Sunday, May 29, 2011
Distance: 49.8 Miles
Indiana has a lot of small ponds. And it is not hilly, but plateaued. I wasn't prepared for either. Rounding bends and peeking over gentle folds, the ponds reveal themselves snuggled in depressions, well-maintained, and often with wood docks. The rise and fall of the land is on a ten or twenty mile scale. It is disconcerting. Back home, and up until now, a rise in the land would be followed by a fall. Today was hot. Extra stops for Gatorade cut with water. I got passed by two Amish families in horse-drawn wagons on a steep uphill after an exhilarating down hill ride.
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