I know, right? I dont know if they get much snow in the Palouse, but I think it would be fantastic under a light blanket of snow.

Finally getting back to rereading this. It makes me want to come back again some year and see it all in a different season. Green or golden, it’s quite amazing.

And thank YOU again for your humorous comments. Besides giving me the fun opportunities to answer them, they also gave me a few things to look forward to in future tours--such as wine tasting classes and a visit to your friend Tom's B&B in France, and a gigantic hill of sugar beets a little closer to home.
Cheers right back at you,
Greg

Very good observation, sir.

In my defense, the rip in the seam of my old shorts wasn't really visible when I was standing, and when I was riding I figured people in cars would be going too fast to notice. It was mainly when I was sitting down in public places--like libraries, park benches, or the rare visit to a restaurant--that I felt exposed. At those times I started feeling like I should cross my legs like a girl in a dress.

I'd like to think nobody really noticed anything because I mostly kept to myself and strategically shifted positions when approached by others. And even if somebody did notice, they would only have seen the padding--not my anatomy--thank goodness. I mean, I DO have some measure of modesty.

Hi Greg,
Well done. You made it, despite the lies, hypocrisy, and falsehoods, which in the end don’t amount to a hill of lentils. (Did you ever see a hill of lentils? Me neither. But I have seen a hill of sugar beets. It was the tallest thing between Crookston and Fargo, taller even than the local grain silos. Let’s see them do THAT with lentils.)
The journal was up to your usual standards, which meant that I had to restrain myself a little so I could stretch it out over a few days and not read it all in one go.
I’m afraid that I did read Leo’s latest journal as it came out, but it’s his fault really. He sent me the French version by e-mail, so I more or less knew the plot beforehand.
I’m being called for supper, so I gotta go. Thanks again for the stories.
Cheers,
Keith

Looks like the festival only lasts one day, and that day was several centuries before Pullman was even a thing.

Hi Greg,
I’m glad you’re wearing your new biking shorts. In fact, i dont think there is anyone who isn’t glad, especially your wife who has probably been saying to herself: “I hope he doesn’t take a picture of himself in his old shorts. Boy would I have a tough time explaining that.”
Cheers,
Keith

AMEN to that, brother!

Keith, I've really enjoyed your comments and . . . um . . . "constructive" criticism. Thank you.

Only a few more pages to go and then you'll have to move on to Leo's journal to help you through your recovery process. It's a good one, as always.

I kind of see what you mean, but I assure you that the hills of The Palouse are MUCH higher, though my pictures don't show that very well.

Alas, the Green Giant brand has lost almost all of its Minnesota ties. It is now owned by a company from NEW-stinking-JERSEY. The original canning plant in Le Sueur has not only been shut down, but also demolished into oblivion. Ho Ho Ho, indeed.

Yes, thank god for Follet’s.

“Geeze Mabel, maybe ya shouldn’t have given Milo that welder for his birthday”.

Hi Greg,
The Palouse looks like SW Minnesota without the soybeans. Same color, same lack of trees. Buffalo Ridge and it’s wind turbines comes to mind.
Cheers,
Keith

You should have felt right at home, Ho Ho Ho!