Decatur County Fair

On my bike trek through parts of the Danish countryside, there were lots of great structures. Here are some of them.


Out of service car wash at a closed gas station in Norager, Denmark.



These bus stops were in two different towns, possibly suggesting that in a country so (wonderfully) devoted to bicycle culture, taking a public bus is such a wild and futuristic prospect that one can only gear up for the experience by waiting in a spacepod.


I noticed this building because of its rigid symmetry, but pulled in off the road because it looked like such a hardfighting survivor against a perfect blue sky. Also it was old and creepy, and I like that. A door around the side had an Open sign in the window, so I followed the directions and took a few steps inside. There was no light except that coming through the window. For the most part it looked like an abandoned industrial building, mostly dusty floors with old machines and machine parts, and rolls (bales?) of old carpeting and insulation. My Hello? went unanswered, as did my brisk shuffle out.


And here are some pictures of my bike in several places, as proof that I actually rode it from one place to another. Well, it proves that the bike was in one place and then another, but hopefully you'll trust me.


It's small, but there. The dunes in Skagen (the northern tip of Denmark, my final destination) just before sunrise.


One of a few odd old concrete structures on the beach in Skagen, just after sunrise. These structures would have been difficult to climb atop, but also would not have made very good forts. There was no explanation of their origin.





This one is not my bike, but isn't this great? Even the Danish have hope for us.