This report will be short, scenic pictures with not a lot of narrative. Iíll keep what was happening inside my helmet to myself and share the scenery instead.
I crossed many rivers, some more than one time. Hereís the first one: the St Croix near Osceola. It was early & rather cool, the sun had just peeked over the bluffs on the Wisconsin side. I could already feel that this ride was going to be a good one.