We were taking the 90 into Minnesota, which turned north after the bridge so we had a view of the water for quite a bit of time. Beautiful, just beautiful.
It took us two hours to get out of Chicago. Two. Long. Hours.
It’s easy to see just how much the riders care for these children and how touched they are to be a part of this wonderful annual event.
“See this area here?” She says as she circles our hotel. “You don’t want to be there,” as she looks up at me from behind her glasses.