I’ve bikes two nations, eight states/provinces, mountains, valleys, plains, rivers, lakes, farms, and more. Two things have remained constant: corn fields and barking dogs.

Corn has been grown in every corner I’ve been to. Which I expected. The dogs, not so much. Dogs have chased me down the road, they barked from inside houses, I’ve heard them howling a mile away. I wasn’t sure why and I’m still not sure.

Either way, when I get home, I’m popping some popcorn and spending with Isis, my best friend.