Happy Thanksgiving! After 3 days with my good friend Mark Cannon in Bloomington my stomach is twice as big, and I am healed from a headcold that hit me in Illinois. Mark and I went moutain biking on sweet, buttery singletrack, hiking and squeezing through a tight cave, and feasting for Thanksgiving at Mark's girlfriend's house and at John Yate's house. Yes indeed, fabulous times and wonderful people.
Now I am in Iowa City at a "Quality Inn" (misnomer). The plants and I are making good time on the open road. John's motorcycle trailer is perfect, though I'm only getting about 15 MPG on the rolling continental hills.
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Sweet, buttery, and Mark's girlfriend, sounds like a fun thanksgiving!
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