Day 39 - Thursday, August, 5th
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Day 39 - Thursday, August, 5th |
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Sandusky, OH to Burton, OH - 92 miles
| Normally, at this time of year, I would be at Midsummer Music Camp in
Walla Walla, Washington. Hello to my friends and camp, and a special prayer
for Minerva and Jim. Instead, I found myself in Cleveland at the Rock and
Roll Hall of Fame. We left Sandusky this morning, riding in heavy winds
pouring off Lake Erie for the ride through Cleveland to Burton. At the 42
miles point, Scott Broberg’s family had arranged a snack stop at a
park directly on our route. Mary, his mother, had visited us earlier, and
has been a great supporter of the ride and follower of our websites. His
aunt has also ridden Transamerica, an earlier version of the Big Ride. It
was very nice to have all of these people greeting and feeding us. We then rode into the increasing urban landscape of downtown Cleveland and the spectacular Rock and Roll Hall of Fame on the central waterfront. I followed a number of other riders into the Hall while Scott rode on toward camp. Our visit was short, but well worth the trip. I hope to return someday soon for a longer visit. After the Hall, we still had almost 40 miles of our 92-mile day to ride. The winds from the lake were hard and heavy, and made riding difficult. We rode through the University area, then Little Italy, and finally through an expensive, elegant neighborhood before breaking out into verdant countryside. The terrain changed steep, rolling hills, from the flat lands of western Ohio, and the last 15 miles were quite challenging. I rolled into camp well after four with the challenges of the day behind me. As I cycled through the county fairgrounds looked for our encampment, I heard Scott on the radio, trying to find me. I was able to answer him by voice instead of radio as I rode up to his tent. He had had a good afternoon, and already had his tent set up, and his evening activities started. We now have a rest day here in Burton, a pretty agricultural town, in Ohio Amish country. Kevin, an old friend from Lung Association rides, drove out to Burton, and bought us dinner. We are going to sleep listening to the clack, of horses hooves and the ring of carriage wheels on hard pavement. After a day off, the clicking of bike shoe clips and the hum of high-pressure tires on asphalt will begin once more, as we start our last week on the road. The hills of Pennsylvania beckon, with D.C. just beyond the horizon. |
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Mary Broberg helps us model our Old Guys jerseys for the day. She visited us in Napoleon, and had a feast laid our for our morning rest stop near Cleveland today. |
Scott Broberg (son of Mary) and his niece, are our riders of the day today. Scott is recently retired from the Marine Corps (we call him Major Scott), and is a strong rider, and great company on the road. |
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| This is an ugly picture, and was just as ugly to look at outside a convenience store this morning. It reminds me of the good reasons we raise money for the Lung Association. We all have lungs that are working here. Remember, if you can't breathe, nothing else matters. | The greens inside this abandoned greenhouse appear to have taken over. I wonder how they get enough water to survive. Maybe there are enough broken windows, or perhaps they thrive on the high humidity |
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| I'm not sure my almost psychedelic outfit is what the owners of this van had in mind, but I think they match up pretty well. | We thought this was a lighthouse, but it turns out to be a water tower. This tower was at the park where we had our morning party, courtesy of the Brobergs. |
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| Can you see my face on this guitar? | Kevin visited us in camp, and took us out to dinner. We're trying to get him to move to Seattle, instead of just visiting. |
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Day 39- Thursday, August, 5th |
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The email I'll use this summer is brucesherman@mac.com. Send mail to this address to say hello and I'll be able to read it on the ride.