A day over Lake Superior.
It was a typical day in that we did not start as early as we had planned. Loretta, the pessimist, thinks the day will produce rain; Marv thinks the day will be great. Both are anxious, looking for a reason not to begin after five days of cycling.
The first 10k are uneventful except our legs are watery from the day before. Then the hills came one by one as we crossed the low mountains that provide the north boundary of Lake Superior — those that the glaciers forgot to grind down. Hill and hill appeared and the highway went over each of them. Loretta kept up her reputation of not having walked a hill since Kamloops. Marv walked a couple. As we struggled to the top of the final hill two motels (in Marathon) came in sight. Never had a motel and the thought of a hot bath seemed so great. We had cycled 78 k that day and at least half had been uphill.
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