Trek to Reenergize America -- Colorado Route

20 Miles Till DC!

2009-07-26T06:42:00.000-07:00

We are rolling with about 40 people right now! We will be picking up
more people every few miles!

Crossing the Appalachians!

2009-07-19T12:51:00.000-07:00

12 Miles till Charleston!

2009-07-17T12:52:00.000-07:00

In Huntington, WV

2009-07-16T22:59:00.001-07:00

After a long day involving 3 flats in the first half mile we caught a
ride into Huntington! Our host, Andrew Rivas, has been amazing! A
wonderful dinner and a tour of the town with all of his cycling
friends!!!

Headed into Charleston tomorrow to meet the Seattle group!!!

Friday July 3, 2009

2009-07-16T14:42:00.000-07:00

Friday July 3, 2009

    As we rode through Missouri, on the historic Katy trail, we were extremely grateful for the shade and flatness, compared to the never-ending hills of Kansas with an inconvenient heat wave of 106 degrees. The 2nd day on the Katy trail, Remy and Lucy booked it to St. Louis to get a computer fixed while Kelly and I rode on at a slower pace, to meet up with Stephanie, Ryan, and Paul, the riders that would be joining us. After sleeping through lightning storms and truly bonding, Kelly and I met Ryan and Stephanie and began our journey with them. We drilled them with questions about everything, attempting to get to know them better, and had a jolly old time. Only a few days later, in Tebetts, Missouri, we met Paul baker, the rider from Owensville, Missouri, who had found us on the internet. Right away, we were fortunate to realize that Paul was just perfect for our group. He added an element of entertainment and humor that was essential to our sanity. Right away, Kelly, Paul and I were bickering like we had known each other for forever. We are very fortunate to jive so well.

    We rode on with our new additions to the group, going at a relaxed pace, and enjoying the break. When we arrived in St. Louis, we were to meet Lucy and Remy to find our host. We waited in a park by a lake, and ended up consuming an entire package of Pringles in about 20 minutes and regretting it immensely afterwards. As we were sitting there, a youthful looking woman approached and asked us what we were doing. After giving her a summary, she left saying how she wished she had done something like that at our age. She then proceeded to come back 15 minutes later with a wad of ten 20 dollar bills to donate! We were in shock, and thanked her countless times, not believing our luck. The people who choose to donate to movements like ours are so honorable, we appreciate them more than they could possibly imagine.

    After regrouping, we pushed our bikes up 215 stairs to the top of a hill, where we met Sean McDonald, our host. He took us to his house in Creve Coeur where his son had made an amazing spicy eggplant pasta, butternut squash, sweet corn, and French bread dinner. The McDonalds were incredibly kind, and perfect hosts. We all got to sleep in beds and were served an amazing breakfast the next morning! After regrettably leaving the next morning, we got six flats and the group ended up splitting up. We planned to meet up in the next town, Festus. Lucy, Remy, and I arrived first, and after shopping for a little while, Kelly sprinted into the store and said, breathless, I got three flats so we hitchhiked, and Ryan and Stephanie turned back to St. Louis! It was so bizarre; Ryan had Stephanie had left our lives as suddenly as they had entered it. We were disappointed to have not been able to say goodbye and discuss their decision, and the rest of the journey would be very different without them.

    In Festus we ended up staying with Suanne, a women who asked us what we were doing, singing in front of the grocery store. She had 18 rabbits, all of which had names and personalities. Suanne and her husband were very kind to provide us with a grill and platter so that we could make our quesadillas, and we got to know them very well. They were honorable people who truly showed how perseverance could really pay off.
    Over the next few days, we traveled from Missouri to Illinois passing through Chester, Illinois, the home of Popeye, among other places. This is the end of our trip with just five people, as we will meet Nathalie in Carbondale.

Anne Caroline

3 Flat Tires and We Havent Left Town!

2009-07-16T09:04:00.000-07:00

Interview at the Forecastle Festival - 7/11/09

2009-07-16T06:33:00.000-07:00

Camped out in the Fire House! Olive Hill, KY

2009-07-16T06:16:00.000-07:00

Headed to Huntington, WV today.

Kentucky is Amazing!

2009-07-09T20:50:00.000-07:00

Hello from Kentucky! The state of craggy hills, winding roads and speckles of summer blossoms. I am seriously, without a doubt, totally head over heels for this state.

We're currently in Morehead, Kentucky teetering along the edge of the West Virginia boarder. The past few days have been, besides breathtaking and life changing, a series of unrelenting hills leading us on our way to the good 'ol Appalachians. With only two more days as the Colorado sector, where we'll be meeting up with 30 other riders from the Trek, I am a little nostalgic.

Okay... a lot to say, so I guess I'll scratch the surface a bit:

Since the last time I wrote we've found ourselves bumming rides off of church deacons, camping in cockroach havens, staying in 100 year old mansions with environmentalist, swimming under the full moon in a pool with Abba booming over loud speakers, baking garlic pasta and munching brownie slabs with a professional chef, camping in national forests in forgotten pioneer homestead hidden in the hills, and sharing belly laughs beside misty midnight lakes.

Finally, we made it to Louisville (pronounced without vowels apparently) Kentucky, where synchronicity has struck yet again. We just so happen to have rolled in to town the very day the national Forecastle Festival, a massive music, arts, and activism event, was taking place. After a few catchy emails, name throwing, and good timing, we found ourselves toting black and white VIP wristbands on our way to see the Black Keys for free. Luckily Louisville was our planned rest day, so we were able to stay for the entire festival and use our VIP passes to interview all of the bands about their opinions aboutenvironmental changes. It was...amazing. I've never been to a true festival before, and a conglomeration of barefooted, happy, hippypeople, good tunes reverberating off of skyscrapers, and free bike valet parking made the experience exceptional. We were luckily enough to have a one on one interview with the festival media and publicise the purpose of the ride, as well as run into several local news reporters. By the end of the festival we were feeling pretty good about ourselves, as people would walk by and say "Oh hey! Are you the bikers?" Our little taste of fame was pretty fun. First time raving in fountains and being able to see the world's largest baseball bat were also a plus.

We also were able to meet with the the founder of Bicycling for Louisville, a non-profit that encourages bicycling in the region, for breakfast as well as several other members. I had the chance to talk to a women who was involved in reducing child obesity in Kentucky (which apparently the stats suggest is 1 in every 3 kids). It really made me re-evaluate the way I looked at the roads around me, considering much of what she was talking about was related to transit. Most of the roads in lower income parts of the city don't have side walks and ways of moving around safely and actively, thus ensuring people rely on gas guzzling means. Also, many parts of the city (as well as small towns) don't even have a fresh produce carrier...making gas station and White Castle a staple out of default. More mind food to chew on in attempt to save the world.

Another amazing person we met with was Ben Evans from yert. com (check it out...seriously it is SO COOL!) who travelled to all 50 states in 1 year talking about environmental issues and filming a documentary about the critical issues our nation faces today. Inspiring was an understatement.

Next on the list was Shelbyville, where we were able to visit an organic farm called Earth's Promise. This particular farm was focused on chickens, with an environmental twist. Being a product of a promise to the earth made in a Native American sweat lodge, it was created as a means to produce food that supports the ecosystem and increases health of the futuer generations. In exchange for a decadently cooked organicomelet and french toast breakfast, made with raw milk butter, cheese and homemade cinnamon bread, we were put to work by feeding hordes of turkeys their morning meal. This proved it to me: real food just TASTES BETTER. I would not be surprised if I talked about that meal for hours after eating it.

In Lexington we were housed by a friend, Tim Buckingham, a member of Kentuckians for Commonwealth and avid cyclist. Tim threw us a huge cyclist party, with the intent of inviting all of the people in Lexington who are involved with the environmental movement, including journalists, graphic designers, social workers, and even inventors (of a bike power smoothie machine). Tim has been activelyinvolved in fighting for the end of mountain top removal, a massive problem plaguing much of Kentucky. Being able to talk with him was insightful and empowering.

Okay...so we're slowly being kicked out of the computer lab because we've been on the computers too long, so I suspect I am next to get the boot, so I'll sum up the past few days like so:

Gobs of flowers, mansions upon hills, Saudi Arabian horse trading industry, camping in the middle of a derby race track, loving life, and on our way to the EAST COAST ALAS! Only 12 more days to go, and find myself equally jovial and devastated. I urge all, ride a bike. :)

Illinois & Beyond!

2009-07-06T20:49:00.000-07:00

Hello from eastern Illinois!

Sorry for the incredible lack of communication. We've quite literally had no Internet or phone for days on end (mine getting in a fight with an epic lightening storm, resulting in it's demise, has not helped). Really, smoke signals have had their appeal. :) But finally we're broke down in a little town in the middle of the Midwest due to spoke problems, and the ambulance station (the only mechanic in town) is right across from a dazzling, air conditioned public library oasis. A sticky combination of too much to say, limited time, and a memory where city parks are beginning to blend, will probably result in a post a little less than par. But...se la vie.

Okay: I left off at Clinton, Missouri. The head of the Katy trail. The trail itself was a thin slice of heaven spanning the hilly "show it all" state...and we were very happy for that. The night before we left we ended up meeting up with two guys from Peru who had just finished the trail, and we're informed of its in's and out's over some sweet guitar and stars. Most of the trail is sandwiched in between thick wooded areas and farms, speckled occasionally with back road towns (most not even having a grocery store). We met up with Stephanie, Ryan and Paul along the way, making our group a whopping 7 people. There is too much to say about the Katy, so I will present a list in hopes ofencompassing a bit: camping huddled under a rain fly in an epic Missouri thunderstorm, hitting an armadillo via bike whilst reopening my knee, night ride forest paths lit by fireflies, a bike hostel with ping pong tables galore, small town picnic and pork steak sandwiches,astrological readings behind sappy cowboy performances, camping in a Christmas colored, neon sheep farm, and being fed the most gourmetlunch of my life under a pavilion next to the Missouri river, andexperiencing the true Missouri cuisine of fried gizzards, gooey butter cake, and what is known as "toasted ravioli." Basically: besides a slew of flat tires due to crushed limestone roads, the Katy has been one of the best places I've seen so far.

Next stop was St. Louis!
YAY! We finally made it to a real city....which also means city riding.Ouchy. Riding with cars and people is totally different than the placidity of dear Kansas. In light of a slight personal vendetta I have, I must admit, St. Louis was one of the most hospitable places we've gone through so far. We stayed with an amazing family in the suburbs, who cooked us a dinner that was just slight of divinity. They had razors, soap, shampoo, fresh towels and made up beds for us all, as well as a bag of bagels to send us on our way after a full course breakfast. Some people are so selfless, I am humbled by the kindness. (another example is randomly talking to a stranger in a park about our trip, and after about 5 minutes she came back with a wad of $200 as a contribution to our cause)...sigh.

The next day we woke up and had a full day of just city riding (meaning it would take us all day to get across St. Louis). After 7 flat tires total, Paul and I found ourselves stranded from the group with no tubes for my tires (which was ironic...considering that morning I was laughing about how many extra tubes I had). After hitchhiking to the nearest town, we came 5 minutes after the only bike shop in town closed. So... not surprisingly we found ourselves out of options, marooned at a super market, sitting on the ground engrossed in a group sing a long. This seemed to be the best resolution to the problem at the time, and was actually the catalyst for a discussion with a stranger who eventually offered her yard for the night and her pickup as a means oftransportation. Once again...kindness of strangers.

This particular house was....quite honestly the most bizarre place I have EVER slept. A bright blue farm house (painted to honor the blueness of our her father's eyes) stuck haphazardly in between rows of sunflowers atop a sharp rolling hill. Usually this would be not so strange, but in combination with 18 bunny rabbits wandering the yard and stacked in cages, a memory garden comprised of tacky statues and fake flowers, and a man who liked to knit and had recently had 6 heart bypasses....I found the circumstances borderline hysterical. Some times life deals you random cards. We found ourselves hunched over a small BBQ grill with a metal platter melting cheese and apples on tortillas listening to our host's theories on out of body experience and "happy places" (which she later tried to induce on me by holding my temples). Hah. Neato.

The next day I was finally able to get my tubes, after swerving in and out of hills and touring the flood areas of the town in an old pick up. We road to Chester, Illinois. Chester, in comparison to our previous night, I thought could not be any weirder. Annnd..I was wrong. Chester is what is known as "The Home of Popeye." Meaning everything in sight isPopeye themed. Gas stations, laundry mats, restaurants either had spinach or sailor outfits painted on the sides. We went to a small homestead in the middle of town where it seemed everyone knew one another, besides us of course, being the spandex clad outsiders. Here I experienced an Illinois speciality known as a "One Hot Pony," which is basically potato chips, nacho cheese, bright red hot sauce, and a slab of chicken wedged amongst the mess.

The next day we road to Carbondale, marking HALFWAY for us. Yay! We stayed with a friend of Lucy's she met last time she road, Aur, owner of a solar power business, a kick ass cook, and the BEST salsa dancer in the state of Illinois. After getting a pannier rack set up on my bike, indulging in a fine Thai dinner thanks to Natalie (the last rider to join us) and her mom, and boxing up the trailer I had been carrying (which weighed 33 pounds!) to send back to our friend in Kansas, Aur informed us that the next morning he was planning on leaving for the nation's oldest hippy commune and would like if we could join him. UM HELLO!? Yes.

The next morning all of sandwiched into Aur's hippy van, picked up ahitchhiker or two along the way, and jammed out to jazz all the way to southern Tennessee (217 miles off route). The hippy commune was first started back in the 60's, after sending a fleet of beat up school buses across the country on search for fertile land. We were there just in time for their annual festival, known as Ragweed, celebrating a time where the commune was busted for pot plants spotted from planes, which turned out to be just a field of ragweed (a harmless, totally nothallucinogenic, weed that grows all over the state). In order to commemorate the event, they celebrate every year with fireworks, dance, vegan food, and an array of brightly colored clothes. It was a sight to be seen. We found ourselves munching organic salad and soy ice cream made at their own local farm and touring their solar power, alternative thinking elementary school. Also, interestingly enough, I ended up running into a guy from Goucher! The world is small.

Like clockwork, the sun set and lightening and rain followed. Dancing to Bob Marley bare foot in a hippy commune marks what is probably one of the most memorable 4th of July's I'll ever see.

That morning we woke up, after all huddling in the hippy van for shelter, and drove to a blueberry farm. After parking the car a ways back and tip toeing to the field, we picked about 10 pounds of berries for theroad. Dew drops, fresh leaves, wet earth and about 310 blueberries in my stomach, we decided there is very little things more religious than being humbled by nature in such a way on a Sunday morning.

Anyways: Now we're in Mt. Vernon, Illinois, waiting to fix a broken spoke. Tomorrow we'll be in Indiana. Only 20 more days left on the Trek and I am starting to fear going back to normal life. Living in aperma-high off of endorphins, experiencing the will and way of the universe pushing us into different situations, and never resting my head in the same place twice will all be hard to give up.

We made it to Missouri!

2009-06-25T20:48:00.000-07:00

Howdy!!!

Long time no post, lo siento. :) Internet/time has had its scarcities. BUT! We are now officially in Clinton, Missouri alive and full of amazing people, food, hospitality and sore joints. Gosh y'all, life is delicious. I guess the best way of tackling this is to split things by towns and go from there.

Lindsborg, Kansas (Little Sweden):
This town....wow. We've dubbed it Pleasantville USA. After a, roughly speaking, tragic morning of hills, wind, and sun, we rolled in toLindsborg, Kansas. The parenthetical reference is not some snide joke; rather, its actual nickname. About 20 miles or so before we approachedthe town, we met a bunch of truckers and had a lovely lunch of warm food and tornado talk, upon which we were informed about Lindsborg, a place we just assumed to be another spot on the map, was "a real artsy and international and such place," to put it verbatim. When we finally got there, we soon realized that they weren't kidding. We were greeted by happily painted horses on every street corner, sappy Swedish tunes being projected from mounted speakers on street lamps, and lettering that seemed far too foreign for my eyes to make sense of: IT WAS SWEDEN....in Kansas. :) After a chance encounter with one of the sweetest ladies around, a local named Peggy Johnson, we were soon being whizzed around the town in her car to the nearest recycling place for a personal tour, housed in our own house by a local church, and invited to taco salad at 6:00 at the Johnson's. Afterwards we were told that the following day was what the Swedes call Midsummer's festival.. After dinner and decorating a may pole with Peggy's daughter, Ronda, who was an avid bicyclist, we all went down to the park for a jazz concert. Dancing, fireflies, and traditional Swedish strawberry desserts, one could say the night was a success.

In light of the festivities, we decided to spare our rest day and stay for the following night. The next day, we discovered that the generosity of the town was not just luck encounter, but a seemingly universal truth. We were invited for dinner at the pastor's house for taco salad at 6:00...again. Beautiful. While we were there we were told that there was a tornado warning coming directly towards, and to take cover. Luckily it didn't hit the town, but was exhilarating all the same.

One last thought about Lindsborg: IT HAS A CASTLE! How amazingly cool is that?

Marion, Kansas:

The hospitality of Kansas continues... After rolling into a totally deserted town due to the entire town partaking in Sunday Mass, we ate lunch in a "God Bless America" gazebo, and ran into anothersynchronistic friend. As part of the documentary we go around towns and ask cyclists we see about why they ride their bikes. In this case, the biker we asked happened to be Harry Bennett, just about the only local in town who rides his bike. We asked if it'd be possible to chat in the park for a bit after discovering he was not only an avid rider (carrying a running record of 100's of days going without using a car) but also an organic farmer and highly knowledgeable about environmental issues. After having an amazing talk, he was kind enough to invite us to stay the night in his house (meaning a warm bed! YES!) and tour his organic farm. That night we went for a picnic in the Flint Hills (an area of beautiful rolling hills and flowing grass) as part of a Japanese movement to not use electronics for two hours. We met a friend of his who recently got back from his second time working at the South Pole, and were schooled in all of its wonders. Very neat stuff. The combination of organic homegrown food, a shepard's dog I found and adopted as my BFF, and bight pink thunderheads contrasting against the golden hills...it was basically of divine proportion.

Emporia, Kansas:

Yet again, Jung would be proud. After meeting up with Remy's sister, Anne Caroline, and finding a safe haven in an air conditioned coffee shop, we happen to run in to another incredible person: Ben Stallings. Ben had recently cycled across the United States for an entire year and fully aware of the blessing that hospitality is, he offered to stay at hishouse. Interestingly enough he was also an expert about environmentalsustainability, permaculture gardening, and minimizing electricity usage. A dinner of fried rice with vegetables from his garden and a bike ride to a delicious ice cream shop- we couldn't be more appreciative.

More so, however, I am personally appreciative of Ben and his wife for their kindness. Emporia was my last hope for a new pannier rack, seeing as mine was dying a spoke snapping death. Unfortunately the bike shop did not have anything remotely suitable and a new trailer was out of the question financially. As a product, Ben offered to let me use the trailer he took with him around the country. It's sentimental value must be vast. Especially considering the trailer is a handmade model originally used as a bicycling recycling carrier in the city, in places cars were unable to go. This particular model was made of the veryaluminum recycled by the program. I am touched, thankful, and honored to be able to ride with it. Although my legs are taking a bit to adjust to the added weight, considering the trailer is larger than my bike and twice the weight of my stuff, I am inconceivably thankful. :) There is something to be said about passing on kindness.

FINALLY:
We are now in Clinton, Missouri. Just met up with the two other riders for California, Stephanie and Ryan. After two days of heat, winding gravel back roads, Amish communities and 12 hour days of non-stoppeddling...I am pleased to be here. Clinton marks the starting point to the Katy Trail, which is an old railway bed converted to a bike path that spans Missouri. Saying goodbye to paved roads until St. Louis is a little bit sad, especially since I am the only rider with lame-o road tires, but it should be fun.

Anywho...time is running out, my fingers hurt, and you're probably overwhelmed with words, so I will stop. Thanks to all who have donated, we really appreciated your support.

Dirty, gleeful, passion filled, and blessed with friendship, tata for now