I’m doing an organized group ride starting at Itasca and following the Mississippi River back to the twin cities.
When I got to Ft Snelling for the start with my father in law, I was pretty amazed -I was the youngest person there by a decade. I was starting to worry that these old Betty’s were going to school my ass hard! Turns out, they just about all knew each other from the Hiawatha Bike club.
The bus ride to Itasca was just as long and boring as you’d imagine. The only excitement was the rest stop. Nobody told the driver how many people were on the bus, and he forgot to count. So we had a little missing person drama, when in fact everybody was already back on the bus.
The night in the cabins was comfortable and uneventful.