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turn about a mile back, but I was certain there had not been a turn for dozens of miles! I was able to find a clearing where I could turn around without having to bounce over foot deep ruts and went back the mile. There wasn’t even a path between the trees where a rat could crawl, never mind a legal roadway! Now my GPS was insisting ahead was the way I needed to get across the river. Again, it led me a few miles deeper and to another non existing road. The entire two hours I was riding in the ruts, my mapping app on my phone was screaming at me to turn around and go back the other way.
As I realized I could not get to East River Road continu- ing on the goat path I was riding, I understood I would need to back track the entire way and would then have to hit the freeway to make Chicago. Riding one of my favorite roads was out of the equation. I turned around and backtracked a couple of hours, feeling depressed and defeated. The rutted section of the road seemed tougher and much longer the second time around. At one point I slowed to take a photo, but couldn’t get my kickstand to swing out as it was hitting the edge of the ruts. By the time I needed to pee, I decided to just stop and let the bike fall over on it’s side so I could get off of
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