Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
More stories of adventure...
After having enjoyed Tallahassee, we left for High Springs, FL. For lunch we stopped to eat our gruel at Itchetucknee State Park. The area was humid and swampy, but inside the park were crystal-clear springs that maintain a constant temperature of 72 degrees. Wonderfully bizarre.
In High Springs, we stayed with Lys Burden. Of her many accolades (including a feature article in National Geographic), she and her husband were founders of the organization Adventure Cycling in Missoula, MT. (Adventure Cycling created our cycling route!) She could fit in well with the Teton Science crew. Her ways are natural, organic, local and very inspirational. She is devoted to making communities thrive by cultivating local gardens. I am open to sampling just about any food, but I was wary about her raw milk (perhaps it was the warning on the packaging). She assured me that I wouldn’t die and I enjoyed the cup of milk I poured over my granola. Marina would have been proud.
From High Springs, we traveled to Gainesville and stayed with Alex, a PhD student at the University of Florida. This couchsurfing dude took us to the Butterfly Rainforest, an art museum, out for dinner at a local Mexican restaurant, to the movie “The Kite Runner,” and we ended our eventful night at the local rock climbing gym. It was fun, but I’m really bad at rock climbing.
In the morning, we made our way to Palatka, FL. We arrived in the city in time for the local Azalea Festival, but were surprised to discover that there were not ANY azaleas at their Azalea Festival. When we were in High Springs, Lys Burden suggested we stay with her close friend, Linda Crider. I had called Linda Crider to confirm this, but she was out canoeing and didn’t get my message. So…my Dad and I just showed up at her house. We were delighted that she was home when we arrived. Her home sits on the banks of the St. Johns River and it looks like it could belong on Summit Avenue. Linda organizes Bike Florida (a bicycle tour of the state) and she and her friend Mike entertained us with a salmon dinner and good conversation. In addition to our breakfast, we drank fresh squeezed orange juice from Florida oranges.
We left Palatka for our ride into St. Augustine. To be honest, it was sort of anticlimactic. We faced a strong, strong headwind and sat on the beach with strangers. I didn’t expect any pomp and circumstance, but the completion of our journey was so quiet. After leaving the beach, we hoped to celebrate our feat with a beer. However, when we checked the local pub we learned that a pint of beer was seven dollars. That’s ridiculous; do you know how much ice cream you can buy for seven dollars?
We spent the next day in St. Augustine where we encountered the historic sites of our nation’s oldest city and we conversed with a few waitresses who had recently been sick. Dinner-waitress Emily, breakfast-coffee-girl and pancake-lunch-lady all volunteered information about their illnesses and diseases. Unsettling.
Since we had the time, we decided to bike down the coast toward Orlando. With Linda’s handy route, we headed toward Daytona Beach’s Bike Week. Along with thousands of other bikers, we biked down Daytona’s main drag amid the deafening sound of motorcycle engines. We joked that we had ridden 3,300 miles to get to Bike Week only to discover that we rode the “wrong” type of bikes. We stayed in Daytona with a guy named Chris who gave us for a tour of the local NASCAR sites that he loves very dearly.
Much to our surprise and delight, my Uncle Curt and Aunt Faye were vacationing at their timeshare in Orlando. Curt met us at a bike shop in Titusville and enabled us to join their family fun. We also got to spend time with Jen, Roman, Brennan, Luke and Ross (my cousin & family). Their youngest, Ross became thoroughly enamored with my flashing bike lights and headlamps and was ready to hop in my suitcase (bike trailer bag) when we left for the airport. At one point, Faye told us that Ross could be a very stubborn child. I turned to Ross and asked him, “Are you a strong-willed child?” He responded, “NO!!!!!” Haha.
Between a bicycle crash and a stroke, my Mom and Faye have endured serious physical hardship for the past couple years. Both my Dad and my Uncle Curt provide me with a model for what it will mean to promise “in sickness and in health.” For the loves of their lives, they have patiently toted wheelchairs and canes, made hospital visits, opened doors, pulled up the car, etc. That’s real love.
We have received such a warm reception at home! Kathy Beenen poetically wrote, “From sea to shining sea” – We were inspired by the adventure you shared. Thank you for letting us “travel with you” through your blog. We are inspired by dad and daughter- the physical, emotional, mental feat of a cross-country ride; and by Sandy, who has traveled her own multi-marathon in the past 2 1/2 years and her support for your adventure. We are inspired by your lives and celebrate your accomplishments.
With three cheers,
A sigh of relief,
And all our love,
Kathy & Kelly
Congratulations (and love to Jill, whose accomplishments will be celebrated in another card, another day)
What a nice card! When we were in Gainesville, Alex made some comment about how my Dad and I are “hardcore” cyclists. Logically I know this journey is rather “hardcore,” but I just think of myself as a girl who really loves to ride her bike.
In High Springs, we stayed with Lys Burden. Of her many accolades (including a feature article in National Geographic), she and her husband were founders of the organization Adventure Cycling in Missoula, MT. (Adventure Cycling created our cycling route!) She could fit in well with the Teton Science crew. Her ways are natural, organic, local and very inspirational. She is devoted to making communities thrive by cultivating local gardens. I am open to sampling just about any food, but I was wary about her raw milk (perhaps it was the warning on the packaging). She assured me that I wouldn’t die and I enjoyed the cup of milk I poured over my granola. Marina would have been proud.
From High Springs, we traveled to Gainesville and stayed with Alex, a PhD student at the University of Florida. This couchsurfing dude took us to the Butterfly Rainforest, an art museum, out for dinner at a local Mexican restaurant, to the movie “The Kite Runner,” and we ended our eventful night at the local rock climbing gym. It was fun, but I’m really bad at rock climbing.
In the morning, we made our way to Palatka, FL. We arrived in the city in time for the local Azalea Festival, but were surprised to discover that there were not ANY azaleas at their Azalea Festival. When we were in High Springs, Lys Burden suggested we stay with her close friend, Linda Crider. I had called Linda Crider to confirm this, but she was out canoeing and didn’t get my message. So…my Dad and I just showed up at her house. We were delighted that she was home when we arrived. Her home sits on the banks of the St. Johns River and it looks like it could belong on Summit Avenue. Linda organizes Bike Florida (a bicycle tour of the state) and she and her friend Mike entertained us with a salmon dinner and good conversation. In addition to our breakfast, we drank fresh squeezed orange juice from Florida oranges.
We left Palatka for our ride into St. Augustine. To be honest, it was sort of anticlimactic. We faced a strong, strong headwind and sat on the beach with strangers. I didn’t expect any pomp and circumstance, but the completion of our journey was so quiet. After leaving the beach, we hoped to celebrate our feat with a beer. However, when we checked the local pub we learned that a pint of beer was seven dollars. That’s ridiculous; do you know how much ice cream you can buy for seven dollars?
We spent the next day in St. Augustine where we encountered the historic sites of our nation’s oldest city and we conversed with a few waitresses who had recently been sick. Dinner-waitress Emily, breakfast-coffee-girl and pancake-lunch-lady all volunteered information about their illnesses and diseases. Unsettling.
Since we had the time, we decided to bike down the coast toward Orlando. With Linda’s handy route, we headed toward Daytona Beach’s Bike Week. Along with thousands of other bikers, we biked down Daytona’s main drag amid the deafening sound of motorcycle engines. We joked that we had ridden 3,300 miles to get to Bike Week only to discover that we rode the “wrong” type of bikes. We stayed in Daytona with a guy named Chris who gave us for a tour of the local NASCAR sites that he loves very dearly.
Much to our surprise and delight, my Uncle Curt and Aunt Faye were vacationing at their timeshare in Orlando. Curt met us at a bike shop in Titusville and enabled us to join their family fun. We also got to spend time with Jen, Roman, Brennan, Luke and Ross (my cousin & family). Their youngest, Ross became thoroughly enamored with my flashing bike lights and headlamps and was ready to hop in my suitcase (bike trailer bag) when we left for the airport. At one point, Faye told us that Ross could be a very stubborn child. I turned to Ross and asked him, “Are you a strong-willed child?” He responded, “NO!!!!!” Haha.
Between a bicycle crash and a stroke, my Mom and Faye have endured serious physical hardship for the past couple years. Both my Dad and my Uncle Curt provide me with a model for what it will mean to promise “in sickness and in health.” For the loves of their lives, they have patiently toted wheelchairs and canes, made hospital visits, opened doors, pulled up the car, etc. That’s real love.
We have received such a warm reception at home! Kathy Beenen poetically wrote, “From sea to shining sea” – We were inspired by the adventure you shared. Thank you for letting us “travel with you” through your blog. We are inspired by dad and daughter- the physical, emotional, mental feat of a cross-country ride; and by Sandy, who has traveled her own multi-marathon in the past 2 1/2 years and her support for your adventure. We are inspired by your lives and celebrate your accomplishments.
With three cheers,
A sigh of relief,
And all our love,
Kathy & Kelly
Congratulations (and love to Jill, whose accomplishments will be celebrated in another card, another day)
What a nice card! When we were in Gainesville, Alex made some comment about how my Dad and I are “hardcore” cyclists. Logically I know this journey is rather “hardcore,” but I just think of myself as a girl who really loves to ride her bike.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Final words from the Dad
Yesterday I was pressed back into my seat as our plane raced down the runway heading toward home. As this was happening the enormity of this adventure began to sink in for the first time. The trip for Ann and I was done one day at a time, one mile at a time, with a simple resolve to complete the daily journeys. The sight of the Atlantic ocean and completing the last of 107 maps to get there seemed almost anti-climatic. The story of this trip has been about the people we have met and the time I have had the honor and privilege to spend with Ann. The other story is of the people who supported us directly and indirectly to make this adventure possible. I cannot even begin to name everyone that had a part in making this possible. Today I am sitting in my kitchen preparing to re-enter real life again. I will be re-entering as a slightly different person than the one who was sitting here on Jan 8th 2008. So, here's my old guy advice to you all (that's what old guys do). Pick your own adventure, whatever that adventure may be, and do it. You will not regret it....
Home in MN
Here are a few frequently asked questions:
1. How was the weather?
When I got off the plane and felt the MN temperature, it reminded me of the time we spent in southern Arizona and New Mexico. Cold. All in all, the weather was cooperative and the cool days made for comfortable bike rides. We did have a few rainy days, but we were able to bike through them and sufficiently coat ourselves with a thick layer of road grime.
2. Even though your bike trip is done, are you going to continue to blog?
Yes. I’ll never stop adventuring.
3. Did you lose weight?
No. We ate tons and tons of delicious, spicy and flavorful food.
4. Did you ever get sick?
Thankfully, we did not.
5. What inspired you to want to bike this far?
I don’t know. I could make up a really great story about what got this “bug in my bonnet.” Truth be told, I just thought it sounded like fun. And it was…
6. Will you do more bike tours in the future?
Yes! Dale and I are making plans for some mini tours this summer.
7. How many hours a day did you bike?
Approximately six hours a day.
8. How many miles did you average per day?
Approximately 75 miles per day.
9. What was your average speed?
We toured at about 15mph.
10. Did your body get sore?
Yes. The initial mountains in California left my legs feeling shredded. As can be expected, we got stronger and stronger as the trip progressed. Overall, we felt great. We also took a day off every week to let our legs rest.
11. Did you ever have flat tires?
Yes! We had three tires die and we lost count of the number of tubes that went flat. Probably around 30? Even my sleeping pad went flat! While all this left me feeling very deflated, I was thankful we had the tools to repair all our mechanical failures. My Dad and I have attained NASCAR efficiency.
12. What weapon did you carry?
None. I did carry a leatherman which came in very handy for pulling tire tread wires out of bike tires, spreading peanut butter and opening a coconut. We never felt in danger.
13. Were you nervous about connecting with people via the Internet?
Yes, the whole concept is very strange. However, the individuals that we contacted were willing hosts and were VERY hospitable. Meeting these individuals was the best part of our trip.
14. Did you ever want to quit?
Never.
15. When will you be back in Jackson?
Probably Wednesday (March 19th). I have lots of details to figure out…I also plan to spend the following weekend (Easter) with Dale’s family in Twin Falls, Idaho.
17. You liked Texas?
Liked is an understatement. “King of the Hill” is not my new favorite show, but we met such great people that it would be hard not to like the state.
18. Did you and your Dad really get along?
Yes. We didn’t have any conflicts of any kind. I just asked him why we got along so well and he responded, “because I agreed with everything you said.” Perhaps that is true. I do have to say that he is VERY easy to get along with and he was never critical of me.
19. What was your least favorite part of the trip?
Missing loved ones, especially Dale!
20. What was the best part of your trip?
Meeting people and seeing how they live their lives.
21. Did any of the dogs bite you?
No.
22. Why are you wearing the same clothes in all your pictures?
If you pull your clothes in a bike trailer for 3,300 miles, I guarantee you would not bring a closet of clothes. Many of our hosts let us do our laundry so I assure you that our clothes were clean at least some of the time.
23. What are you doing now that you are home?
First, I gave my Mom a big hug. Shortly thereafter, I showered and put on different clothes. It was very exciting. We went to church and returned to my Mom’s homemade dinner of butternut squash soup, salad, ribs and rum cake. MMMMMmmmm…. After dinner, I put on the bridesmaid's dress I'm going to wear for Katie's wedding, bedazzled myself with my Mom's matching costume jewelry and pranced around the house feeling very girly. It was great. I could go on and on about the ironed bed sheets I slept in, the Swedish pancakes I ate for breakfast, etc., but I won’t bore you. When Sandy Klosterman is your mom, life is grand.
1. How was the weather?
When I got off the plane and felt the MN temperature, it reminded me of the time we spent in southern Arizona and New Mexico. Cold. All in all, the weather was cooperative and the cool days made for comfortable bike rides. We did have a few rainy days, but we were able to bike through them and sufficiently coat ourselves with a thick layer of road grime.
2. Even though your bike trip is done, are you going to continue to blog?
Yes. I’ll never stop adventuring.
3. Did you lose weight?
No. We ate tons and tons of delicious, spicy and flavorful food.
4. Did you ever get sick?
Thankfully, we did not.
5. What inspired you to want to bike this far?
I don’t know. I could make up a really great story about what got this “bug in my bonnet.” Truth be told, I just thought it sounded like fun. And it was…
6. Will you do more bike tours in the future?
Yes! Dale and I are making plans for some mini tours this summer.
7. How many hours a day did you bike?
Approximately six hours a day.
8. How many miles did you average per day?
Approximately 75 miles per day.
9. What was your average speed?
We toured at about 15mph.
10. Did your body get sore?
Yes. The initial mountains in California left my legs feeling shredded. As can be expected, we got stronger and stronger as the trip progressed. Overall, we felt great. We also took a day off every week to let our legs rest.
11. Did you ever have flat tires?
Yes! We had three tires die and we lost count of the number of tubes that went flat. Probably around 30? Even my sleeping pad went flat! While all this left me feeling very deflated, I was thankful we had the tools to repair all our mechanical failures. My Dad and I have attained NASCAR efficiency.
12. What weapon did you carry?
None. I did carry a leatherman which came in very handy for pulling tire tread wires out of bike tires, spreading peanut butter and opening a coconut. We never felt in danger.
13. Were you nervous about connecting with people via the Internet?
Yes, the whole concept is very strange. However, the individuals that we contacted were willing hosts and were VERY hospitable. Meeting these individuals was the best part of our trip.
14. Did you ever want to quit?
Never.
15. When will you be back in Jackson?
Probably Wednesday (March 19th). I have lots of details to figure out…I also plan to spend the following weekend (Easter) with Dale’s family in Twin Falls, Idaho.
17. You liked Texas?
Liked is an understatement. “King of the Hill” is not my new favorite show, but we met such great people that it would be hard not to like the state.
18. Did you and your Dad really get along?
Yes. We didn’t have any conflicts of any kind. I just asked him why we got along so well and he responded, “because I agreed with everything you said.” Perhaps that is true. I do have to say that he is VERY easy to get along with and he was never critical of me.
19. What was your least favorite part of the trip?
Missing loved ones, especially Dale!
20. What was the best part of your trip?
Meeting people and seeing how they live their lives.
21. Did any of the dogs bite you?
No.
22. Why are you wearing the same clothes in all your pictures?
If you pull your clothes in a bike trailer for 3,300 miles, I guarantee you would not bring a closet of clothes. Many of our hosts let us do our laundry so I assure you that our clothes were clean at least some of the time.
23. What are you doing now that you are home?
First, I gave my Mom a big hug. Shortly thereafter, I showered and put on different clothes. It was very exciting. We went to church and returned to my Mom’s homemade dinner of butternut squash soup, salad, ribs and rum cake. MMMMMmmmm…. After dinner, I put on the bridesmaid's dress I'm going to wear for Katie's wedding, bedazzled myself with my Mom's matching costume jewelry and pranced around the house feeling very girly. It was great. I could go on and on about the ironed bed sheets I slept in, the Swedish pancakes I ate for breakfast, etc., but I won’t bore you. When Sandy Klosterman is your mom, life is grand.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
St. Augustine
It seems very surreal to say that my Dad and I have biked across the US. We arrived at the Atlantic Ocean yesterday afternoon. We dipped our front tires in the salty water, we clinked our water bottles and we celebrated this feat by eating granola bars on the beach. An appropriate end to the official journey if I do say so myself...
We are flying back to MSP on Saturday so we've decided to do some more biking since we have the time. Tomorrow we are headed down to Daytona and hopefully we will meet up with Curt & Faye (my Uncle & Aunt) once we get closer to Orlando.
In the meantime, we are exploring St. Augustine and planning our next adventures. Don't worry, our upcoming events will keep us closer to our loved ones.
Peace & love.
We are flying back to MSP on Saturday so we've decided to do some more biking since we have the time. Tomorrow we are headed down to Daytona and hopefully we will meet up with Curt & Faye (my Uncle & Aunt) once we get closer to Orlando.
In the meantime, we are exploring St. Augustine and planning our next adventures. Don't worry, our upcoming events will keep us closer to our loved ones.
Peace & love.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
The Sunshine State
(I wrote this last night, but couldn't post it until now.)
Dearest friends and family,
I am happy to report that my Dad and I are alive and doing very well. When we biked into Tallahassee yesterday, it was a balmy 77 degrees. Tonight, however, the overnight low is 24 degrees. Yikes. Fortunately, we are staying with the Sossong/Blessing family. Kevin is an architect and his attention to detail is apparent throughout their beautiful modern home. In addition to the shower and shelter this family has provided, my belly is filled with Susan's ginger pancakes and mango sorbet. As I type this, I am listening to opera music while I sip the ginger tea their nine-year-old son prepared for me. He even served it on a tray. Despite the fact my cell phone endured the wrath of a washing machine yesterday, I am very happy right now.
Recent happenings:
The other day we left the Panella family and headed from Poplarville to Vancleave, Miss-ippi. After arriving at the ridiculously over-priced campsite ($30/tent site!) my Dad and I had two options:
1. Eat ramen, just the two of us
2. Call the Holy Spirit Catholic Church we passed on our way into town to see if anyone could provide us with transportation to their Friday night fish fry.
We chose the latter. We were just a couple miles away from the church, but it was too far to walk in the dark. Bonnie, the lovely and kind secretary at the church, agreed to take us to the fish fry. When she pulled up in her minivan she inquired, "Did someone call a taxi?" We thoroughly enjoyed the company of those we met. Great conversations.
Took a ferry in Alabama.
Celebrated my parents' 28th wedding anniversary. Impressive, isn't it? At exactly one o'clock, my Dad called my Mom to repeat, "I do." Isn't that sweet? Meanwhile, I was chatting with an old man who asked, "Are y'all on your honeymoon?" No, that's my Dad.
Biked past many new homes and hotels along the Gulf of Mexico. In my head I recalled the song we would sing in Sunday School, "The wise man built his house upon the rock." While the intended interpretation might be metaphorical, I believe that God was giving some literal advice about where one should built his/her home.
Spent a night in Milton, FL. On this evening, we camped outside the trailer of one of our warmshowers.org contacts. Fun facts about our host Julianne:
1. We talked about egg sales. She suggested I move to New York so I can sell my eggs. At first, I thought, hmmm... I don't have any chickens and I don't know anything about egg laying. Then, I realized the conversation wasn't about poultry.
2. Her dream job is a job where she can wear a tiara. She wants to either own a thrift shop or a no-kill shelter for rottweilers
3. She says that drug dealers are the major employers in town.
4. In exchange for letting us camp in her yard, we told her we would take her out to dinner. She chose Milton's "China Buffet" and she explained that if she won the lottery, she would eat at the China Buffet everyday. No, she said, she would have China Buffet delivered to her trailer everyday.
Due to the flat ground and decent riding conditions, we did a couple more centuries! Whahoo! Meanwhile, we were chased by a billion dogs in Louisiana and Mississippi. When we encounter these dogs we bike faster, I often grab my water bottle and squirt it at the dog or we yell, "Go home!" One one morning, we were chased by a pack of puppy-size dogs. There were at least 10 teeny-tiny dogs who chased us for at least a quarter of a mile. We laughed out loud.
Last night we stayed with the Floyd family on the west side of Tallahassee. In addition to the parents, Gene and Bonnie, they have five boys, approximately eight cats, one dog, one fish and one ferret. Their house is full of energy and motion. One son is anxious to join the Air Force so we heard about his preparations over a delicious spaghetti dinner.
We are about 300 miles from our final destination (although we might bike down to Orlando). Thank you for your continual prayers and encouragement. I miss you!
Dearest friends and family,
I am happy to report that my Dad and I are alive and doing very well. When we biked into Tallahassee yesterday, it was a balmy 77 degrees. Tonight, however, the overnight low is 24 degrees. Yikes. Fortunately, we are staying with the Sossong/Blessing family. Kevin is an architect and his attention to detail is apparent throughout their beautiful modern home. In addition to the shower and shelter this family has provided, my belly is filled with Susan's ginger pancakes and mango sorbet. As I type this, I am listening to opera music while I sip the ginger tea their nine-year-old son prepared for me. He even served it on a tray. Despite the fact my cell phone endured the wrath of a washing machine yesterday, I am very happy right now.
Recent happenings:
The other day we left the Panella family and headed from Poplarville to Vancleave, Miss-ippi. After arriving at the ridiculously over-priced campsite ($30/tent site!) my Dad and I had two options:
1. Eat ramen, just the two of us
2. Call the Holy Spirit Catholic Church we passed on our way into town to see if anyone could provide us with transportation to their Friday night fish fry.
We chose the latter. We were just a couple miles away from the church, but it was too far to walk in the dark. Bonnie, the lovely and kind secretary at the church, agreed to take us to the fish fry. When she pulled up in her minivan she inquired, "Did someone call a taxi?" We thoroughly enjoyed the company of those we met. Great conversations.
Took a ferry in Alabama.
Celebrated my parents' 28th wedding anniversary. Impressive, isn't it? At exactly one o'clock, my Dad called my Mom to repeat, "I do." Isn't that sweet? Meanwhile, I was chatting with an old man who asked, "Are y'all on your honeymoon?" No, that's my Dad.
Biked past many new homes and hotels along the Gulf of Mexico. In my head I recalled the song we would sing in Sunday School, "The wise man built his house upon the rock." While the intended interpretation might be metaphorical, I believe that God was giving some literal advice about where one should built his/her home.
Spent a night in Milton, FL. On this evening, we camped outside the trailer of one of our warmshowers.org contacts. Fun facts about our host Julianne:
1. We talked about egg sales. She suggested I move to New York so I can sell my eggs. At first, I thought, hmmm... I don't have any chickens and I don't know anything about egg laying. Then, I realized the conversation wasn't about poultry.
2. Her dream job is a job where she can wear a tiara. She wants to either own a thrift shop or a no-kill shelter for rottweilers
3. She says that drug dealers are the major employers in town.
4. In exchange for letting us camp in her yard, we told her we would take her out to dinner. She chose Milton's "China Buffet" and she explained that if she won the lottery, she would eat at the China Buffet everyday. No, she said, she would have China Buffet delivered to her trailer everyday.
Due to the flat ground and decent riding conditions, we did a couple more centuries! Whahoo! Meanwhile, we were chased by a billion dogs in Louisiana and Mississippi. When we encounter these dogs we bike faster, I often grab my water bottle and squirt it at the dog or we yell, "Go home!" One one morning, we were chased by a pack of puppy-size dogs. There were at least 10 teeny-tiny dogs who chased us for at least a quarter of a mile. We laughed out loud.
Last night we stayed with the Floyd family on the west side of Tallahassee. In addition to the parents, Gene and Bonnie, they have five boys, approximately eight cats, one dog, one fish and one ferret. Their house is full of energy and motion. One son is anxious to join the Air Force so we heard about his preparations over a delicious spaghetti dinner.
We are about 300 miles from our final destination (although we might bike down to Orlando). Thank you for your continual prayers and encouragement. I miss you!
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Florida
Yes, my Dad and I are in Flori-duh! (That's for you Brian Morris.) Hopefully, I can write more later...
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Nola
New Orleans, Louisiana
According to me, we saw two levels of tragedy:
1. Hurricane devastation. The lingering damage ...
2. Bourbon Street. This street was very interesting to see, but it reminded me of Madison's horrible Halloween extravaganza. I don't care for drunken debauchery, because it always makes me sad. Allow me to explain...
Yesterday, my Dad and I rented a car, drove to New Orleans and spent the day galavanting around the French Quarter. We drank coffee, ate the famous and sugary beignets, ate muffaleta sandwiches, ate bread pudding, ate pecan pie, etc. For our New Orleans accommodations, we found Bill Laine through the warmshowers website. He lives in a huge home in beautiful uptown New Orleans. Upon our arrival, he said, "I'm afraid I'm like the airlines; I've double booked my home." To our surprise (and delight), two German cyclists also spent the night at his house. In addition to exhausting my full German vocabulary (which includes a song about ducks swimming in the water), we compared stories and enjoyed the company of other crazies.
That evening, Mattias and Neele joined us when we headed back into town to see the Preservation Hall jazz performance. It was authentic, acoustic and wonderful. Anyone who knows my Dad even a little bit knows that there are musical notes swimming in his blood. He is a music person and he loved the scene.
We hadn't eaten dinner (gasp!) so we walked down Bourbon street, past some of the plentiful bars and clubs, and found a little pizza place. We ordered our slices and sat in the shop's two chairs while the pizza finished cooking. While waiting, a girl slathered in make-up walked in wearing thong-revealing tight jeans and a bra. The pizza guy knew her and they started talking about her evening's work at Rick's Cabaret. She lamented that she still had to tell her boss that she was five weeks pregnant. Sad. I highly doubt Rick's Cabaret is sympathetic to a dancer who requests a maternity leave. I can't help but think, what kind of life will her baby have?
New Orleans was bustling, colorful, entertainng, humid and has a culture all to itself. Sorry, no one will get Mardi Gras beads as souvenirs. The Germans agreed, beads are way too heavy for our journey.
Tonight, we took our rental car back, and returned to the Panella's home in Mississippi. For dinner they prepared fried catfish, collared greens, corn, cornbread and lemon cake with ice cream. Delicious. I am so thankful for their hospitality.
Bill Laine also deserves some props because he shared his home-roasted coffee with us this morning. Our coffee drinking experience seemed oddly appropriate because Bill lived in Seattle for over 20 years and the rain was pouring, pouring, pouring down.
I have one apology. A few hours ago when I was packing up our belongings, I noticed that one of their dogs "marked" Dale's tent. Don't worry Dale, we cleaned it up. Eek.
Weather permitting (thunderstorms are predicted), we will be back on the bike tomorrow.
Even though it's the least populated state in the nation, I miss everyone in Wyoming.
According to me, we saw two levels of tragedy:
1. Hurricane devastation. The lingering damage ...
2. Bourbon Street. This street was very interesting to see, but it reminded me of Madison's horrible Halloween extravaganza. I don't care for drunken debauchery, because it always makes me sad. Allow me to explain...
Yesterday, my Dad and I rented a car, drove to New Orleans and spent the day galavanting around the French Quarter. We drank coffee, ate the famous and sugary beignets, ate muffaleta sandwiches, ate bread pudding, ate pecan pie, etc. For our New Orleans accommodations, we found Bill Laine through the warmshowers website. He lives in a huge home in beautiful uptown New Orleans. Upon our arrival, he said, "I'm afraid I'm like the airlines; I've double booked my home." To our surprise (and delight), two German cyclists also spent the night at his house. In addition to exhausting my full German vocabulary (which includes a song about ducks swimming in the water), we compared stories and enjoyed the company of other crazies.
That evening, Mattias and Neele joined us when we headed back into town to see the Preservation Hall jazz performance. It was authentic, acoustic and wonderful. Anyone who knows my Dad even a little bit knows that there are musical notes swimming in his blood. He is a music person and he loved the scene.
We hadn't eaten dinner (gasp!) so we walked down Bourbon street, past some of the plentiful bars and clubs, and found a little pizza place. We ordered our slices and sat in the shop's two chairs while the pizza finished cooking. While waiting, a girl slathered in make-up walked in wearing thong-revealing tight jeans and a bra. The pizza guy knew her and they started talking about her evening's work at Rick's Cabaret. She lamented that she still had to tell her boss that she was five weeks pregnant. Sad. I highly doubt Rick's Cabaret is sympathetic to a dancer who requests a maternity leave. I can't help but think, what kind of life will her baby have?
New Orleans was bustling, colorful, entertainng, humid and has a culture all to itself. Sorry, no one will get Mardi Gras beads as souvenirs. The Germans agreed, beads are way too heavy for our journey.
Tonight, we took our rental car back, and returned to the Panella's home in Mississippi. For dinner they prepared fried catfish, collared greens, corn, cornbread and lemon cake with ice cream. Delicious. I am so thankful for their hospitality.
Bill Laine also deserves some props because he shared his home-roasted coffee with us this morning. Our coffee drinking experience seemed oddly appropriate because Bill lived in Seattle for over 20 years and the rain was pouring, pouring, pouring down.
I have one apology. A few hours ago when I was packing up our belongings, I noticed that one of their dogs "marked" Dale's tent. Don't worry Dale, we cleaned it up. Eek.
Weather permitting (thunderstorms are predicted), we will be back on the bike tomorrow.
Even though it's the least populated state in the nation, I miss everyone in Wyoming.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
A night at the police station
After leaving the Moreau family in Simmesport, my Dad and I ventured across the muddy Mississippi. We traversed the river by ferry which was really quite exciting for me. Once we reached the other side, we toured the historic areas of St. Francisville, including the plantation where Audubon painted many of his famous bird portraits.
That evening we camped at the Green Acres RV Park. While dining on gruel inside the pavilion, my Dad and I met the manager of the RV park who offered to take us to the restaurant at the convenience store he owned. He ordered fried chicken and six fried boudin balls for us. Boudin = rice, pork and spices mixed together and stuffed in sausage casing = delicious.
The next morning we awoke, traveled along many of Louisiana's country roads, enjoyed reading the church signs, saw more inmates at work and triumphantly entered Franklinton.
We knew there weren't any campgrounds in Franklinton so once we got to Tangipahoa (try saying that aloud), I called the non-emergency police number and asked if they could recommend a safe camping spot. Long story short, Lieutenant Frankie Jones said we could camp in the "AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY" area behind the police station. It was great. She even let us come in and use their showers and bathroom.
Tonight we are staying with the Panella family in Poplarville, MS. They have been wonderful to us. They fed us a delicious dinner and introduced us to their mule, horses, goats, dogs, hens, cats and other animals.
As for tomorrow...we are renting a car so we can see New Orleans!
That evening we camped at the Green Acres RV Park. While dining on gruel inside the pavilion, my Dad and I met the manager of the RV park who offered to take us to the restaurant at the convenience store he owned. He ordered fried chicken and six fried boudin balls for us. Boudin = rice, pork and spices mixed together and stuffed in sausage casing = delicious.
The next morning we awoke, traveled along many of Louisiana's country roads, enjoyed reading the church signs, saw more inmates at work and triumphantly entered Franklinton.
We knew there weren't any campgrounds in Franklinton so once we got to Tangipahoa (try saying that aloud), I called the non-emergency police number and asked if they could recommend a safe camping spot. Long story short, Lieutenant Frankie Jones said we could camp in the "AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY" area behind the police station. It was great. She even let us come in and use their showers and bathroom.
Tonight we are staying with the Panella family in Poplarville, MS. They have been wonderful to us. They fed us a delicious dinner and introduced us to their mule, horses, goats, dogs, hens, cats and other animals.
As for tomorrow...we are renting a car so we can see New Orleans!
God
It has been weeks since I have gone to church and I miss it! I miss going with Robbie & Tracy and meeting up with Dale and a host of other wonderful people. Starting in East Texas(and through where we are now in Poplarville, Mississippi), my Dad and I have seen many churches, most of which have been some type of Baptist church. Here are some of the signs we have passed during this Valentine's day season:
"GOD IS LOVE"
"HELL, YOU DON'T wANT TO GO THERE"
"GOD IS YOUR TRUE LOVE"
"PREACHING 10 SERMONS IS HARDER THAN LIVING ONE"
"'WILL YOU BE MY VALENTINE?' -GOD"
"REPENTANCE IS GOD'S FAVORITE FRAGRANCE"
"SIGN IS BROKEN MESSAGE INSIDE"
"GOD IS LOVE"
"HELL, YOU DON'T wANT TO GO THERE"
"GOD IS YOUR TRUE LOVE"
"PREACHING 10 SERMONS IS HARDER THAN LIVING ONE"
"'WILL YOU BE MY VALENTINE?' -GOD"
"REPENTANCE IS GOD'S FAVORITE FRAGRANCE"
"SIGN IS BROKEN MESSAGE INSIDE"
Saturday, February 16, 2008
One more post for today
When I talked to my Mom tonight, she informed us that Mrs. Trapp has leukemia. This makes our hearts heavy. Kay, we all love you! Lots of prayers from Louisiana are being sent to you and your family. Get well soon.
Proof
1. Pecos River
2. At the Air Force Base with Wes & Travis
3. Eating the Breakfast of Champions
4. Jake & my Dad at the Chocolate Festival in Austin
5. We stayed in this trailer
Laissez les bons temps roulez!
After the initial disappointment of having biked "clear across" Texas and not seeing a "Welcome to Louisiana" sign, I quickly perked up once I started to see that in addition to the general litter on the side of the road (beer bottles, beer cans, dirty diapers, bungy cords, pennies, etc.), the roads of Louisiana are also littered with Mardi Gras beads. I'm not kidding, the colorful beads are strewn about in all directions.
This particular day was another epic 100+ mile day. We started our day in Silsbee, TX at a not-so-lovely RV park where our tent was conveniently nestled in between some frequently crossed train tracks and the freeway. We both awoke feeling a bit crispy. However, it was Valentine's day and my spirits were lifted when my Dad presented me with a box of conversation hearts. On behalf of Dale, my Dad also gave me a teeny tiny box of chocolates that seemed wonderfully appropriate for light travel and a high calorie diet.
After persevering through a mighty headwind, we made it to Oberlin, LA just before dark and had two options for dinner: the cafe in town that was going to close in an hour (we still had to shower and rid ourselves from road grime) or a casino dinner (the hotel offered a free shuttle). Needless to say, we chose the latter and indulged in their all-you-can-eat buffet. To drown away the sorrow of not being with my valentine, I finished my meal with an entire plate full of desserts and a big bowl of ice cream. In essence, we paid homage to the holiday by turning ourselves into fat cupids.
The next morning we awoke and ate more food. We headed down the road and encountered many, many dogs who felt the need to chase us. Additionally, we muscled through some muddy road construction that was quite jarring to my body. However, the rides are always better when we know where we're going to stay for the night. For this night, we had made arrangements to stay with Dr. Henry Moreau, a state veterinarian who lives in Simmesport, LA. Being that he's officially Cajun, he gave us a history lesson about the French-Catholic influence and explained that since it's Lent, one cannot eat meat on Fridays. My Dad and I decided to take on this penance and we ate a feast of boiled crawfish and very well-seasoned corn, mushrooms, garlic, potatoes, etc. Spicy and delicious. While the crawfish were boiling, we sat around and laughed with the Moreau family and their friends. Through their thick accents, we heard stories about getting "snake bit" and adventures in Cajun country. So much fun.
A thunderstorm hit during the night and we were extremely thankful to be safe and dry inside their camper. At one point I peered out the window to make sure that we weren't going to float down into the Gulf of Mexico.
Today, we took a day off from cycling and Henry took us crawfish harvesting. We hopped in his truck and he took us down many sinuous roads to 7,000 acres of crawfish ponds. My Dad and I took turns riding in a small boat with two men who scooped up the crawfish as we traversed the murky waters.
I love their accents and the Cajun culture they enabled us to experience. Go LSU!
I can't believe that I forgot to mention the rum cake that Geralyn made for dessert. It was amazing. I think I ate three rotund pieces.
As for tomorrow, I'd best get back on my bike.
This particular day was another epic 100+ mile day. We started our day in Silsbee, TX at a not-so-lovely RV park where our tent was conveniently nestled in between some frequently crossed train tracks and the freeway. We both awoke feeling a bit crispy. However, it was Valentine's day and my spirits were lifted when my Dad presented me with a box of conversation hearts. On behalf of Dale, my Dad also gave me a teeny tiny box of chocolates that seemed wonderfully appropriate for light travel and a high calorie diet.
After persevering through a mighty headwind, we made it to Oberlin, LA just before dark and had two options for dinner: the cafe in town that was going to close in an hour (we still had to shower and rid ourselves from road grime) or a casino dinner (the hotel offered a free shuttle). Needless to say, we chose the latter and indulged in their all-you-can-eat buffet. To drown away the sorrow of not being with my valentine, I finished my meal with an entire plate full of desserts and a big bowl of ice cream. In essence, we paid homage to the holiday by turning ourselves into fat cupids.
The next morning we awoke and ate more food. We headed down the road and encountered many, many dogs who felt the need to chase us. Additionally, we muscled through some muddy road construction that was quite jarring to my body. However, the rides are always better when we know where we're going to stay for the night. For this night, we had made arrangements to stay with Dr. Henry Moreau, a state veterinarian who lives in Simmesport, LA. Being that he's officially Cajun, he gave us a history lesson about the French-Catholic influence and explained that since it's Lent, one cannot eat meat on Fridays. My Dad and I decided to take on this penance and we ate a feast of boiled crawfish and very well-seasoned corn, mushrooms, garlic, potatoes, etc. Spicy and delicious. While the crawfish were boiling, we sat around and laughed with the Moreau family and their friends. Through their thick accents, we heard stories about getting "snake bit" and adventures in Cajun country. So much fun.
A thunderstorm hit during the night and we were extremely thankful to be safe and dry inside their camper. At one point I peered out the window to make sure that we weren't going to float down into the Gulf of Mexico.
Today, we took a day off from cycling and Henry took us crawfish harvesting. We hopped in his truck and he took us down many sinuous roads to 7,000 acres of crawfish ponds. My Dad and I took turns riding in a small boat with two men who scooped up the crawfish as we traversed the murky waters.
I love their accents and the Cajun culture they enabled us to experience. Go LSU!
I can't believe that I forgot to mention the rum cake that Geralyn made for dessert. It was amazing. I think I ate three rotund pieces.
As for tomorrow, I'd best get back on my bike.
On what's behind
After leaving LaGrange, Texas, my Dad and I were expecting the rain storm predicted to hit the East Texas area. We decided not to take the advice of an old man at the RV park who adamantly told us that we should "just head West instead," so we started our journey and got to the very small town of Richards, Texas just as the rain started to fall. To wait out the intense thunderstorm that ensued, we ventured inside the City Hall Cafe, the only cafe in town. The menus read, "More than 10 people served." Haha. While there, we chatted with a guy named Steve who was so impressed by our journey that he bought our lunch. Not only were we thankful for his generosity and the delicious food, but we felt like it was a miracle we missed the rain. If we had departed five minutes later, we would have been two drenched and sorry-looking cyclists stranded on the side of a farm road.
Prior to this journey, most people in my life (people who are admittedly very liberal) warned me that Texas was a HUGE and horrible state. While I have no intention of creating a life for myself in Dryden, Texas, I have to say, you "misunderestimated" this state! It is huge, but it is filled with some of the nicest people I have met in my life. We have truly enjoyed the scenery along the way as well. One problem that my Dad and I seemed to encounter on a daily basis was that everyone was so chatty. For example, I would go into a grocery store aiming to buy our breakfast of champions food (which should take three minutes) when someone would stop me to ask, "Where you ridin' them bikes from?" After flooring them with my answer, I would emerge from the grocery store half a hour later.
Having been trained in grammar by individuals like Liv Rosin, both Jill and I get a little feisty when things are not communicated properly. I am the first to admit that my grmamar, punctituastio nand speleling/ are not perphect. The grammar of the TXDot mimics they way our President speaks. Popular signs like "Drive clean across Texas" further my opinion. Similarly, the tourism motto is: Texas, it's like a whole other country. That kills me.
After biking through Hope, Arizona, we saw a sign that read: Your now beyond Hope.
I do admit that I felt kind of sad when we crossed the border out of Texas. Pehaps, it was because I was thoroughly disappointed that there wasn't a "Welcome to Louisiana" sign on the border.
Prior to this journey, most people in my life (people who are admittedly very liberal) warned me that Texas was a HUGE and horrible state. While I have no intention of creating a life for myself in Dryden, Texas, I have to say, you "misunderestimated" this state! It is huge, but it is filled with some of the nicest people I have met in my life. We have truly enjoyed the scenery along the way as well. One problem that my Dad and I seemed to encounter on a daily basis was that everyone was so chatty. For example, I would go into a grocery store aiming to buy our breakfast of champions food (which should take three minutes) when someone would stop me to ask, "Where you ridin' them bikes from?" After flooring them with my answer, I would emerge from the grocery store half a hour later.
Having been trained in grammar by individuals like Liv Rosin, both Jill and I get a little feisty when things are not communicated properly. I am the first to admit that my grmamar, punctituastio nand speleling/ are not perphect. The grammar of the TXDot mimics they way our President speaks. Popular signs like "Drive clean across Texas" further my opinion. Similarly, the tourism motto is: Texas, it's like a whole other country. That kills me.
After biking through Hope, Arizona, we saw a sign that read: Your now beyond Hope.
I do admit that I felt kind of sad when we crossed the border out of Texas. Pehaps, it was because I was thoroughly disappointed that there wasn't a "Welcome to Louisiana" sign on the border.
Food, Glorious Food!
The title of my post is dedicated to all the Snail Lake kids who acted in the production of "Oliver." hahaha.
One good thing about biking is that my Dad and I don't fret about rising gas prices. However, we consume our fair share of caloric energy. By fair share, I mean that I just about triple the calories I consumed in my "life before biking" days. Several people have asked me about what we eat...
Our Breakfast of Champions:
Two bottles Ensure, not that bad if it's cold
Five packets of instant oatmeal
Two cans of canned fruit or real fruit if it's available
On-board Snacks:
Dried fruit
Snickers Almond, quite possibly the best candy ever created
Fig newtons
Pretzels
Peanut butter
One good thing about biking is that my Dad and I don't fret about rising gas prices. However, we consume our fair share of caloric energy. By fair share, I mean that I just about triple the calories I consumed in my "life before biking" days. Several people have asked me about what we eat...
Our Breakfast of Champions:
Two bottles Ensure, not that bad if it's cold
Five packets of instant oatmeal
Two cans of canned fruit or real fruit if it's available
On-board Snacks:
Dried fruit
Snickers Almond, quite possibly the best candy ever created
Fig newtons
Pretzels
Peanut butter
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Tejas
We're still in Texas. Ever since my high school days when Miss Christine Paulu played her Dixie Chicks and SheDaisy CDs for me, I have liked country music. Being in this land undoubtedly makes me think of songs like "Wide Open Spaces." This journey also makes me think of the Martina McBride song that goes:
I have been blessed, and I feel like I've found my way. I thank God for what I've been given at the end of every day. I have been blessed.
Some people in my life deserve special attention:
Our kind and generous hosts: Sara, Bernhard, Eva & Sophie; Grandma & Grandpa; Gene Robert, Joy & Mons; Pat; Jenette & John; Charley & Kamala; Julie & James; Wes & Travis; David & Jonnye; Lisa & Jake
My Mom: This trip is her nightmare (both her daughter AND husband off galavanting in strange places), but she supports my dreams. Her motto is, "slap on some lipstick and go face the world." For this trip, lipstick is a burdensome luxury because of its weight. I do slap on the SPFs and face the gargantuan hills of Hill Country.
The countless friends and family members who have kept my Mom company: The Hartleys deserve extra special attention because they just decided to move in with my Mom. They claim their move was because of the fumes of a kitchen remodel, but my Dad and I think they must have been inspired by our warmshowers.org/couchsurfing.com adventures.
Dale: He is probably my biggest cheerleader. He is big: he's 6'3" and muscle-y and he is apparently growing a Wyoming mountain man beard. He seems genuinely impressed by our progress (perhaps its because of shock or disbelief), but he makes me feel like he's truly proud of me. Perhaps we've achieved a number of our mileage goals because I'm motivated to get back to him. There have been a million moments I wish we could share. I miss my valentine!
My friends at CES: You inspire me! I wear the red bandana just about everyday. Thanks for getting all the signatures Amy Linn. Congratulations for your success at the Special Olympics.
Geralynn: A couple days ago we were leaving Leakey, TX and we encountered some road construction. The road, in fact, was gone. Just as we were pulling off to figure out how we would traverse the muddy miles ahead of us, a woman named Geralynn stopped to see if we wanted a ride to the other side of the construction. We gladly accepted her offer and considered it a miracle.
Recent happenings:
Went to a wine tasting at a tiny vineyard in Sisterdale, TX.
Ate amazing BBQ food. YUM!
Toured Austin! Went to a free chocolate show where we ate truffles, ice cream, brownies, etc. prepared by the students of the Texas Culinary Academy. Walked around the University of Texas campus, 6th street and enjoyed the company of our hosts, Lisa and Jake. While we were at their home, their dragonfly "hatched." It was exciting.
We biked a little over 80 miles today. My Dad's chain broke which was not good, but he managed to fix it quickly. Tonight we're at the Colorade Landing RV Park where they have a computer! Tomorrow it is supposed to rain/thunderstorm...boo...
Thank you for your prayers and encouragement. I couldn't do this without you.
I have been blessed, and I feel like I've found my way. I thank God for what I've been given at the end of every day. I have been blessed.
Some people in my life deserve special attention:
Our kind and generous hosts: Sara, Bernhard, Eva & Sophie; Grandma & Grandpa; Gene Robert, Joy & Mons; Pat; Jenette & John; Charley & Kamala; Julie & James; Wes & Travis; David & Jonnye; Lisa & Jake
My Mom: This trip is her nightmare (both her daughter AND husband off galavanting in strange places), but she supports my dreams. Her motto is, "slap on some lipstick and go face the world." For this trip, lipstick is a burdensome luxury because of its weight. I do slap on the SPFs and face the gargantuan hills of Hill Country.
The countless friends and family members who have kept my Mom company: The Hartleys deserve extra special attention because they just decided to move in with my Mom. They claim their move was because of the fumes of a kitchen remodel, but my Dad and I think they must have been inspired by our warmshowers.org/couchsurfing.com adventures.
Dale: He is probably my biggest cheerleader. He is big: he's 6'3" and muscle-y and he is apparently growing a Wyoming mountain man beard. He seems genuinely impressed by our progress (perhaps its because of shock or disbelief), but he makes me feel like he's truly proud of me. Perhaps we've achieved a number of our mileage goals because I'm motivated to get back to him. There have been a million moments I wish we could share. I miss my valentine!
My friends at CES: You inspire me! I wear the red bandana just about everyday. Thanks for getting all the signatures Amy Linn. Congratulations for your success at the Special Olympics.
Geralynn: A couple days ago we were leaving Leakey, TX and we encountered some road construction. The road, in fact, was gone. Just as we were pulling off to figure out how we would traverse the muddy miles ahead of us, a woman named Geralynn stopped to see if we wanted a ride to the other side of the construction. We gladly accepted her offer and considered it a miracle.
Recent happenings:
Went to a wine tasting at a tiny vineyard in Sisterdale, TX.
Ate amazing BBQ food. YUM!
Toured Austin! Went to a free chocolate show where we ate truffles, ice cream, brownies, etc. prepared by the students of the Texas Culinary Academy. Walked around the University of Texas campus, 6th street and enjoyed the company of our hosts, Lisa and Jake. While we were at their home, their dragonfly "hatched." It was exciting.
We biked a little over 80 miles today. My Dad's chain broke which was not good, but he managed to fix it quickly. Tonight we're at the Colorade Landing RV Park where they have a computer! Tomorrow it is supposed to rain/thunderstorm...boo...
Thank you for your prayers and encouragement. I couldn't do this without you.
Friday, February 8, 2008
Texas
My thoughts on the past few days:
After leaving our great hosts in Alpine, TX, we ventured toward Del Rio. Our first day out, I rode my first century (a single day ride of over 100 miles)! Upon arrival in Sanderson, TX, my Dad and I chatted about how much further we wanted to travel that day. The other woman dining in Paddy's Pub decided to join our conversation and told us that we should leave Texas because everyone had the flu or a cold. I must have looked at her incredulously because she wagged her finger at me and said, "You'll see, it's a pandemic!" We chose not to take her advice so we continued on our journey and camped by a dilapidated building. We were sung to sleep by 25+ dogs as well as the "hum" of the bustling railroad tracks.
Super Bowl Sunday: a time for friends, football, commercials and just about every type of potato chip you can think of...
Our Super Bowl Sunday started when we woke up in the tent. We delighted in a can of citrus blend canned fruit, instant oatmeal, some Snickers bars and a couple cans of strawberry Ensure. Over a hundred miles separated us from us Del Rio so we got an early start and encountered lots of hills and even more wind.
This is a very hilly state; it's no wonder Lance Armstrong is so fast!
Anyway, upon arrival in Del Rio we were picked up in a red F150 by Wes Morgan. I learned of his existence through the website couchsurfing.com. He and his roommate were GREAT and we spent the night with them on the Laughlin Air Force base. It was so interesting to be surrounded by a military base community. Once we arrived at their place it was time for the PARTY! Upon arrival we showered because we know that many people find biking spandex unsettling. Chips! Beer! 20-30 Air Force guys! Through a couple of conversations, it seemed like most of the clean-shaven guys graduated from the Air Force Academy in 2006--like my fellow Mounds View High School classmate Chris Schendel. Some of them knew him-I love connections like that.
We watched the eventful game and the eruption of cheers for "anyone but the Patriots!" As the crowd thinned out, we chatted with our hosts in their well-decorated home. As Travis said, "We're two straight dudes with a fruit bowl." We ended the night by celebrating my Dad's birthday with a beer at midnight. Travis said those were the house rules, so we didn't want to offend.
The next day it was my Dad's birthday, and we saw armadillos roaming alongside the road. Once it started to get dark, we needed to find a place for our tent so I went up to a ranch house and inquired about whether or not we could camp in this person's yard. They explained that this house was their guest house so they offered us the couples' suite.
EVERYONE THINKS WE ARE MARRIED. We find this very disturbing. I frequently find myself saying, "Hey Dad..." before all my sentences.
Anyway, the owners of this house went back to their real house and let us stay at their guest house - for free - that night. We felt so lucky. Among their pets, they had a very old lab named Bullet. Dave, the owner, would jokingly instruct Bullet to "kill" or "attack," but the love-sick dog would just wag its tail with glee.
After leaving our great hosts in Alpine, TX, we ventured toward Del Rio. Our first day out, I rode my first century (a single day ride of over 100 miles)! Upon arrival in Sanderson, TX, my Dad and I chatted about how much further we wanted to travel that day. The other woman dining in Paddy's Pub decided to join our conversation and told us that we should leave Texas because everyone had the flu or a cold. I must have looked at her incredulously because she wagged her finger at me and said, "You'll see, it's a pandemic!" We chose not to take her advice so we continued on our journey and camped by a dilapidated building. We were sung to sleep by 25+ dogs as well as the "hum" of the bustling railroad tracks.
Super Bowl Sunday: a time for friends, football, commercials and just about every type of potato chip you can think of...
Our Super Bowl Sunday started when we woke up in the tent. We delighted in a can of citrus blend canned fruit, instant oatmeal, some Snickers bars and a couple cans of strawberry Ensure. Over a hundred miles separated us from us Del Rio so we got an early start and encountered lots of hills and even more wind.
This is a very hilly state; it's no wonder Lance Armstrong is so fast!
Anyway, upon arrival in Del Rio we were picked up in a red F150 by Wes Morgan. I learned of his existence through the website couchsurfing.com. He and his roommate were GREAT and we spent the night with them on the Laughlin Air Force base. It was so interesting to be surrounded by a military base community. Once we arrived at their place it was time for the PARTY! Upon arrival we showered because we know that many people find biking spandex unsettling. Chips! Beer! 20-30 Air Force guys! Through a couple of conversations, it seemed like most of the clean-shaven guys graduated from the Air Force Academy in 2006--like my fellow Mounds View High School classmate Chris Schendel. Some of them knew him-I love connections like that.
We watched the eventful game and the eruption of cheers for "anyone but the Patriots!" As the crowd thinned out, we chatted with our hosts in their well-decorated home. As Travis said, "We're two straight dudes with a fruit bowl." We ended the night by celebrating my Dad's birthday with a beer at midnight. Travis said those were the house rules, so we didn't want to offend.
The next day it was my Dad's birthday, and we saw armadillos roaming alongside the road. Once it started to get dark, we needed to find a place for our tent so I went up to a ranch house and inquired about whether or not we could camp in this person's yard. They explained that this house was their guest house so they offered us the couples' suite.
EVERYONE THINKS WE ARE MARRIED. We find this very disturbing. I frequently find myself saying, "Hey Dad..." before all my sentences.
Anyway, the owners of this house went back to their real house and let us stay at their guest house - for free - that night. We felt so lucky. Among their pets, they had a very old lab named Bullet. Dave, the owner, would jokingly instruct Bullet to "kill" or "attack," but the love-sick dog would just wag its tail with glee.
Deep in the heart of Texas
Howdy from Austin Texas
When last we posted Ann and I were in Alpine. We left Alpine Saturday morning on a mission. We had two days to cover a little over 200 miles to reach Del Rio, Texas for the next stop on our tour with Lt. Wes Morgan and his roommate Travis. Both are stationed at the Laughlin Air force base for flight training and have invited Ann and I to join them for a Super Bowl party at the base.
We covered 106 miles on Saturday and reached Dryden home of a mercantile store and nothing else. We camped alongside the road next to an abandoned building and some railroad tracks with frequent visits by trains.
Sunday we battled the wind and the hills to reach our hosts in Del Rio. I've never been on a military base before but Ann and I felt very safe with our hosts and their friends watching the Super Bowl and actually seeing a good game. Just after midnight Wes and Travis helped me celebrate the 30th anniversary of my 23th birthday to cap the day.
Pretty cool!!
When last we posted Ann and I were in Alpine. We left Alpine Saturday morning on a mission. We had two days to cover a little over 200 miles to reach Del Rio, Texas for the next stop on our tour with Lt. Wes Morgan and his roommate Travis. Both are stationed at the Laughlin Air force base for flight training and have invited Ann and I to join them for a Super Bowl party at the base.
We covered 106 miles on Saturday and reached Dryden home of a mercantile store and nothing else. We camped alongside the road next to an abandoned building and some railroad tracks with frequent visits by trains.
Sunday we battled the wind and the hills to reach our hosts in Del Rio. I've never been on a military base before but Ann and I felt very safe with our hosts and their friends watching the Super Bowl and actually seeing a good game. Just after midnight Wes and Travis helped me celebrate the 30th anniversary of my 23th birthday to cap the day.
Pretty cool!!
Friday, February 1, 2008
Day off in Alpine
Our hosts in Alpine, TX have been amazing. They are protecting us from frigid temperatures, they fed us dinner and a pancake breakfast and they encouraged us to take a day off from the wind and spend some time in West Texas.
Enabling our local travels, James and Julie gave us the keys to their hybrid !!! so my Dad and I headed to Marfa, TX. Marfa, an extremely random city in rather empty West Texas, is filled with trendy hipsters who sport black turtlenecks and tight jeans. They taught us about art and Marfa culture while they brushed aside the long black bangs that swept across their faces. We didn't meet anyone that didn't match my generalization.
Picture 1: At the top of the Marfa Courthouse, a stop recommended to us by our host Julie, who is a lawyer
After touring Marfa and some of its art galleries, we went to the Chihuahua Desert Research Institute which is where our host, James, works. We walked their trail and were thankful we were not biking against the fierce wind. Picture 2: Not flattering, but it kind of shows how quickly the wind was blowing.
Pictures 3, 4 & 5 are of the botanical garden at the Chihuahua Desert Research Institute. Look at all those cacti!
God Bless Texas.
More pictures!
1. Entering Texas
2. My Dad and me with Kamala and Charley, our El Paso hosts
3. For only $29.75 you too could stay in this room in Sierra Blanca, TX
4. The McDonald Observatory near Fort Davis, TX
Pictures!
Photos!
1. My Dad with Joy and Gene Robert Larson, our Safford, AZ hosts
2. Climbing up a mountain pass
3. Me with Pat, our Hanover, NM host
4. Snow on the top of NM's Emory Pass
5. My Dad with John, our Las Cruces, NM host
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Alpine, TX
I have been to three Alpines in my life. Alpine, WY; Alpine, CA; and now Alpine, TX. Let me tell you, they do not have this name because they are flat.
Last night my Dad and I slept on the side of the road. I kid you not; we slept on the side of a farm road in Texas. I don't think a single car passed us all night long. The wind, oh the wind. Due to the ferocious wind I speak of, I was afraid my Dad and I would be propelled into the sky and would awake to a chorus of "We welcome you to Munchkin Land." Well, we didn't wake up in Oz. However, we awoke to freezing cold temperatures and a bitter wind. I'll admit that my mood could be classified as slightly better than foul.
We survived and had a great day of biking. We climbed to the McDonald Observatory. Again, I have never been to an observatory that is flat. We laughed frequently.
Tonight we are staying with another Warmshowers contact. They are GREAT. James and Julie fed us dinner (and dessert!) and told us stories of their adventures along the Pacific trail, Grandma's marathon, a trip to Spain, etc. They are also saving us from tonight's predicted low temperature of 10 F. They also have a "What would Wellstone do?" sticker. Oh Minnesota...
God Bless Texas and these awesome Texans.
Last night my Dad and I slept on the side of the road. I kid you not; we slept on the side of a farm road in Texas. I don't think a single car passed us all night long. The wind, oh the wind. Due to the ferocious wind I speak of, I was afraid my Dad and I would be propelled into the sky and would awake to a chorus of "We welcome you to Munchkin Land." Well, we didn't wake up in Oz. However, we awoke to freezing cold temperatures and a bitter wind. I'll admit that my mood could be classified as slightly better than foul.
We survived and had a great day of biking. We climbed to the McDonald Observatory. Again, I have never been to an observatory that is flat. We laughed frequently.
Tonight we are staying with another Warmshowers contact. They are GREAT. James and Julie fed us dinner (and dessert!) and told us stories of their adventures along the Pacific trail, Grandma's marathon, a trip to Spain, etc. They are also saving us from tonight's predicted low temperature of 10 F. They also have a "What would Wellstone do?" sticker. Oh Minnesota...
God Bless Texas and these awesome Texans.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Texas
We are in Texas!
We did a little biking in the rain, we saw more "inmates at work" and I got a flat tire and a flat tire in my Bob!
Tonight we are staying with Kamala and Charley Land in El Paso. They have a super cool adobe style house filled with treasures from around the world. For dinner we at shepherd's pie and pumpkin pie. When Kamala dished out the dessert she gave each one of us a quarter of the pie with a great big dollop of whipped cream. We are so spoiled.
Fun fact about this family: they have a dog named Hallelujah!
Peace and love.
We did a little biking in the rain, we saw more "inmates at work" and I got a flat tire and a flat tire in my Bob!
Tonight we are staying with Kamala and Charley Land in El Paso. They have a super cool adobe style house filled with treasures from around the world. For dinner we at shepherd's pie and pumpkin pie. When Kamala dished out the dessert she gave each one of us a quarter of the pie with a great big dollop of whipped cream. We are so spoiled.
Fun fact about this family: they have a dog named Hallelujah!
Peace and love.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Lots of time to think
This trip has provided me with a lot of time to think. Here are some of the things on my mind:
Top things a cyclist does not want to see:
1. Mean dogs who chase cyclists
2. A wind farm with the wind blowing in the wrong direction (We saw a wind farm in CA at the top of one of our major climbs. I do have to admit that I felt a certain amount of validation that someone else thought it was so incredibly windy that energy/money could easily be made at this location.)
3. Road signs reading: (we've seen all of these)
No shoulder
Soft shoulder
Road narrows
Road construction
Detour
Danger falling rocks
No stopping inmates at work (My cadence easily doubled.)
I have also felt a bit homesick today. My Dad and I biked with Team Slipstream on our way into Silver City. We first saw this team of professionals (who are commited to not doping/doing drugs) going in the opposite direction and later in the day we biked along side them. This occasion also caused my cadence to double. I wish Dale had been there! Plus I have seen a million freaky birds I can't identify. Much to his chagrin, the field guide was cut because of its weight.
Yesterday, my Dad and I arrived in Las Cruces, NM. To get here we passed many fields of pecan trees with signs that read "No nut picking." I found the signs thoroughly amusing. Another sign that I particularly liked was a sign near a campsite of ours that read, "Danger: Lake ahead." Obviously we're not in Minnesota.
I also learned of our Las Cruces hosts from the website warmshowers.org. Their names are John and Jenette and they too have been extremely hospitable. They let us do laundry, shower, they fed our voracious appetites and have engaged us in very interesting conversations. Jenette is an artist so their home is filled with beautiful and colorful decorations. I am so thankful for their hospitality and the opportunity we've had to visit with locals.
My Dad (aka He who hath the patience of Job) is great. One thing about my family is that we do not camp. Our church would have camping trips so we would go to them, but just as dusk was settling in (and when the mosquitoes would begin to carry off the small children), we would go home to sleep in level beds with down pillows. Apparently on one rainy night long, long ago my parents left their tent and gear at their campsite and vowed to not camp ever again. I do have to say that When it was 15 degrees the other morning, I too felt a little like leaving the tent and gear behind.
I also think about food constantly. We burn a lot and we eat a lot. Today my Dad and I purchased Ensure Plus so that we could get all our nutrients and 100 more calories per drink. It's ridiculous.
Tomorrow we head to El Paso, TX. I will keep you posted about whether or not everything is truly bigger in Texas.
Words from Mark,
I've had a lot of time to think too,like...
Would Gatorade taste good as a hot beverage?
Would Raspberry flavored Gu make a good sandwich spread?
How many days in a row do you have to wear the same jersey and bike shorts before the the dogs won't chase you?
How long will it take before my daughter figures out that her father is not really adventurous but rather just nuts?
Technical update for the "Bicycle Chain" crew
So far everything has worked pretty well. So far we have had six flats, three in the area around Safford, Arizona home of "bullheads" or "goatheads" depending on who you talk to. They are thorn bushes that grow near the side of the road. We've purchased some heavy duty tubes because we were told to expect more of these bushes in Texas.
The chain on Ann's bike went over the top when she shifted to the big front ring one day but no damage was done and we made a minor adjustment so hopefully it won't happen again. Other than that the only adjustment we had to make is the stretchy things on the pannier bags we are using don't have anything to hook on to on Ann's back rack so we used twisty ties to secure them.
Thanks for all you've done to help us get our equipment set up and ready for this adventure. We could not have done it without you!!!
Finally, if Ann and I had not been pulling trailers when we saw the Slipstream Team I think we could have ripped their legs off.
Top things a cyclist does not want to see:
1. Mean dogs who chase cyclists
2. A wind farm with the wind blowing in the wrong direction (We saw a wind farm in CA at the top of one of our major climbs. I do have to admit that I felt a certain amount of validation that someone else thought it was so incredibly windy that energy/money could easily be made at this location.)
3. Road signs reading: (we've seen all of these)
No shoulder
Soft shoulder
Road narrows
Road construction
Detour
Danger falling rocks
No stopping inmates at work (My cadence easily doubled.)
I have also felt a bit homesick today. My Dad and I biked with Team Slipstream on our way into Silver City. We first saw this team of professionals (who are commited to not doping/doing drugs) going in the opposite direction and later in the day we biked along side them. This occasion also caused my cadence to double. I wish Dale had been there! Plus I have seen a million freaky birds I can't identify. Much to his chagrin, the field guide was cut because of its weight.
Yesterday, my Dad and I arrived in Las Cruces, NM. To get here we passed many fields of pecan trees with signs that read "No nut picking." I found the signs thoroughly amusing. Another sign that I particularly liked was a sign near a campsite of ours that read, "Danger: Lake ahead." Obviously we're not in Minnesota.
I also learned of our Las Cruces hosts from the website warmshowers.org. Their names are John and Jenette and they too have been extremely hospitable. They let us do laundry, shower, they fed our voracious appetites and have engaged us in very interesting conversations. Jenette is an artist so their home is filled with beautiful and colorful decorations. I am so thankful for their hospitality and the opportunity we've had to visit with locals.
My Dad (aka He who hath the patience of Job) is great. One thing about my family is that we do not camp. Our church would have camping trips so we would go to them, but just as dusk was settling in (and when the mosquitoes would begin to carry off the small children), we would go home to sleep in level beds with down pillows. Apparently on one rainy night long, long ago my parents left their tent and gear at their campsite and vowed to not camp ever again. I do have to say that When it was 15 degrees the other morning, I too felt a little like leaving the tent and gear behind.
I also think about food constantly. We burn a lot and we eat a lot. Today my Dad and I purchased Ensure Plus so that we could get all our nutrients and 100 more calories per drink. It's ridiculous.
Tomorrow we head to El Paso, TX. I will keep you posted about whether or not everything is truly bigger in Texas.
Words from Mark,
I've had a lot of time to think too,like...
Would Gatorade taste good as a hot beverage?
Would Raspberry flavored Gu make a good sandwich spread?
How many days in a row do you have to wear the same jersey and bike shorts before the the dogs won't chase you?
How long will it take before my daughter figures out that her father is not really adventurous but rather just nuts?
Technical update for the "Bicycle Chain" crew
So far everything has worked pretty well. So far we have had six flats, three in the area around Safford, Arizona home of "bullheads" or "goatheads" depending on who you talk to. They are thorn bushes that grow near the side of the road. We've purchased some heavy duty tubes because we were told to expect more of these bushes in Texas.
The chain on Ann's bike went over the top when she shifted to the big front ring one day but no damage was done and we made a minor adjustment so hopefully it won't happen again. Other than that the only adjustment we had to make is the stretchy things on the pannier bags we are using don't have anything to hook on to on Ann's back rack so we used twisty ties to secure them.
Thanks for all you've done to help us get our equipment set up and ready for this adventure. We could not have done it without you!!!
Finally, if Ann and I had not been pulling trailers when we saw the Slipstream Team I think we could have ripped their legs off.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
In New Mexico
Right now we are in Hanover, NM. I recently finished my dinner of chips and salsa, a salad, chowder and spinach lasagna. YUM! All of this from a lovely woman named Pat. She is my hero of the day. From fellow cyclists I had learned about a website for cyclists called warmshowers.com. Hanover looked like a good final destination so I contacted this stranger and she has graciously welcomed us into her home. She even provided a trailer with two beds, HEAT!, a shower, toilet and so much delicious food. She's wonderful.
I cannot express the fullness of my gratitude for all the people that have hosted us.
Last night we camped at 6300 feet in January. For dinner we ate a can of Dinty Moore canned stew which we heated over our campfire. For the rest of the night we played cards (you would have been proud of me Grandma!) and attempted to keep warm. We weren't very successful at the latter part. Yesterday we climbed and climbed and climbed.
The previous day we biked from Globe, AZ to Safford, AZ. After learning that we were lucky we weren't attacked by local javelinas we climbed again and were stopped by a couple of flat tires. Once we reached Safford we stopped at the local bike shop to get new inner tubes which is where we met a guy named Mons Larson. While my Dad was shopping, I called some local motels to check on the availability. The guy at the Econo Lodge answered by saying, "Quit calling, we don't have any rooms!" Mons informed us that they are building a new copper mine in the area and that miners and construction workers have been living in the hotels. Mons could sense that we were feeling homeless so he invited us to camp on the property where he and his parents have homes. Once we reached their land, we were welcomed in, fed dinner, provided with a bed and warm showers and good conversation. They even trusted us enough to leave us alone while they attended a meeting at their LDS church! What a lovely family. I'm so thankful for the generosity and kindness they showed us during our unexpected visit.
Peace and love.
I cannot express the fullness of my gratitude for all the people that have hosted us.
Last night we camped at 6300 feet in January. For dinner we ate a can of Dinty Moore canned stew which we heated over our campfire. For the rest of the night we played cards (you would have been proud of me Grandma!) and attempted to keep warm. We weren't very successful at the latter part. Yesterday we climbed and climbed and climbed.
The previous day we biked from Globe, AZ to Safford, AZ. After learning that we were lucky we weren't attacked by local javelinas we climbed again and were stopped by a couple of flat tires. Once we reached Safford we stopped at the local bike shop to get new inner tubes which is where we met a guy named Mons Larson. While my Dad was shopping, I called some local motels to check on the availability. The guy at the Econo Lodge answered by saying, "Quit calling, we don't have any rooms!" Mons informed us that they are building a new copper mine in the area and that miners and construction workers have been living in the hotels. Mons could sense that we were feeling homeless so he invited us to camp on the property where he and his parents have homes. Once we reached their land, we were welcomed in, fed dinner, provided with a bed and warm showers and good conversation. They even trusted us enough to leave us alone while they attended a meeting at their LDS church! What a lovely family. I'm so thankful for the generosity and kindness they showed us during our unexpected visit.
Peace and love.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Time with G & G
I don't think I had ever been so anxious to see my Grandparents as I was on Friday afternoon. After traversing CA and half of AZ, we made it to Mesa. Upon arrival, we showered, did our laundry (wahoo!) and have been fed delicious food and provided with a chocolate selection that rivals any Russel Stover or Fanny Farmer. It has been so nice to catch up with my Grandma and Grandpa and hear stories about my Dad's childhood. We're going to leave tomorrow which is probably good because if our bellies get any bigger we might not be able to ascend our next series of mountains.
As a person from MN, I think of AZ as being a tropical place. However, in the past few days, Arizona has been close to setting new record cold temperatures. As a result of the howling winds and overnight temperatures in the 20s and 30s we have stayed in a couple hotels. Brrr... we need these winds to be tailwinds for a change! My Dad and I think our cheeks have been swollen from windburn.
Biking on the freeway isn't so bad. The shoulder is huge, there aren't any blind curves and the draft from the passing semis can be used to our advantage. I never thought I would say that.
THe first major city we passed through in AZ was Quartzite. We saw thousands upon thousands of RVs. Apparently all winter long that city hosts rock hounds who sell various gems and minerals. Given that we didn't want to haul any rocks with us, we did not peruse the selection. Old-man RV drivers are by far the scariest. When we can see a poof of grey or Red #5 hair peering over the steering wheel, we tremble.
Despite the fact I'm using SPF 45, my tan lines are sweeter than ever. Since we've been heading east, the right side of my face is significantly darker than my left. I also have four small stripes on the top of my forehead that indicate where the sun peered through the cracks of my helmet. Katie, don't worry, by the time I'm in your wedding on August 30th I think the lines will have faded. If not, I will have to strategically hold the flowers.
Go Packers!
We love you Mom!
Words from my Dad:
Hello from sunny but cold Arizona. I know I won't get any sympathy from anyone in Minnesota right now. We are preparing to head for New Mexico on Monday morning. It's been a great adventure so far and we are looking forward to the next phase of the trip. Thanks to everyone at home for keeping Sandy company and for supporting her as she supports me in another one of my hair brained adventures.
Love to all,
Mark
As a person from MN, I think of AZ as being a tropical place. However, in the past few days, Arizona has been close to setting new record cold temperatures. As a result of the howling winds and overnight temperatures in the 20s and 30s we have stayed in a couple hotels. Brrr... we need these winds to be tailwinds for a change! My Dad and I think our cheeks have been swollen from windburn.
Biking on the freeway isn't so bad. The shoulder is huge, there aren't any blind curves and the draft from the passing semis can be used to our advantage. I never thought I would say that.
THe first major city we passed through in AZ was Quartzite. We saw thousands upon thousands of RVs. Apparently all winter long that city hosts rock hounds who sell various gems and minerals. Given that we didn't want to haul any rocks with us, we did not peruse the selection. Old-man RV drivers are by far the scariest. When we can see a poof of grey or Red #5 hair peering over the steering wheel, we tremble.
Despite the fact I'm using SPF 45, my tan lines are sweeter than ever. Since we've been heading east, the right side of my face is significantly darker than my left. I also have four small stripes on the top of my forehead that indicate where the sun peered through the cracks of my helmet. Katie, don't worry, by the time I'm in your wedding on August 30th I think the lines will have faded. If not, I will have to strategically hold the flowers.
Go Packers!
We love you Mom!
Words from my Dad:
Hello from sunny but cold Arizona. I know I won't get any sympathy from anyone in Minnesota right now. We are preparing to head for New Mexico on Monday morning. It's been a great adventure so far and we are looking forward to the next phase of the trip. Thanks to everyone at home for keeping Sandy company and for supporting her as she supports me in another one of my hair brained adventures.
Love to all,
Mark
More Pictures
Sand dunes!
Our tent in Glamis, nestled between three out houses
The Chocolate Mountains
We made it to Mesa, AZ! Soaking in the sun with my grandparents.
Pictures
Pictures:
At the ocean in Solana Beach
Our first night: camping at Lake Jennings
Tired
The sand dunes of Glamis
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Update
First, thank you for all the prayers and encouragement that you have sent our way.
Second, I am at the computer lab at the library in Blythe, CA and the computer does not have any USB ports (what???) so I unfortunately cannot upload pictures or videos...booo...
Friday January 11th, 2008 "Control Your Bob!" <-- That's for you Jill, Mitra and Al
I would call this day "Happily Ignorant." We woke up to a delicious breakfast, sunny skies and a palpable excitement. We left from the Geierstangers house and headed for the ocean. We took off from Fletcher Cove and very quickly had our first taste of hills. We toured around La Jolla (home of Dr. Seuss) and made our way through all the city traffic. I did not realize that "bike friendly routes" were on freeways.
Our first meal was at a Jack in the Box. We ate crappy grilled chicken sandwiches. After this, we started to climb and climb and climb. Finally, we made our way to the Lake Jennings campground. Beautiful. For dinner we ate Powerbars, Clif gel cubes and had Gatorade for dessert.
My Dad made a great campfire.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Breakfast: Burger King (our only option) We had odd tasting "ham and cheese omelette sandwiches," half of which we threw away. We spent the entire day climbing. Man oh man. We decided we couldn't stomach another dinner of Powerbars or fast food so we indulged with some homemade Ramen.
For lunch: Descansos Junction fish tacos. Amazing. I could go for one right now.
Sunday, January 13, 2008 My Grandma's Birthday
We decided this day should be called "More mountains, more wind"
We climbed ALL DAY LONG. We endured one soul-killing mountain after another. I went on the Historical Society's Homestead Tour this past summer and Lokey Lytjen explained how when homesteaders crossed over Togwotee Pass their initial reactions weren't necessarily "Yay mountains, so beautiful and lovely!" I could relate, my reaction to many of the strikingly awe-inspiring mountains was "NOOO! Mountains, so much suffering."
My Dad is my hero. The grade of one of the mountains was just about too steep for me with my 50 lb. trailer so once my Dad reached the top of the mountain, he unhooked his Bob (trailer), biked back down to meet me, attached my Bob to his bike and biked to the top of the mountain with all my luggage in tow. I'm still his little girl. Isn't he the greatest?
The one exception to the climbing was an extremely stressful 10-mile 6% grade descent. Bobs get squirrely at quick speeds.
On this particular day, we biked within about 100 feet of the Mexican border.
We spent the night in Ocotillo and met the James J. Hill of the city, Ed. He owned the cafe, the two-room motel, the RV park, the "Launderette," the bar, etc. He was awesome. In many ways, he reminded me of Fred Ziegler.
Monday, January 14, 2008
We started that day with an eight mile warm-up, in the wrong direction. Despite our detour and one flat tire, the ride was great. We laughed about the absurd scenery and ended up spending the night in Glamis. Glamis a city filled with NOTHING but amazing sand dunes. SO beautiful. Given the lack of motel and campground (and the roaring wind), we nestled our tent inbetween three outhouses. We were going to indulge in Ramen once again but decided it might be in our best interest to not light a flame so close to such smelly buildings for fear of a series of explosions. As my Dad said, "Glamis probably short for glamorous."
A reason my Mom is my hero... a couple summers ago she crashed while biking and basically shattered her tibia. A lengthy surgery and a new knee later, she is walking, fleurishing and being my Mom. She had her doctor's appt today and Dr. Biebl is in awe of her progess because they weren't sure if she would walk again. Not only that, her patella tendon does not work, so theoretically walking should be impossible. She's a fighter. Go Mom!
I once read an interview of the editor of National Geographic who said that the goal of each story was to create a series of contrasts. Old vs. new. Our home vs. their homes. etc. This trip creates these contrasts very easily. Ocean vs. desert. Wealth vs. poverty. America vs. Mexico. Free range vs. feed lot. Semis vs. bikes. Hills vs. downhills.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Great ride today. We are four miles away from Arizona! Wahooo! Rolling hills, diverse scenery. As my Dad sang, "Over the mountains and through the desert, to Grandmother's house we go..."
To pass the time, I have covered some well-known songs. Titles include:
"Check out my sweet tanlines" to Britney Spears' "Hit me Baby One More Time"
"I feel the earth move under my seat"
"I've lost that sense of feeling"
"Saddle sores" to "Tainted Love"
Allow me to share a verse from "Gatorade Lime" a cover of Deana Carter's "Strawberry Wine"
Been cycling cross-country
Just my Daddy and me
My biggest fear was that semi
But it has yet to kill me
A few pounds of luggage
And one trailer in tow
We've been traveling so long,
Oh don't ya know
But mile after mile I know I
won't be back to this place,
just to remember the taste of
Gatorade Lime
23
The grind of the mountains
I cried when it was steep
My first time in Cali
Oh Bittersweet
I hope to survive
Like Gatorade Lime
This trip has been challenging and amazing thus far. My Dad is a great travel companion. Words do not do him justice.
My cousin's daughter, Nichole, is having a very intense multi-organ surgery tomorrow. If you could remember her in your prayers that would be much appreciated by all members of my family.
Peace and love.
Second, I am at the computer lab at the library in Blythe, CA and the computer does not have any USB ports (what???) so I unfortunately cannot upload pictures or videos...booo...
Friday January 11th, 2008 "Control Your Bob!" <-- That's for you Jill, Mitra and Al
I would call this day "Happily Ignorant." We woke up to a delicious breakfast, sunny skies and a palpable excitement. We left from the Geierstangers house and headed for the ocean. We took off from Fletcher Cove and very quickly had our first taste of hills. We toured around La Jolla (home of Dr. Seuss) and made our way through all the city traffic. I did not realize that "bike friendly routes" were on freeways.
Our first meal was at a Jack in the Box. We ate crappy grilled chicken sandwiches. After this, we started to climb and climb and climb. Finally, we made our way to the Lake Jennings campground. Beautiful. For dinner we ate Powerbars, Clif gel cubes and had Gatorade for dessert.
My Dad made a great campfire.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Breakfast: Burger King (our only option) We had odd tasting "ham and cheese omelette sandwiches," half of which we threw away. We spent the entire day climbing. Man oh man. We decided we couldn't stomach another dinner of Powerbars or fast food so we indulged with some homemade Ramen.
For lunch: Descansos Junction fish tacos. Amazing. I could go for one right now.
Sunday, January 13, 2008 My Grandma's Birthday
We decided this day should be called "More mountains, more wind"
We climbed ALL DAY LONG. We endured one soul-killing mountain after another. I went on the Historical Society's Homestead Tour this past summer and Lokey Lytjen explained how when homesteaders crossed over Togwotee Pass their initial reactions weren't necessarily "Yay mountains, so beautiful and lovely!" I could relate, my reaction to many of the strikingly awe-inspiring mountains was "NOOO! Mountains, so much suffering."
My Dad is my hero. The grade of one of the mountains was just about too steep for me with my 50 lb. trailer so once my Dad reached the top of the mountain, he unhooked his Bob (trailer), biked back down to meet me, attached my Bob to his bike and biked to the top of the mountain with all my luggage in tow. I'm still his little girl. Isn't he the greatest?
The one exception to the climbing was an extremely stressful 10-mile 6% grade descent. Bobs get squirrely at quick speeds.
On this particular day, we biked within about 100 feet of the Mexican border.
We spent the night in Ocotillo and met the James J. Hill of the city, Ed. He owned the cafe, the two-room motel, the RV park, the "Launderette," the bar, etc. He was awesome. In many ways, he reminded me of Fred Ziegler.
Monday, January 14, 2008
We started that day with an eight mile warm-up, in the wrong direction. Despite our detour and one flat tire, the ride was great. We laughed about the absurd scenery and ended up spending the night in Glamis. Glamis a city filled with NOTHING but amazing sand dunes. SO beautiful. Given the lack of motel and campground (and the roaring wind), we nestled our tent inbetween three outhouses. We were going to indulge in Ramen once again but decided it might be in our best interest to not light a flame so close to such smelly buildings for fear of a series of explosions. As my Dad said, "Glamis probably short for glamorous."
A reason my Mom is my hero... a couple summers ago she crashed while biking and basically shattered her tibia. A lengthy surgery and a new knee later, she is walking, fleurishing and being my Mom. She had her doctor's appt today and Dr. Biebl is in awe of her progess because they weren't sure if she would walk again. Not only that, her patella tendon does not work, so theoretically walking should be impossible. She's a fighter. Go Mom!
I once read an interview of the editor of National Geographic who said that the goal of each story was to create a series of contrasts. Old vs. new. Our home vs. their homes. etc. This trip creates these contrasts very easily. Ocean vs. desert. Wealth vs. poverty. America vs. Mexico. Free range vs. feed lot. Semis vs. bikes. Hills vs. downhills.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Great ride today. We are four miles away from Arizona! Wahooo! Rolling hills, diverse scenery. As my Dad sang, "Over the mountains and through the desert, to Grandmother's house we go..."
To pass the time, I have covered some well-known songs. Titles include:
"Check out my sweet tanlines" to Britney Spears' "Hit me Baby One More Time"
"I feel the earth move under my seat"
"I've lost that sense of feeling"
"Saddle sores" to "Tainted Love"
Allow me to share a verse from "Gatorade Lime" a cover of Deana Carter's "Strawberry Wine"
Been cycling cross-country
Just my Daddy and me
My biggest fear was that semi
But it has yet to kill me
A few pounds of luggage
And one trailer in tow
We've been traveling so long,
Oh don't ya know
But mile after mile I know I
won't be back to this place,
just to remember the taste of
Gatorade Lime
23
The grind of the mountains
I cried when it was steep
My first time in Cali
Oh Bittersweet
I hope to survive
Like Gatorade Lime
This trip has been challenging and amazing thus far. My Dad is a great travel companion. Words do not do him justice.
My cousin's daughter, Nichole, is having a very intense multi-organ surgery tomorrow. If you could remember her in your prayers that would be much appreciated by all members of my family.
Peace and love.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
In sunny CA
Pictures:
1- Building the Bobs (Not a flattering pic. We're in the garage of the Geierstanger's beautiful Mission-style house. Of note: their washer and dryer are in the garage. Since I've always lived in cold and wintry places, I had never seen this.)
2- Ocean background
3- Biking- see the hot air balloon?
Sorry I can't rotate the pic
My Dad and I, along with all of our luggage!, made it to San Diego. Upon arrival, we were told we would be facing the coldest days of the year. Thus far, we are tolerating the 65 degree and sunny weather quite well. It looks, smells and tastes tropical. We are staying with the daughter of our neighbors in North Oaks. The Geierstangers and their lovely daughters have been so hospitable.
I'm pretty sure that the number of convertibles I saw today equals the number of convertibles I have seen in my entire life. I have yet to see a Subaru.
Today we built our bikes and trailers and explored locally to make sure everything was functioning properly. We also biked to Torrey Pine State Park. Tomorrow morning we plan to start our journey and ease into the trip.
My poor mother. In a loving way, she threatened that I owe her 10 grandchildren for stealing my Dad away from her.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Heading to California...today!
Picture 1: My Dad packing
2: The flowers from Dale!
3: My Momma
So we're off to the airport in about two hours. Jill and her bf Al went back to Madison this morning. As Jill would say, our mom is a sad panda. I don't think I'm a bad daughter, but it certainly doesn't seem like a good daughter would abandon her mother and steal away her Dad for two months! She'll be so happy when we "return of our own volition." Keep her company if you're near her.
In other news, both Jill and Mitra got Teach for America. I'm happy and proud that they earned this opportunity, but I'm not completely convinced this is the right challenge for Jill. I 100% believe she is up to the challenge, but I think her strengths and passions are elsewhere. Should she chose to do it, she'll be in Atlanta.
Yesterday Dale sent me flowers. (Yesterday was HIS birthday.) My Mom, Jill and I had just finished fleurishing (it's what we Klosterwomen do) when the delivery man arrived at our door. The flowers are beautiful. So romantic, so thoughtful.
We've all been saying many prayers for discernment and safety.
Time for one more lunch.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Pictures
1. Doing things the way sisters do them.
2. Dale and the snow visited Minnesota!
3. My Dad and I posing with our fancy new bikes.
4. A family picture where none of us look particularly good.
Friday, January 4, 2008
Patterns
First, here are my answers to some commonly asked questions:
1. When do you leave? What are your initial plans?
My Dad and I will fly from Minneapolis/St. Paul to San Diego on Wednesday, January 9th. We are going to stay with Mark & Mary Peterson's (North Oaks neighbors) daughter. Since we will be taking our bikes on the plane, we will have them rebuilt on Thursday and will locally tour around to make sure they are structurally sound. On Friday we will likely start our journey by placing our tires in the ocean. From there, we will head east.
2. What will your accommodations be?
We plan to camp and stay in hotels. Numerous variables will influence our decisions.
3. What is your final destination?
St. Augustine, Florida
4. Can I still donate to CES?
YES! DEFINITELY. If you would like to improve the living conditions of the developmentally disabled adults that I serve, please send your checks, payable to CES, to:
PO Box 4259 Jackson, WY 83001 Memo: Dreams on Wheels
Thank you for your donation if you've already given!!
5. Are you ready?
Yes. But really, what else would I say? I have a travel companion, maps, a one-way ticket, a brand new bike and a strong sense of adventure... this is going to be great.
I titled the name of this post "Patterns," because I feel a pattern of my life will repeat itself. Before every major change in my life, I have cried. My parents have reminded me that after every first day of school I cried. Not because it was bad, but because it was change. I am leaving behind my Mom's DELICIOUS food, a real bed, jobs I enjoy, co-workers I adore, a Mom, a Sister, friends, DALE!...the temporary absence of these things is very bittersweet. Ironically, I have always cried at the end of every year of school, job, etc. I'll cry, but this change is something that I want.
6. What have you been up to lately?
Eating. My parents have clearly mastered the art of portion control because they smother their food with copious amounts of butter, cream, etc. They regularly use a full pound butter dish. We've also gone through multiple gallon-size pails of ice cream in the past couple weeks.
Cooking. This is not a shock for anyone that knows my Mom. We have used her oven more times in one day than I use mine in an average month.
Being outside. Cross-country skiing, walking, running, sledding
Organizing. Sorting things for the bike trip. Deciding that I'm not going to haul make-up (darn!- sarcasm). Getting rid of childhood junk.
Talking endlessly with my Mom and Sister. Jill has a big life. My Mom is very wise and gives me heaps of advice about everything. I mean everything.
Watching the news. Minnesota is a great place to live.
Petting Swede, the rotund cat.
Socializing.
Talking to Al, Jill's new boyfriend. He's made a good impression thus far (He's been here for about 10 hours).
Talking to Dale on the phone. It sucks that he went back to Wyoming.
Good night!
1. When do you leave? What are your initial plans?
My Dad and I will fly from Minneapolis/St. Paul to San Diego on Wednesday, January 9th. We are going to stay with Mark & Mary Peterson's (North Oaks neighbors) daughter. Since we will be taking our bikes on the plane, we will have them rebuilt on Thursday and will locally tour around to make sure they are structurally sound. On Friday we will likely start our journey by placing our tires in the ocean. From there, we will head east.
2. What will your accommodations be?
We plan to camp and stay in hotels. Numerous variables will influence our decisions.
3. What is your final destination?
St. Augustine, Florida
4. Can I still donate to CES?
YES! DEFINITELY. If you would like to improve the living conditions of the developmentally disabled adults that I serve, please send your checks, payable to CES, to:
PO Box 4259 Jackson, WY 83001 Memo: Dreams on Wheels
Thank you for your donation if you've already given!!
5. Are you ready?
Yes. But really, what else would I say? I have a travel companion, maps, a one-way ticket, a brand new bike and a strong sense of adventure... this is going to be great.
I titled the name of this post "Patterns," because I feel a pattern of my life will repeat itself. Before every major change in my life, I have cried. My parents have reminded me that after every first day of school I cried. Not because it was bad, but because it was change. I am leaving behind my Mom's DELICIOUS food, a real bed, jobs I enjoy, co-workers I adore, a Mom, a Sister, friends, DALE!...the temporary absence of these things is very bittersweet. Ironically, I have always cried at the end of every year of school, job, etc. I'll cry, but this change is something that I want.
6. What have you been up to lately?
Eating. My parents have clearly mastered the art of portion control because they smother their food with copious amounts of butter, cream, etc. They regularly use a full pound butter dish. We've also gone through multiple gallon-size pails of ice cream in the past couple weeks.
Cooking. This is not a shock for anyone that knows my Mom. We have used her oven more times in one day than I use mine in an average month.
Being outside. Cross-country skiing, walking, running, sledding
Organizing. Sorting things for the bike trip. Deciding that I'm not going to haul make-up (darn!- sarcasm). Getting rid of childhood junk.
Talking endlessly with my Mom and Sister. Jill has a big life. My Mom is very wise and gives me heaps of advice about everything. I mean everything.
Watching the news. Minnesota is a great place to live.
Petting Swede, the rotund cat.
Socializing.
Talking to Al, Jill's new boyfriend. He's made a good impression thus far (He's been here for about 10 hours).
Talking to Dale on the phone. It sucks that he went back to Wyoming.
Good night!
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