Wildcat Mountain to Devil’s Lake

Originally the day was supposed to end at Mirror Lake, but throughout the day I had a secret alternate agenda that I would put forth at the right moment. More on that later. We started out with a huge downhill which deposited us at the floor of a beautiful valley on County F. F is […]

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Wildcat Mountain^2

A quick glance at our route and possible campsites left us with no good alternatives — and we have no regrets. We pulled into Wildcat Mountain Start Park at around 2:30 PM after a solid 50 miles. We had rain on our tail (or so we thought) so we made pretty good time today with […]

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Pictures

From the last three days. Looking backwards just as we got on the Elroy-Sparta trail. It’s impressive how much work was done on this trail — in this case it was digging a tunnel under a county highway for the trail. The original train tracks crossed at grade. Liz in front of a field of […]

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100 Degrees of Frustration? Elation?

Contemplation? Stagnation?  Boscobel today — and it’s a hot one. We did about 15-20 miles so far, with one pretty spectacular climb that tested our limits even with 1/4 of our normal touring weight. The goal was to get from the Knapp Creek homestead to Boscobel, avoiding State Highway 60 and US Highway 61 as […]

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Knapp Creek (Blue River, WI)

As Liz mentioned, the morning started out rainy. We adapt, however. A return to the pool, hot tub and sa-oo-na (sauna) absorbed some time and we headed out for our 40 mile trek to my mom (Lianne) and George’s “cabin” at their property between Muscoda and Boscobel. The trip started out damp at around 11am, […]

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Rain.

Stuck in Spring Green. I’m glad that WI is getting rain, but I kinda wish that our tour landed during the dry time of the summer. Looks like there is a chance of rain for the next 10 days…

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Anti-Polka Dot Jersey

Hills. Hills. Hills. Ever since I began my life as a “serious” biker (a road biker), hills have always put fear into my heart. On group rides, I often get dropped on hills and on solo rides, I jump immediately into my small ring. I would rather be surprised by a hill and not see […]

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Hot Monday

I’m typing this from beautiful site #223 at Governor Dodge State Park. We have our half of the campground to ourselves, except for one lonely raccoon in the middle of the night who looked longingly at our bags of food dangling, tantalizing him, suspended off the ground from a tree. We didn’t make it to […]

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