Being on a bike we are conspicuous. We look odd because of our bikes and trailers, and because of the clothes we wear. It brings out a strange and wonderful response from the people we meet. Often we are a little lost as to where to find food,  or a place to stay, or directions to this or that. We have gotten to the point that we just approach people, on our bikes, and ask for help. They invariably give us a quick once over look and then are most cordial and helpful. When we stop for wate or juice at a Cenex, or go into a cafe, people look at us and don’t hesitate to to approach us and ask questions about our trip, or tell us of grand adventures of their own that they have had. The experience is quite wonderful, and an everyday experience when traveling as we are. Sometimes people honk and wave when they go by, and even Amtrak has blown their horn and waved. A couple of people are worth mentioning. One was a taxi driver who drove us on a bike route through Duluth to get to Highway 13 tomorrow, then he drew us a map. The second was a hotel clerk who printed out detailed maps of the area, bicycle maps really. Today we left Grand Rapids just as we expected, with the wind in our faces. It was anovercast day so cool. A long ride to Duluth. We heard way back in Williston from Jason and Jerry that we needed to eat at Grandma’s in Duluth, that it was the place to eat. That was confirmed by everyone we asked here, too. I’m ready to report they are right, my Walleye and Randy’s Wild Rice burger were excellent. 75 hard miles today.
Greg