goes coast-to-coast and was scouted by my friend Eric and his wife Ellen. To me, it felt like hallowed ground.

It was almost 8 when I arrived in Muncie. Never been here before, but it has such a cute name, and some fun cultural connections. Ball State University is David Letterman’s alma mater. The beloved Bob Ross, the PBS painter, filmed his show here, and there’s a museum called The Bob Ross Experience. Muncie was the setting for the opening of my favorite space flick, Close Encounters of the Third Kind. I remember it came out right after the original Star Wars, and I much preferred it.

A nice Mexican meal, and I was sawing logs at the Holiday Inn by eleven. Morning, though brought bad news: the phone was still not working properly, despite ample time to dry out. I had to wait till 10 to call Verizon, but because of my insurance they were able to get a new phone delivered here by 6 PM. So, another zero day.

Too bad, it was sunny out, but only 50 and still with a moderate northwest wind. I never left the hotel. I swam, did laundry, bike repair (broken tension bolt for my Brooks saddle, I had brought two spares), made phone calls on the hotel phone, and used the fitness center, where I was thrilled to see I had lost 24 pounds already. Still could stand to lose a lot more. The Verizon guy, Angel, arrived on schedule with my new phone, but because the old one could not connect to Wi-Fi and kept resetting itself, I couldn’t transfer my photos, music, apps, data and contacts to the new one. I was on the phone or texting with Verizon customer service for hours, unable to connect to the iCloud to restore my last backup, and Apple Support won’t open until 11AM tomorrow.

How frustrating, to be sidelined by something so mundane. If I’d just stayed at that first pricier hotel Sunday night, not gone out again in the rain, none of this phone hassle would have happened. Penny wise and pound foolish. Live and learn.

Distance 63.4 miles, 1,115 total. Time 8 hours with stops. Elevation gain 1,324 feet.