(Sep 28, 2009) For this day’s ride, I started at Anderson (again) and ended up at Arba, near the Indiana-Ohio border. There was a brisk wind from the west, so I went east. After maybe 7 miles of flatland riding, I came to a place where the road dropped down into a little valley.
At the time I didn’t have a mental map of the waterways in this part of Indiana. So it wasn’t until I got home and studied the maps that I realized this was the valley of an upper portion of Fall Creek. Fall Creek I knew about. In 1824 an event known as the “Fall Creek Massacre” had taken place near it. That event was providing the main destinations for this 3-day outing, where I would head just as soon as the winds shifted. But on this ride I was oblivious to the fact that I was already in the valley of that very same Fall creek.
A dozen more miles of riding west brought me to the edge of another fine-looking little valley. I stopped again for a photo, but just like at Fall Creek, I was oblivious to the connections on the landscape. It turns out this valley belongs to the Blue River. I had never even heard of the Blue River at the time of this ride, but I got to know it a little better the next day when I went to some of my Fall Creek Massacre destinations.
I like the way the two valleys stand out on Google map’s satellite view. The two photo locations are shown by blue pushpins.
YTD mileage: 2181.5
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