thread the needle

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.