When I was in High School I was never too concerned about final exams. I managed to keep my grade point average high enough that I would have to flunk the final to get a B.
The Cascades seem to me to be a type of final test…ride 4000 miles to get strong enough to cross the Five passes to the Puget Sound. On paper they are very intimidating and there’s is no free ride for having done well from Maine to Newport, Washington.
Continue reading “Day 62 A “Prelim” Before the Tests”
Imagine a third of the riders with diarrhea, nausea, and vomiting in a small cramped park with a simple outhouse and a pump spigot from a well for water. Even this is beyond a normal “getting out of your comfort zone”.
This year things turn out much better.
Continue reading “Day 61 Three Churches”
Contrasts in life are essential…
salt and pepper, black and white, hot and cold, Jesuit Priests and Whores…welcome to the Panhandle of Idaho.
Continue reading “Day 60 Meeting Needs in the Panhandle”
48 miles in I suddenly remember the ride…memory is such a fickle thing. This morning other riders asked me what the day would be like and for the life of me I could recall nothing…a blank slate.
Continue reading “Day 59 The Beauties of Montana”
Getting lost and surviving it with a smile is a sign of maturity on the ride. Hats off to both Wildflowers today who both logged extra miles…not me…
Continue reading “Day 58 Koocanusa Lake”
So far we have flirted with our neighbor to the North but never been within 30 miles of the border except back East a million years ago at Niagara Falls.
Continue reading “Day 57 Eureka”
Today is a rest day with Rick and Fran.
I slept next to these beauties last night.
Regardless of the strength every metal accumulates stress and reaches a breaking point.
So too does the human mind and body on these rides.
Continue reading “Day 55 Raising the Flag”
Today we all get up early so that we will be on the road as the sun rises painting the valley ahead.
Continue reading “Day 54 Going to the Sun Road”
Today for the first time on the ride we start with the Rockies in clear view. The majestic snow capped peaks span the entire horizon to the West as far as the eye can see.
They seem an impenetrable Wall and I wonder how the original settlers must have gasped at the idea of crossing them in covered wagons.
Continue reading “Day 53 Transformations”