Pictures: Sylvia and the Cleveland skyline
Sylvia, Bill and Kevin at the mosaic entrance to an underpass along the bike trail
Howard, Kamla, Kevin, Sylvia walking to dinner
Horitizontal elevating train bridge
Night time Cleveland
Expectations. This trip has taught me a lot about dispelling expectations.
For example you never hear anything good said about North or South Dakota. In Washington we met a girl, Brooke, who had biked from the east coast. She took a train across North Dakota because she had such low expectations of the state. Of course, North and South Dakota have turned out to be my favorite states so far. As we rode along the Lewis and Clark Trail, we were constantly taken aback with the lands beauty and the kindness of the locals. My expectations of Cleveland were equally as dismal. I expected traffic. I expected the Lake Erie to have its own funky smell which would permeate the region. I expected Cleveland to be a rotting, rusting, heap of a city. The last 20 miles getting to Downtown Cleveland was like biking through Nichols Hills. Huge well kept mansions on the lake front and little traffic. Seeing downtown was mesmerizing. Bridges going this way and that all made of different designs and different materials with differing functions. Every view offers something, well, different. Boats traveling along the river. Bridges rotating others lifting to get out of the way. People making their way to bars and restaurants. Trains rolling by. Seagulls. It’s a city with a lot to offer. It has quite a heartbeat.
The group rolled right up to the waters edge to meet up with Howard and Kamla. At RAGBRAI we met Howard and he said he’d put us up for the night and show us the town when we got to Cleveland. All I can say is well done. The sunlight just broke through the window of Howard’s brick warehouse loft. I’ll try to find my camera and post some pics.
For example you never hear anything good said about North or South Dakota. In Washington we met a girl, Brooke, who had biked from the east coast. She took a train across North Dakota because she had such low expectations of the state. Of course, North and South Dakota have turned out to be my favorite states so far. As we rode along the Lewis and Clark Trail, we were constantly taken aback with the lands beauty and the kindness of the locals. My expectations of Cleveland were equally as dismal. I expected traffic. I expected the Lake Erie to have its own funky smell which would permeate the region. I expected Cleveland to be a rotting, rusting, heap of a city. The last 20 miles getting to Downtown Cleveland was like biking through Nichols Hills. Huge well kept mansions on the lake front and little traffic. Seeing downtown was mesmerizing. Bridges going this way and that all made of different designs and different materials with differing functions. Every view offers something, well, different. Boats traveling along the river. Bridges rotating others lifting to get out of the way. People making their way to bars and restaurants. Trains rolling by. Seagulls. It’s a city with a lot to offer. It has quite a heartbeat.
The group rolled right up to the waters edge to meet up with Howard and Kamla. At RAGBRAI we met Howard and he said he’d put us up for the night and show us the town when we got to Cleveland. All I can say is well done. The sunlight just broke through the window of Howard’s brick warehouse loft. I’ll try to find my camera and post some pics.
Awesome!
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