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Last Sunday JG and I went on a little exploration.  A 40 mile exploration. On our bikes.

It was awesome – riding the backcountry roads next to wave after undulating wave of corn, alfalfa and soy bean crops.  We passed hundreds of cows, horses, chickens and goats (a welcome site, but not smell, for our delicate city noses).  The sky stretched on for miles and the clouds made crazy formations as we struggled up, and galloped down, every hill. Coming from a state where the only elevation change resulted from bridges, any and all hill climbs presented a challenge and a chance for athletic growth.

The absence of fear of ending up as creamed corn from passing cars redirected our energies into savoring the highs, and lows, of the open road.  Unexpected gravel roads were our enemy, as well as the abundance of road kill that roasted in the mid-day sun.

The wide open spaces were exhilarating.  It was a Sunday morning and the roads were ours.