Every year I like to do a solo ride, but in February 2011 I slipped on the ice and broke my leg and ankle courtesy of the cruel Wisconsin winter. In July of that year, two surgeries later, my orthopedic surgeon finally gave me the all-clear to ride again. My husband and I took our Harley-Davidsons on the ferry across Lake Michigan (quite the ordeal) and then headed for Staunton, Va., and the start of the Blue Ridge Parkway. We spent two days enjoying the full length of the parkway and then did the Tail of the Dragon—four times. We even had a black bear run out in front of us. It was a great workout for my ankle, and I decided I would definitely be doing a solo ride that year after all.
I stayed in the town of Warroad overnight, and at 6:30 the next morning I braved the fog and 36 degree weather and headed north into Manitoba, Canada. I traveled northwest through the Red Lake Indian Reservation, and at some point my narrow, paved road turned into a badly maintained gravel road. Little did I know I would have to endure this for another 25 miles. I crossed the unmanned border between Canada and the United States and was back in Minnesota again, but this time I was totally surrounded by Canadian territory. I stopped to use the phone at Jim’s Corner (a little shack at a little intersection) to report my arrival to US immigration, then continued on the gravel road to the small town of Angle Inlet. There I found a tiny post office and parked Harald next to it so I could get a photo of him with the sign proclaiming that this was the northern-mostpost office in the contiguous United States.
My next destination was the headwaters of the great Mississippi River in Itasca State Park. Just before I reached the park, I drove over the river and did a double take. Because I live in Wisconsin, Im used to seeing a very wide Mississippi River, but here it was no more than a dribble! Once in the park I joined hundreds of other people and walked down to the headwaters, gingerly walking the 10 or so steps across the first little bridge that spanned the river. Unfortunately Harald could not get that close, so he had to make do having his photo taken next to the sign marking the start of the Great River Road.
6 thoughts on Reader Story: An Unexpected Solo Motorcycle Journey
Awesome story. It never fails, the WRN newsletter can lift you up almost as much as a cycle ride. Thank you for sharing a great, courageous adventure with us!
Wow, great story, what an adventure! Thank you for sharing it.
Thank you! I really needed to read your story today. I sit here after a nasty spill of my own, right leg and arm both in casts, and wondering if it is time to give it all up. Then I read your story, went out into the garage, plugged in the battery tender, wiped the dust off my Road Queen, and vowed to be back on her by fall!
Really enjoyed your article. You made me feel happy when I read it. Although I have to admit, I am a bit envious. You go girl – you are an inspiration!
I absolutely loved your story! Sounds like a fantastic ride. Isn’t it great to meet new people, too? And all this after an injury! You go, girl!
You just nailed this story! I so enjoyed reading about your adventure alone into Canada. Kudos to you for getting right back on your Harald after the nasty break. I know from personal experience that it takes a lot of guts to do that, but you already that a swell.