My dad gave me a love for the out of doors and adventure. Several years ago, my older brother gave me this motorcycle. I leveraged these gifts on this blue sky Saturday and went for a 200 mile ride to where the St. Croix River meets the mighty Mississippi on the Minnesota – Wisconsin border and turns into Lake Pepin – a big lake lined by limestone bluffs over which Bald Eagles and Turkey Buzzards love to soar.
Donna was behind me all the way, riding on what we call “the back porch”. We soaked it up as we rolled through the winding hills. Green forests, sparkling lakes and burning sunshine spoke fresh peace to our hearts and minds. I’m thankful for a day of rest.