Ice is civilization.
-Paul Thoreaux, The Mosquito Coast
Walking on water wasn’t built in a day
I fled from the mosquito infested campground without even cooking breakfast and headed to the tiny town of Jacobson where I got my coffee. The locals there told me the flooding had my the genially bad mosquito situation worse. Signs of the flooding she everywhere with rivers running to the edge of the roads, portions of resorts under water, access roads closed and so on. I rode through these flooded wood lined lakes and rivers in the morning and then after a more real breakfast at the Roasting House I turned westward. The road was marked as closed but rode past the barrier and soon found out why. A good stretch, maybe 1/3 of a mile was fully underwater and the current indicating more ws still coming in. I rode through the flooded section, the water reached up beyond the bottom of my front panniers. The rode turned due west which in some sort of cosmic injustice the wind had finally returned to coming out of. So another 15 miles or so of he’s wind before turning. This last stretch before Aitkin was in more open land near the Mississippi and signs of flooding where again everywhere. Pretty highly trafficked road and with little shoulder and sidewinds not much fun. In Aitkin, where I’d planned to stay for the night, the campground was flooded and closed, so I just pressed on.
Sunset over Mille Lacs Lake
Pretty hot ride in the late afternoon, but away from the lakes and rivers at first. Also some altitude was gained, but about all I think at least until after the Twin Cities. Thankfully the route returned to the woods and larger lakes appeared. As did resorts and campgrounds and I finally settled at Castaway’s Campground just outside of Malmo, MN on Mille Lacs Lake. The most expensive campground to date and not much to justify said expense. Methinks they are jouking the fishermen. Still talked to some good people here as has been the case generally in Minnesota. Ended up riding over 80 miles today; the longest ride to date.
of the flooded roadway
are cool against my feet