Denmark (continued)
Early in 1991, my 28-year-old son called me and suggested he and I go to Denmark.
Aside from being born in small Danish community in Iowa, I had had little contact
with anything Danish after the age of 10. Then my son suggested we do some
genealogical research in Denmark.That piqued my interest but all I knew at that
time was that my paternal grandparents came from Denmark. I had no idea where in
Denmark they came from nor when they came to the USA. Then my son started telling me
about all the great bicycling facilities, trails, paths, etc. in Denmark. My son
and I had been doing long distance bicycle tours in Iowa since he was only
13 years old. We had carried everything we needed for a week of roughing it,
so to speak. I finally agreed to his bicycle tour of Denmark, but I nixed the
idea of sleeping in pup tents. (I was wrong about that, but that's another story.)
We would stay in hotels and eat in restaurants. We were accustomed to bicycling
about 60 miles (100 km) a day. So we mapped out a route and realized where we
wanted to go was about 600 miles (1,000 km), thus it would take 10 days of biking,
so we planned for a 2-week tour of Denmark. We would spent two days in Copenhagen,
biking for 10 days, and then the last two days in Copenhagen.