We have had a fairly cold and snowy winter so far this year. This past weekend the temperature moderated a bit. Most of the snow melted and it actually got up to 50 degrees on Sunday. Karen was nursing a pretty bad cold and was content to watch football games. The rain, that had been falling most of the middle of the day, let up a bit in the middle of the afternoon. I decided to go out for a bike ride. At the last minute I grabbed my camera and headed out. My plan was to ride five or six miles at a moderate pace and then watch some football. After three or four miles I had to make a choice, to head south on a fairly level road for a couple of miles and then retrace my route or head east which meant lots of hills and probably would result in a 8-10 mile circuit. Oh well, who likes flat ground anyway. At about five miles and after a pretty good push up a couple of hills I stopped for a break and noticed that the sky was beginning to lighten. Was that sunshine?

Ahead was the single steepest hill on this circuit so off I went. At the top of the hill another choice head back north or continue further east which would result in a 10-12 mile circuit. Oh well, who likes short bike rides anyway.

I got to State Road 5 and noticed a red barn off in the distance across the fields.

I have always liked big old barns. As a kid one of my aunts lived on a farm that had a big old barn, in which we were allow to play and explore. There were hundreds of barns built in the late 1800’s and early 1900’s that served as storage for hay and space of equipment and livestock. Most farms today operate in much different ways and most of the old barns have either been converted to equipment sheds, or set more or less empty. Most seem to be in need of repair and some are just falling in on themselves. So I decided to take pictures of some of the barns that I passed on the rest of my bike ride.


A ways further on State Road 5, perhaps a mile or two, I decided to take a side trip down to Pisgah Marsh. That would only be another mile or so. The rain had pretty well filled the marsh’s waterway. There were a few ducks and geese flying in and out of the open water.



The shelter at the end of the board walk kind of reminded me of barn construction. When I first started out on my little bike ride I told Karen that I would be gone a little over a half hour. Since I am such a thoughtful husband I called Karen to let her know that I was at Pisgah and I would be a bit longer.

Heading back out I took this shot of the beaver dam that was holding back the water above in the photo. Water was pouring over the dam and dropping about 18 inches. Four or five years ago there was a county road that went through just above the dam. The county closed the road and the area is changing back to a sort of natural state.

After leaving Pisgah I passed this old farmstead. This poor old barn was really beginning to show its age.

Further on and heading north and eventually west I stopped at what is the outfall of the water passing though Pisgah. The shot above is looking south toward the area where I had just been and the shot below is looking north toward Backwater lake which eventually links to Webster Lake, Tippecanoe Lake and the Tippecanoe River.
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