Not long after that I reached Prescott, scoped out its downtown and grudgingly settled on Subway for lunch, even though I wasn’t hungry. Suitably fortified, I rolled south on Wisconsin state highway 35, recalling how I was retracing the route of my first century ride, just two years ago. I almost passed the Great River Road visitor center, without stopping, but I’m glad I did because I met my first fellow touring cyclists on this tour.
Steve and Penny were riding a coupled Rodriguez tandem, pulling Bob trailer and on the final day of their 36 day long Great Lakes Gambol.
I didn’t longer at the visitor center like I wanted to because two of my best friends, Jim & Lanny, had “coincidentally” chosen to take their Brompton folding bicycles to Red Wing via Amtrak, and there was a chance I could meet up with them if I showed up early enough.
The day was unseasonably warm, borne by the strong South winds, and the route quite hilly. “Sunburns and headwinds and hills, oh my” kept going through my head, incessantly. I made Red Wing about 3pm, and found a text indicating they were at a park less than a mile away. While I was puzzling how to get there, they showed up at the coffee shop I had stopped in front of. After hauling my heavily laden touring bike up countless hills into the unceasing headwinds I was exhausted; I can’t think of a better ending than enjoying a cup of coffee with these two friends, brothers I never had.
Having time to spare, they went one better, and rode all the way to Frontenac State Park with me.
Frontenac State Park featured 6 cart-in campsites for $12 a night, a welcome reprieve from the $20/night space in the RV park like main campground.