I’ve always had issues with boundaries.
Traversing state lines remains as one of my top-ten favorite activities. I’m well aware that man-made borders are completely artificial constructs, dreamt up by long-dead white dudes. But that doesn’t diminish by one bit the sheer sense of ACCOMPLISHMENT I feel after ticking another one of the 50 off of my to-do list.
I’m especially excited to transition my tour into its next chapter and check out what the Upper Peninsula of Michigan is all about because, frankly, I was starting to suffer from flat-Wisconsin-road fatigue.
I can’t think of anything less interesting than listening to a highly privileged bearded biker whine that his vacation is occasionally boring, so instead I’ll share some photos of the fascinating local wildlife, native to Northern, Wisconsin.
My training is in microbiology, not ornithology, but I believe this specimen is native to the upper Midwest, and thrives on a diet of cheese curds and Pabst Blue Ribbon.
In all seriousness, the birds up here have been incredible (and incredibly difficult to catch in a decent photograph). I saw some cranes, several lovely colorful songbirds, and a few raptors flying overhead!
Previously, I never understood why birds turned people’s cranks. But after turning MY pedal crank for 70 miles and spotting so many of these cool creatures, I want to know more. My cloud identification skills should translate into spotting a thrusted nutchucker (that’s a bird, right)?
In other news, I saw a fuzzy pony today.
The fact that I’m too tired to come up with a decent segue indicates that it’s time for this cyclist to hunker down in his tent with a couple of Clif bars and some digitized Shakespeare.
Keep crossin’ boundaries, comrades!