Journal Entry - November 11, 2026
Open Mic Night
November 19 is “Open Mic Night” at our local library. Writers are given the opportunity to share some of their work. You are allowed 7 minutes to share something you have written. This is my offering…
The day started out normally. The first thing I did was roll up my tent and put it in the stuff sack. It was then I realized my eyeglasses were still inside the tent.
My primary goal for today was to visit the Field of Dreams in Dyersville. That was 30 miles down the road. After yesterday’s 40 excruciating miles, I wasn’t entirely sure if I would make it. Fortunately, the roads today were much more conducive to bicycle travel. I even had a short stretch of 6 foot wide shoulder.
When I reached Dyersville, it was about 2 PM. I discovered there were no campgrounds in Dyersville. Looking ahead, I could see there was a nice 6-mile-long crushed limestone trail from Dyersville to Farley. Even though there were no campgrounds in Farley either, I decided that after my visit to the Field of Dreams, I would take the trail and let fortune be my guide. I ended up doing another 25 miles before I found a campground. I didn’t arrive until after 8 PM, so it was a long day, but it was worth it…
After a quick pint in Dyersville I headed out to the Field of Dreams…
There was a large parking lot on the site with a parking attendant. He looked at me and asked if I was a day late. He could tell by the puzzled look on my face that I wasn’t tracking. So he said, “are you with the group that came through yesterday?” I said I was not. He explained that yesterday 15,000 cyclists camped in the parking lot. Yesterday was the “Annual Great Ride Across Iowa.” I told him I was traveling solo across the country. He looked at me in disbelief, then told me I could enter for free. He gave me a souvenir ceramic pin too. I stuffed the pin in my pocket and headed for the ball field.
The first thing I noticed was people on the field taking batting practice and shagging balls. I guess you can pay to do that. I found that a little bit disappointing. For me, this is an iconic place. The very place where such greats as Shoeless Joe Jackson, Buck Weaver and Lefty Williams once gathered for a game.
Even though I was disappointed to see people on the field, I didn’t let that stop me from coming here to see what I wanted to see. I walked down the third base line and stood there, about 200 feet from home plate, looking at the stalks of corn out in centerfield. I may have stood there for 5 or 10 minutes, I’m not really sure. I was about to leave when I thought I saw something. I looked more closely… Even though this is why I came here, I was still surprised. A ball player stepped out of the corn stalks and began walking across the field. He walked straight toward me. As he got closer, I could see it was Shoeless Joe Jackson.
He walked right up to me, shook my hand, and said: “I know you’ve come a long way, thank you.” I was speechless. The silence between us was suddenly broken when someone yelled “watch out!” The batter at the plate had hit a sharp line drive over the third baseman’s head. It was coming right at us. I reached around behind Joe with my left hand and caught the ball on the first hop. I flipped the ball to my right hand and threw it back into the pitcher. Joe just looked at me, patted me on the shoulder and said., “nice catch.” I was dumbfounded. After an awkward pause, Joe looked at me and said: “I gotta go, there’s too many people around here for my taste. You come back sometime and I’ll bring some friends, we’ll have a nice game of catch.”


