You know you've been pedaling a long time when:
11. you see a water tower up the road and immediately know it's 3.72635 miles away.
12. you use rest areas provided by local power companies!
13. you use Granny Gears often and aren't ashamed to admit it.
-Barry, Pedal Day 27
"Rest is the sweet sauce of labor."
-Plutarch, texted to me by Ericka Warren
"Art, like morality, consists of drawing the line somewhere."
-G. K. Chesterton, texted to me by Ericka Warren
About forty miles out of Long Prairie, Jonathan and I pedaled over the bridge crossing the Mississippi. We are now EAST of the big river. Where we crossed I wouldn't call it the Mighty Mississippi yet but it is still a very big river! For some reason I feel like being east of the Mississippi is a big thing for us. We have now pedaled right at 1,800 (1,799.71) miles across the United States of America. What a great land! It's great to have family here with us too. We are still in a state of surprise! You can watch a video of Margaret's reaction on Carey Stiles' Facebook. It's fun!
We are now in Milaca and in our motel. We pedaled 78.56 miles through the wind and sunshine today and arrived here around 4:30 this afternoon.
Minnesota is still neat farmland with manicured yards and very well kept houses and barns. The farms are smaller here than Montana and North Dakota and the farming equipment is also. We've not seen many lakes today but we did pedal over the Swan River, Little Two Rivers, Mississippi River, Platt River, and West Branch Rum River on our way. Makes me think of a joke about the town drunk sharing his testimony in a little church one Sunday morning. He said, "I quit drinking last week . . . poured all my liquor in the river." After his testimony the choir joyfully sang, "Shall We Gather At The River."
About 2:30 this afternoon Jonathan and I ate lunch at the Full Throttle Bar in Morrill. It seems like we're hitting the bars more and more as we travel. Don't tell my pastor but sometimes they are the only places we can find. Morrill doesn't have a population listed on the map but we know it exists and the Full Throttle Bar may be the only eating establishment in town. Jameson was the only person working and he must have been the barkeeper, waiter, cook, and maintenance. We ordered burgers, onion rings, fries, and ice water. We ate at the bar, enjoyed our food and talked with Jameson about our ride. We are satisfied customers but I hope we weren't the only business Jameson had today! Just so you'll know, horseshoe leagues are now being formed in Morrill! Get in line! It was a fun stop, we left full of good food, and headed back into the wind to Milaca.
I have never ridden in wind like today! After writing about it yesterday I thought, maybe today is a test. I still love and serve "The Master of the Wind" even if it was a test. He's still the Creator and Controller of the universe. He could have changed the wind if he so desired. He didn't. I asked him to but the answer was, "Not today." I'm probably not as thankful for the wind today as I was yesterday but I am thankful for another twenty-four hour gift from the Father. And I am also thankful for the Father.
"I know that you can do anything, and no one can stop you. You ask, 'Who is this that questions my wisdom with such ignorance?' It is I. And I was talking about things I did not understand, things too wonderful for me.
"You said, 'Listen and I will speak! I have some questions for you and you must answer them.'
"I had heard about you before, but now I have seen you with my own eyes. I take back everything I said, and I sit in dust and ashes to show my repentance" (Job 42:2-6).
So what is that saying to me? Two things:
1. God is God and I am not!
2. God has all the answers and I do not!
Reminds me of a church sign I saw last year: "Follow me God." Shouldn't that have been, "Follow me." -God. Seems like we expect God to just follow us around every day, changing the wind when it gets too strong. Shouldn't we instead simply follow God through the wind?