To Walhalla, and back again

I rode 122 kms on the road today. This was the route (I did it as an out and back, though there is a way to make it at least a partial loop (see explanation below)):

The wind was ESE 24 km/h, which wasn't ideal, but not terrible either. I managed it in just over 4 hours. I love this route, although normally it would be about 10 kms shorter because there's a great road between the location "H" and the road from "C" to "D". This road intersects at the hamlet of Leroy, which is so fantastically American it makes me tear up: a bar (Chizzy's, serving Grainbelt beer - awesome!) and just a few lots down a Lutheran church with a steeple, and next to that the community hall. And there are about 10 yards in total. That's the America that's dying, and that's the America that's worth mourning. Other than this gem, there are two decent hills, and Walhalla of course - which is also a classic American small town. The whole farming area is more treed and green than in Canada, and the roads are dead straight. It's quite something what a difference that makes mentally. The ride is long enough, but it doesn't feel that way.