There are not many things at my age that I can say are totally new experiences. Yesterday was the exception…
Today we took an auto trip to the old harbor town of Hindeloopen.
I criss crossed through the city looking intently for the bike point signs and then stopping and referring to the map.
Once again for as many times that day I was back on the right path and feeling good. The rain had slowed down a bit and the wind was now behind the large dike that contained the River.
One early morning in mid May I started out on an adventure to solo 80 km bike ride across the Dutch countryside to the location of our seasonal camping spot in Oud-Alblas. This bucket list item had been eluding me for years…
Then the rain came pouring down after weeks of drought.
Cargo going up and down the river either heading towards inland of The Netherlands, further up river into Germany or heading in the opposite way towards the ports of Rotterdam.