Whatever happened to Mike Tyson?

OK, here’s a bit of an update.  It’s Sunday evening, August 3, and we have crossed over to Pennsylvania, the Keystone State.  Let me tell you, they have hills here that are not for the weak of limb, bicycle limb that is.  They are lovely, winding and rolling, rolling and winding, and rolling, all day, for miles and miles and miles.  We have been lucky, for the past 2 days have  been relatively easy, low mileage, temps in the mid-80’s, a bit of cloud cover and low winds, mostly at our backs.  These are the bicycling days I DREAM about, when I finish before 6PM, have time to charge my MANY electronic components  before dinner and even have time to think about blogging… that’s right, it takes some thought you know… which of course I should have LOADS of time for, as I am not exactly WORKING right now, but I digress.

Back to the point of the post, which you must be wondering about, right, or you would have stopped reading by now, right?  OK, yesterday we were in Ohio, we were traveling from Burton, OH to New Waterford, OH, we had just come off a rest day and we were in Amish country.   I had charged up all of  the camera batteries because I was SURE there would be endless teams of horse drawn buggies with  big red triangles on the back to photograph and I didn’t want to miss those moments. 

We left camp as a group, there was a cool breeze, a bit of morning dew and plenty of shoulder on the road.  So I am riding along, with blazing speed, because I had a LOT of coffee at breakfast and I have literally “dropped” all of my new bicycling friends because for some reason it was ALL ABOUT ME…

Anyway, before you know it I am looking down this road (by myself) and I see what I think is a cemetery (its surrounded by an iron fence) that is overgrown with weeds.  This I find somewhat disturbing as I think cemeteries are places that should be maintained, so I stop to take a look.  Sure enough, there are loads of weeds, a lake, some buildings and…hey.. what are those surveillance cameras doing there?

So, I pull out one of my cameras (yes, I was carrying 2), and start snapping photos of the weeds and overgrown bushes, AND surveillance equipment when I look up, expecting to see the name of something religious, like Holy Angels Cemetary or something, and I see, in big BOLD letters… M I K E  T Y S O N… Are you KIDDING ME?

If you are interested in more information about this pitiful property, here’s a link with more information. 

http://illicitohio.illicitohio.com/tyson

Who knew, paparrazzi and an abandoned celebrity property in Ohio, all in one trip?  I am ONE lucky girl!