bikepacking
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II.
Highway 36 was pretty fucking awesome. It was full of potholes in some areas, perfectly paved in others. There didn’t seem to be anyone around. There was more wildlife than people. Big game birds, rabbits, even some kind of Large non-house cat all made a showing. The fields surrounding the highway were not as inviting…
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IV. The Midwest
The roads would start to make sense near Clear Lake, Iowa. I had really been driving all day and night, and finally found where I needed to be. Not that I had any worries about it. As the tall grasses turned to corn, I found myself at peace with the road. It was like the…

