Friday, July 25th: Plymouth, WI or … our last cycling day with lots of zigs and zags!

My woman got caught at 5 a.m. hanging flags on bicycles of the group. At 6 a.m. a rumble in the sky makes my woman decide to take the tent down while it is still dry. As she is too early for breakfast now, she just takes a nap on the ground next to her bags in the hallway of the school. Yes – today is probably not going to be a very sunny day! The Eli-man tells her the weather is crying because we are leaving tomorrow… Breakfast fills our stomach and make us ready to go riding. The weather doesn’t know yet what it wants and soon my woman is taking out clothing pieces. A short detour brings us to the Horicon Marsh where we cycle around to watch birds in the wetlands. 

It is amazing how much poop those animals leave behind on the road! 

The grey sky is now opening up and more rain is coming down. I have to go in the plastic bag, while my woman keeps cycling in her t-shirt. She says the rain isn’t cold! The Breackneck road is a steep surprise to my woman, making her get off Sweet Machine and walk up the last part of the uphill. The windmills we saw in the distance are now close by. 

Also she spots other cyclists in the distance: it’s Ann and David and then the Danish/Dutch couple. We cycle a short while together, but when the van rides along, the women decide to hop in the van while the men just dust my boss. Staff man Rob is kind to offer his jacket to my woman, but she says she has one herself, but she wouldn’t mind an energy bar! She finally decides to put her own jacket on. About three miles down the road the jacket is taken off again. A woman runs out of her house: ”Do you want some water?”, she aks… How nice humans can be to each other! We are now on Hilltop Rd and yes – it’s on top of the hill. The next road is Scenic Rd: it goes steeply up and down for 4 times – one climb looks like a wall we have to cycle up. Too bad the rain is getting worse: we pass some nice lakes (Mud and Kettle Moraine), but my woman is now getting too wet in her t-shirt. The jacket comes out again. She is now looking forward to some hot soup (peas). It’s not that far anymore to the picnic station, where a Gumbo soup is waiting. We do not stay there too long – my woman is starting to cool down too much. And guess what – the sun soon drives away the clouds, making the ride on the Kettle – Moraine scenic byway nice. My woman almost cycles under one of those high-rise farming equipment. 

Hillcrest means the top of the last climb of the day. It’s now all downhill to Plymouth. The town buildings have many paintings on them, making it colorful.

At the school my woman has lots of work: rearranging all the stuff to travel to Salt Lake City tomorrow. No tenting tonight… sleeping in the gym. Our last night with CA!