Jim Lindstrom

@jimlindstrom.bsky.social

Chicago (prev NYC, orig Iowa). Cycling and photography enthusiast. Dad to 2 boys, 2 cats and a dog. History junkie. In an alternate life: a 19th century composer. Photos: http://jimlindstrom.com/portfolio/

Biking Chicago → Iowa → back. Day 3/5, Segment 2/2: Clinton to Elizabeth #cycling #chicago Morning: Yay, didn't get rained on. I win, weather! Noon: WOW HOT Afternoon: Farmer Steve kindly throws my bike in his pickup and drives me to a motel so I can take a cold shower and recover from insane heat.

Photo of the Thomson Illinois rail museum, taken when I still cared about seeing things, versus just getting through the day alive. It's a cute little red brick building next to the rail tracks coming into town. One of the MANY spots where I sought refuge from the sun, this is a Lutheran church near Hanover, where some beautiful person put a bench right under a huge shade tree, and put a faucet on the near wall of the church, where I could dowse myself in a gallon of freezing water. The church is a wooden building painted white, with 5 narrow arched windows on our side, and two towers adorned with crosses on the roof.By mid afternoon, instead of stopping every 10-20 miles, I was stopping every 2-3, then every 1. At some point I threw in the towel and rolled into a gas station nearly dead. This kind soul, a farmer named Steve, recommended a nearby motel and even drove me there. After a cold shower, some A/C, and a lot of water, I was feeling better, but ended my ride 30 miles short of my target.After a few hours recuperating, I ventured out for a truly great pulled pork sandwich. This was the view on the way back. We're looking across Highway 20, to the south. Rolling hills with a mixture of farms and trees stretch to the horizon, where a low band of billowy clouds is just visible in the distance.

Biking Chicago → Iowa → back. Day 3/5, Segment 1/2: Morrison to Clinton. #cycling #chicago Last night's camp was super close to the Mississippi, so I finished my first half of the journey on the Fulton side, then popped over to an adorable bike shop in Clinton IA for spare tubes.

A foggy morning scene. I'm on the left side of a road, looking past a pair of mailboxes, across a grassy lawn, toward some white and red barns in the distance that are blurred by the fog.Selfie taken in Fulton, IL, looking out across the Mississippi at Clinton IA. In the right side, you can see the bridge I'm about to take. If you could smell my clothes in this picture (after a few very hard days of riding), ... well, fortunately you can't.Photo taken entering Clinton, Iowa in the pedestrian lane of the Gateway Bridge, which carries US Rte 30. A big sign over the roadway says "Welcome to Iowa. Clinton. On the Mississippi".Chad Jensen's "The Bicycle Station & Jensen Oil Company". Former gas station and auto parts shop turned bike shop. My bike is leaned up under an awning, hiding from the sprinkles.

Biking Chicago → Iowa → back. Day 2/5, Segment 2/2: Ashton to Morrrison. #cycling #chicago Nothing like rolling into camp with a feels like of 110 🫠 Made it through the night, though, and got a good shower in. Met some friendly campers at the Morrison Rockwood State Park Campgrounds

Sterling Illinois. It's hot. I'm leaned up next to a tax prep office with enough awning to give me respite from the sun. My legs protrude into the scene, looking collapsed, and shoes splayed wide. In front of us is an asphalt parking lot and then a street with a gray SUV passing. More strip malls are positioned across the street.Another shot from Sterling, Illinois. I'll let all the architecture nerds chime in (hopefully!) with style and notable features of this building. It's mostly white brick or stone with a greenish copper terraced dome atop.Another shot from sterling. This shows a mural on the side of a brick building depicting some of the history of Sterling, in the form of the Sterling Hydraulic Company, and a man on a wagon being pulled by two white steeds.My camp night for the second night. This time I'm in a legit spot in Morrison Rockland State Park. My bike is covered up with a tarp because of threatened thunderstorms overnight.