Eventually, we could no longer justify sitting under the pavillion, especially since the day before had been a low-mileage day. We ventured out into the weather, which felt a bit like riding through a big sponge.
The sky cleared around noon, and we pulled into Savanna, Illinois just before 3pm. We went to the post office and to a bike shop to run some errands.
86 North ran alongside the Mississippi River, and connected to a local road named "Blackjack," which carried us up to the top of a gorgeous hillside and winter alpine ski area. We passed by several farms and wildlife preserves. I stopped to say hi to the goats.
