Dog Chase

Today, as part of my week long plan to lose the fat that I have accumulated over the last week and a half, I went for a ride with one of my friends. We rode out into the country on roads that sometimes had names, but many had just numbers. It was a beautiful day, except for the occasional headwind. We had just gotten out of town about a mile or so when a dog, a Doberman, spotted us from his yard and started chasing us. This dog must have come from a line of champion Greyhounds, because he kept up with us for about half to three quarters of a mile, and we were doing about 23 MPH. Okay, fair enough dogs like to chase people on bikes, and in the country people don't leash their dogs. Don't even think about an electric fence. So we continue on our ride, laughing about the dog. We get about 10 miles or so out and another dog, who comes out of nowhere, starts chasing us. This one, luckily, was not as fast as the Dobie. He only kept up with us for maybe 15 or 20 seconds. Not too bad for a Retriever. We thought that was enough to talk about for a ride.

Little did we know that we would come upon the 1st wonder of the Midwest. Apparently, some architectural fanatic decided to build what, in his opinion must be breathtakingly wonderful, appeared to be a replica of Stonehenge. (Yet another THM) I wish that I were kidding. These stones were seriously twice my height and monstrous. Here we are in the middle of Clay County or Vigo County Indiana (we weren't really sure which county we were in at the time) and we happen upon the Stonehenge of the Midwest. Whoever had built this architect's wet dream had apparently had enough money and connections to locate the stones, transport them out to BFE, and then hire someone to come out and place them in formation. Only in Terre Haute.