Morris Blacktop was another beautiful farm road. We called Mommy to check in, as we took a quick respite from the rain under a tree, just as this guy pulls up with his tractor:

Now Dylan... Riley....this guy says he's lived here his whole life, the tractor is from when he was born (apparently 1949 or 50, he couldn't remember for sure). And he was sure happy to see us using his big tree in his front yard. He shut down the tractor so he wouldn't disturb the phone call to Mom, and was so pleasant to talk too. About 2 teeth I'd say...
Now getting closer to Morris, the boys are pretty tired of pedaling, and I'm seeing some fatigue come into the picture. Luckily, Grandma and Grandpa were at a camp site in Morris. They met us in town and hauled us to their site. Shower, great food, hit the laundromat...and of course, a movie, Herbie the Love Bug playing in the RV.
I called a bike shop in Joliet to see what the best route would be. Seems Chicago is fairly limited to bike paths. "Todd" grabbed the phone and said, I'll meet you on the trial, go to the I & M canal and ride East, I'll find you.
Well, don't know you Todd...It's a 30+ mile trail....we'll see...
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