Bicycling is a lot like threadwork. Allow me to explain. You insert yourself at point A and maneuver the road to hopefully end up at point B. Or back to point A, depending on logistics.
Sometimes you find yourself off route, which I did this past weekend. The southern part of the Fox River Trail was my aim.
Got turned around a few times, but found a bridge decorated with flower boxes.
An 1850’s mill.
A wayward coffee shop.
And an old building reaching great heights.