"You know," Darrick said, "We are only about 10 miles from the hotel." Hanna, however, had a different vision for our ride. He wanted to make it to Pikes Peak, Iowa, to watch the sunset. So off we went, chasing Hanna's tail south to a lookout in Iowa. He'd come to roads and get a gleam in his eye, and off we would go. One of the routes passed through 20 miles of gravel, winding through tidy southern Minnesota farms and ranches tucked into river valleys. At each stop, as the sun sank lower and lower, we'd ask Hanna how much farther to Pikes Peak. "Fifteen miles," he'd say.