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Journey to the East: 28 June 2012

Flooded roads 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…

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Journey to the East: 27 June 2012

Threatening Alone, Being eaten by mosquitos.   -Santoka Of thunderstorms and mosquitos The morning was hot and humid and there wasn’t much between where I’d camped and Grand Rapids. So I pressed on through farmland and trees, the light wind generally against me. As per usual the wind began to pick up in the afternoon, but as it just began to get strong I arrived at Grand Rapids and had lunch at “Brewed Awakenings”. I’d…

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Journey to the East: 25 June 2012

Arriving at the Mississippi Headwaters Hostel I purify myself in the blue water rushing over the rocks   -Santoka Itasca State Park It was only an hour or so ride to the entrance to Itasca State Park and overall a pleasant mornings ride. The wind was still out of the east, but now the southeast and the route after a few miles turned northwards. Highway 71 also was much more cyclist friendly and of course…

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Journey to the East: 24 June 2012

Sunset at Hungryman Lake the sky at sunset a cup of sake would taste so good!   -Santoka Hungryman stalks the White Earth It was a hot humid ride with a headwind most of the day. Tiring. But after some initial farmland the route wended between the White Earth Reservation and the Tamarac Wildlife Refuge which was filled with lakes and wildlife. I pulled off once for a break and on the little side road…

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Journey to the East: 23 June 2012

At the City Park in Hitterdal Only the ants at the bottom of the burning sky, what the world has come to -Hōsai Ozaki Tass times in Hitterdal It had been a pretty miserable night at the Fargo campground, a guy in the next tent over worked his way through most of a case of beer and talked loudly to himself till after 5am. So I packed up and rode to Babb’s Coffeehouse which billed…

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