Next stop: Greensboro, Indiana. Okay, so there's really not a lot to see in Greensboro. The post office is a mobile home (I'm not making this up), and the local church has had a sign up for months that uses the word "Christion". This is small-small-town Indiana. But, there's a bit of history in this place, which once had five gristmills in the immediate area. Most notable is that Greensboro was once a stop on the Underground Railroad, as Maidei learned during her visit.




About three miles outside of Greensboro is Westwood Park -- a 750-acre park with a 180-acre lake. Created by the Big Blue River Conservancy District and opened to the public in 1974, the park is home to one of the state's best and most scenic mountain bike trails. The 10-mile, one-way path circles the lake, offering some great views of the water. Spotting white-tail deer and other woodland critters is common. Lucky riders might also have an owl swoop down the trail ahead of them or catch sight of any number of majestic fowl, from trumpeter swans in the spring to sand hill cranes migrating overhead in the fall.

Winter had set in by the time Maidei got a chance to take a spin on the trail.




It was good to have Maidei's company, and I wish her well on her future adventures. She left my home having made new friends here, including Xero, my husband's office cat. (Yes, the cat is named after bike wheels. We're such cycling geeks.)