Dateline: high school. I was 17, Darren 15. Together we set off on our bicycles from north of the twin cities to the Canadian border town of Ely, MN. Camping along the way. That stretch took 5 days. Then west 250 miles in a brutal headwind for 2 days to Walker MN. Then south 50 miles to Crosslake, MN where we caught a ride home w/my pops from his cabin on the lake. We wore cutoff jeans or nylon running shorts, regular tennis shoes, and heavy Bell helmets. No cell phones, obviously. Not much cash. Gawdawful cycling clothes. I recall he hit the deck day 1 in Elk River on a highway shoulder when he drifted into me. He banged his head but helmet worked. 2nd day it poured, we setup a tent somewhere after a muddy road in the rain. Ate dinty moore beef stew out of the can. Jelly? In the upper right are 2 blokes from San Francisco we met randomly on the road near Lake Superior. They took a train to Minneapolis & biked back. The round guy said he needed to lose weight. At the campground he