|Riding between Muscoda and Boscobel|
Although we love where we live (the oldest neighborhood association in the United States, the former home to the one and only Gaylord Nelson, and current home to Spencer Black), sometimes we get an itch to explore--to see beyond our 77 square miles of "reality". Since we are both enamored with the driftless zone, and since it's right out our back door (the driftless zone starts about three miles West of our house), we decided to make our way to Boscobel. We knew of this area from visiting friends in Muscoda on the Wisconsin river and exploring the Spring Green area by bike--what we didn't know was how much we'd fall in love with the landscape and cycling a bit further West. What better way to celebrate Earth Day than by biking and hiking?
|Life O'Riley Farm|
|The old granary, now a cottage.|
Once my husband pulled me away from petting the cat, we ventured off on our first ride South of Boscobel, through Fennimore, and past Castle Rock before heading East to Muscoda and back to Boscobel. We travelled up and over sandstone bluffs with only hawks and vultures (this made us a bit concerned) following us. We "slid" down one of the steepest hills I've ever been on--that of course was covered in sand. After our white knuckled decent, we climbed for miles to top off on rolling plateaus where we could see for what seemed like forever.
Those who know me have heard my praises for riding in the driftless zone. Yes, you must learn to LOVE hills, but note that they almost always provide you with a beautiful view and an adrenaline raising decent down the other side. I actually look forward to climbs for these reasons. The other gift of riding in Southwest Wisconsin is the plethora of routes. There are so many possibilities that I will never tire of riding these roads. Each valley holds a new surprise--each season the route changes entirely. I am not joking when I say that this is the best cycling I've come across in the entire country--and my husband and I spent years moving from state to state.
|The Wisconsin river with it's "coulees"|
The end of our ride marked the end of our stay on the farm. As we drove down into Boscobel, we were already making plans for our next visit...maybe an entire week next time. I feel so blessed that we were able to experience such an amazing place on such an amazing weekend!
|the kitchen in the granary|
|solar panels on the farm|
|our breakfast providers|