George the Cyclist

  I hardly expected to find a college town in the far reaches of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, but that’s what Houghton, a former mining town,...

The leaves are a-changin’, and they are falling fast.  My tent has been bombarded the past two nights, even interrupting my sleep as if I we...

 Sunday night’s Game of the Century had me looking for a motel for the first time in these travels.  It was three o’clock when I arrived in...

 For the third time in these travels Wikipedia had it wrong on a Carnegie.  It was wrong on the address of the Carnegie in Wisconsin Dells....

     One of the saddest days in a town’s history has to be the day when it’s Carnegie is replaced as the town’s library. An even more heart...

The further I get out into the hinterlands, towns become more  individualistic, asserting an identity of their own. The town of Waunakee, n...

   It’s hard to fully appreciate a campsite when one is setting up one’s tent in the dark, as has been my lot so far on the first four nigh...