I have not done a competitive bicycle race (road or mountain) since we lived in Wisconsin, 25 years. Yes, I continued to ride some, but life, in which I would not change a thing, happened. I am glad for all.

So I entered a mountain bike race coming up in August, in Marquette. And of course, that comes with the need for necessary training. Of the three races, I of course chose the shortest one with which to start. Then another race comes up in Munising about a month later. This gives me a few months in which to train, so of course that means more time on the FatBoy, because it is my heaviest bike.

Throwing non-snow miles on the fat tire bike is good for the fitness, and the soul. Yes, I will spend much time on my mountain bike of course, but getting mileage under my belt on the FatBoy is indeed pleasing. Plus, I can experience the wildlife and wilderness up here at a more controlled pace. Definitely enjoyable.

A pond down the road on Wildcat Rd often has several varieties of “ducks.” On this particular ride the first pair of Bufflehead (Bucephala albeola) were serenely floating by with a pair of Canada Goose (Branta canadensis) behind. The return trip by had a pair of Common Mergansers (Mergus merganser). This serenity affords me the mental state to focus on not only fitness, but “re-remembering” what is important, whether that be the wildlife or life, both equally important.

Further down this route is the amazing Whitefish Point Cemetery, which was graciously donated by the House family, one of the traditional families still present up here. Graves of old mark deaths by various means, including diseases of old, and old age. Out of respect for all, you can find a link on your own.

Telling the story of the area in markers of both old and young, you find memories of past including early historical people of the area. This area is rough enough to live in now, imagine 100 years ago. And definitely build in a trip to the Cranberry Farm if it is open. The people are fantastic and still owned and operated by the House family (who also enjoy that we enjoy birding on the property, with permission).

So yes, I did a thing. A thing I love, which can be combined with the beauty of the area, the harshness of this place, and of course, family.