I am currently lounging on the patio of a coffee shop in downtown Boise, enjoying a faint breeze and tapping my feet to sounds of The Killers. Relaxed, tranquil, at peace...all fail to give this condition justice. How did I come to find myself here? Let's rewind...
Departing from Burley, I was introduced to miles of Idaho farms, a lusher version of the Southern plains of miles past. Yet when I was convinced that Idaho was flat, we arrive at our fantastic lunch spot: the Shoshone Falls. They are a definite treasure of the West. Finishing off the last of my vegan chili creation, I rode on solo to Gooding. Arriving hours ahead of the rest of the crew, I planned to explore the town and hit the library. My plans changed instantly when I met a modern version of the kids from The Sandlot. Their motley jumble of neighborhood friends encircled me, fascinated with the spandex'ed cyclist in purple high socks. Proud elder leader Brendan, quiet and confident Jeremy, eager to please TJ, the blond twins Bailey and Brandon, the tomboy Hayley, and energy loaded tiny Peanut will always exist in my memory. I soon learned they were traipsing all over town searching for their lost chihuahua. With the gang alongside, we spent the next hour hollering "Bella," informing local police and animal control, and asking locals for possible sightings. Fortunately, the canine adventurer was recovered and order was restored. I loved it. The rest of afternoon was spent bouncing on their trampoline and chasing down the ice cream truck. I think I am now a honorable member of the troupe. The evening's highlight was an engaging discussion land development policy and its impact on affordable housing. I love when I get to be a kid and adult in the same day.
The next morning I took off for Mountain Home, ID with Bryant. While the morning went fairly smoothly, riding the Oregon Trail admiring the winding Snake river and Idaho's surprisingly frequent canyons, it turned troublesome post lunch. We were greeted with stiff headwinds and barren stretches of uphill roads. Grinding out pedal stroke after pedal stroke, we found ourselves having only crawled feet forward. Several miles in, Bryant and I looked at each other exasperated. We hopped off our steeds, sat down and collected ourselves mentally. Making a pledge of destination ice cream, receiving an uplifting text from a friend, and firing up some music helped us power through to the conclusion. Once there, we puttered around town, finding a nifty thrift shop where I may have went a tad overboard. One impeccable purchase there was a pair of red, white and blue streamers, pimpin' the patriotic pride of my ride to new levels.
A short ride later, I found myself in the urban haven of Idaho: Boise. With an assortment of novel neighborhoods, a restaurant-laden downtown designed for walking, and an exceptional concentration of city greenery, I have quickly become fond of this city. The true treasure of my Boise experience is Laura Minskoff and her welcoming family. This hip, affable friend from Penn greeted me upon arrival, hosting me as if I were royalty. Along with her sassy yet sophisticated friend, we went to local treasures like Blue Cow and Goody's for treats (yes two different ice cream trips in a day) and saw the newest Harry Potter film. Her magnanimous mother took us all to dinner at an upscale restaurant Berryhill, where I savored succulent Pear Pizza and Angry Pasta. Driving through town, the ladies educated me to the historical, religious, political, and trivial knowledge of state capital. I spent the night at their luxurious home, sleeping in a bed better kept than any hotel. Reading this, you are thinking one thing...adjective overload. Clearly he must be exaggerating. No, dear reader. It was that great. To return a small portion of the favor, I used my early rising habits to whip up a batch of banana pancakes for my hosts. Beyond this, all I have is words. Thank you so much!
Speaking of appreciation, there are some dedications in order. My next two rides into Oregon are for my Penn friends who donated to my affordable housing adventure. Civic House superstars Nick Eng, Rebecca Zeitels and Ashley Templeton are my admired partners in creating a better planet. Alternate Spring Break leaders Fred Yoo, Andrew Weinhold, and Cara Bumgardner served the same cause, validating my efforts and encouraging me to do more. I am glad to know I am returning to an institution that boasted such impressive humans. Thank you for helping me help others.
I am coming upon the final days of my adventure. Tomorrow I ride into a my final state (Oregon) and the town of Ontario, then onto Juntura, and finally Burns. There I will be picked up by my mom and dear family friend Jeanne Enders. Now a Portland resident, she knew me from childhood as my parents' dear friend in Chicago. She is being unbelievably supportive on this trip with her online comments and helping execute my plan to drive up to east of Portland for my ride to the Pacific on August 2. For that reason, I dedicate my August 1 ride to her. Thank you for being you. Then Sunday it will be over. I will have done more than 3,000 miles, built a house, met countless Americans and seen my home country in an unbelievably fashion. Woah.
Back to the present...I've got the urge to stroll here in Boise, so I best be off. Lesson of the day: enjoy the occasional slow morning. Savor!
Our Route!
Charleston, SC to Santa Cruz, CA: May 26 to August 14
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
I Need a Potato
Into Idaho! Finally feeling like myself again, as Dane, Ruben and I concluded our 80 mile ride into Burley averaging better that 20 mph. We arrived to indulge in 55 cent ice cream cones: greatest deal ever. I am pumped to be in yet another state, anxious to learn all that I can about it.
The last state deserves a little love, so please take a gander at my photos here. I think you'll enjoy (there are some sweet Slip and Slide shots).
The last three rides (into Brigham City, Snowville, and Burley) and tomorrow's 82 mile ride where we get to see the famous Shoshone Falls, the Niagara of the West, are devoted to my amazing Rochester supporters. They most definitely deserve this 250 mile span. Let's run through these donors...
The Halls(Robert and Deborah)...Parents of my dear friend Ryan, these fascinating intellectuals continue their history of overwhelming kindness. They hosted me for my entire senior year of high school! No matter how straight arrow I was most of the time, this surely was no easy task. Thank you.
Renee Smith...Longtime friend of my mother, the only wrong with this lady is her love of the Michigan State Spartans. Always warm and friendly to my sisters and I, I thank you and hope you are doing wonderfully.
The Barbatos (Linda and Lauren)...My good friend Lauren, a recent traveling adventurer in her own right, and her welcoming mother always make my return to my childhood home enjoyable. I wish them only the best (and the Red Sox to claim division leadership).
The Nelson Crew (Paul, Beth, Maeve, Ike, and Fiona)...This wild bunch never stops helping me feel like their fourth child. Wrestling the twins, hearing about Maeve's legendary karate skills, or just sitting in their living room, I've been fortunate to have home with them. Thanks for being you.
Wennie, Kevin, Emma, Freddie, and Sasha...Even though Loren and my hope that Eleanor and Freddie will marry to officially bring you all into our family, you've been great friends from the beginning. I hope the whole gang is doing great and appreciate your kind gift.
Oh and I did get an Idaho baked spud. Phew. 4 hours into the state and they load ya up. You should have seen this 6 year old boy go to town on this feast! Smothered it with olives, onions, and butter then dove in. I am trying his technique next time, which likely will be tomorrow's dinner. Looking forward to it!
The last state deserves a little love, so please take a gander at my photos here. I think you'll enjoy (there are some sweet Slip and Slide shots).
The last three rides (into Brigham City, Snowville, and Burley) and tomorrow's 82 mile ride where we get to see the famous Shoshone Falls, the Niagara of the West, are devoted to my amazing Rochester supporters. They most definitely deserve this 250 mile span. Let's run through these donors...
The Halls(Robert and Deborah)...Parents of my dear friend Ryan, these fascinating intellectuals continue their history of overwhelming kindness. They hosted me for my entire senior year of high school! No matter how straight arrow I was most of the time, this surely was no easy task. Thank you.
Renee Smith...Longtime friend of my mother, the only wrong with this lady is her love of the Michigan State Spartans. Always warm and friendly to my sisters and I, I thank you and hope you are doing wonderfully.
The Barbatos (Linda and Lauren)...My good friend Lauren, a recent traveling adventurer in her own right, and her welcoming mother always make my return to my childhood home enjoyable. I wish them only the best (and the Red Sox to claim division leadership).
The Nelson Crew (Paul, Beth, Maeve, Ike, and Fiona)...This wild bunch never stops helping me feel like their fourth child. Wrestling the twins, hearing about Maeve's legendary karate skills, or just sitting in their living room, I've been fortunate to have home with them. Thanks for being you.
Wennie, Kevin, Emma, Freddie, and Sasha...Even though Loren and my hope that Eleanor and Freddie will marry to officially bring you all into our family, you've been great friends from the beginning. I hope the whole gang is doing great and appreciate your kind gift.
Oh and I did get an Idaho baked spud. Phew. 4 hours into the state and they load ya up. You should have seen this 6 year old boy go to town on this feast! Smothered it with olives, onions, and butter then dove in. I am trying his technique next time, which likely will be tomorrow's dinner. Looking forward to it!
Friday, July 24, 2009
A Day as a Ute
Another one of those short time-limited posts...here goes...
Before departing Salt Lake City, I joined Bryant and Taylor on a tour of the Mormon (LDS) downtown campus. We toured temples and tabernacles, mingled with missionaries, and contented ourselves not to convert. Some interesting information to share from this visit (in my rush, I hope these don't offend)...
LDS has a presence in everywhere! 53 languages are spoken by missionary guides there, and one was even born in Tel Aviv. How do you end up Mormon in Israel?
During 18 months of missionary work, men and women my age are not allowed to access news, read non-Bible texts, or seek any documented knowledge outside the faith. Absolutely no TV or Internet. They are supposed to be focused solely on their religious growth. While it is nice to get secluded in the wilderness every once and awhile, I couldn't and wouldn't do it. Why close your eyes to see the truth?
The Tabernacle Choir is the longest running broadcast program in the world. And their location to sing in...HUGE! Seats 21,000 people, which apparently often fills up on major LDS holidays in Salt Lake City.
Even today, the current President of the LDS church is considered a prophet. Anytime a new person becomes president, they become the group's prophet. How's that for a promotion...apostle one day and speaking with God the next!
Mormons are plain nice people. We talked to a lot of them, and you just get a "golly gee, your swell" sort of vibe.
Satisfied with our Salt Lake experience, we continued on through some neat towns like Bountiful and Odgen. Tomorrow is Pioneer Day in Utah, a statewide celebration of the founding of Utah. I think the South and West find more pride in state and the Northeast focuses on pride in USA. Remnant of Civil War? Anywho, we saw many preparations being made for a parade (which hopefully we may see where we are now in Brigham City), with miles of unoccupied chairs reserving spaces for the following day. Amazing community trust, as no belongings were tied or locked down.
Now I do have to run, my health is slowing improving as my time on this trip winds down. We will be out in the middle of nowhere for the next few days, but stayed tuned for the more thrilling adventures of Jon Kole!
Before departing Salt Lake City, I joined Bryant and Taylor on a tour of the Mormon (LDS) downtown campus. We toured temples and tabernacles, mingled with missionaries, and contented ourselves not to convert. Some interesting information to share from this visit (in my rush, I hope these don't offend)...
LDS has a presence in everywhere! 53 languages are spoken by missionary guides there, and one was even born in Tel Aviv. How do you end up Mormon in Israel?
During 18 months of missionary work, men and women my age are not allowed to access news, read non-Bible texts, or seek any documented knowledge outside the faith. Absolutely no TV or Internet. They are supposed to be focused solely on their religious growth. While it is nice to get secluded in the wilderness every once and awhile, I couldn't and wouldn't do it. Why close your eyes to see the truth?
The Tabernacle Choir is the longest running broadcast program in the world. And their location to sing in...HUGE! Seats 21,000 people, which apparently often fills up on major LDS holidays in Salt Lake City.
Even today, the current President of the LDS church is considered a prophet. Anytime a new person becomes president, they become the group's prophet. How's that for a promotion...apostle one day and speaking with God the next!
Mormons are plain nice people. We talked to a lot of them, and you just get a "golly gee, your swell" sort of vibe.
Satisfied with our Salt Lake experience, we continued on through some neat towns like Bountiful and Odgen. Tomorrow is Pioneer Day in Utah, a statewide celebration of the founding of Utah. I think the South and West find more pride in state and the Northeast focuses on pride in USA. Remnant of Civil War? Anywho, we saw many preparations being made for a parade (which hopefully we may see where we are now in Brigham City), with miles of unoccupied chairs reserving spaces for the following day. Amazing community trust, as no belongings were tied or locked down.
Now I do have to run, my health is slowing improving as my time on this trip winds down. We will be out in the middle of nowhere for the next few days, but stayed tuned for the more thrilling adventures of Jon Kole!
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Tummy Tumblings
"Better a diamond with a flaw than a pebble without." ~Confucius
My personal bid for perfection, no days in the van and off the bike, recently came to an end. After 2,478 miles, a stomach virus knocked me out of commission. Here is the (tad graphic) story...
When I last wrote, I had happily arrived in Vernal, UT. The next morning, despite a tad of overeating of brinner (Ruben made amazing pancakes), I took off for 60 miles into Duschene, UT. I felt fantastic in the morning, able to squeeze in a hip hop dancing session as a warmup. Riding with Bryant for the first 42 miles, sluggishness set in, but I just assumed it was a post century dip. Arriving at lunch, disaster struck. As my muscles relaxed, my abdomen suddenly seared with pain. Unaware of the cause, I lay down hoping it would pass. Thirty minutes later, I found no such relief. With the rest of the group leaving, I needed to continue. I had no intentions of packing it in, so I loaded up my water bottles to tough out the final 18 miles. It was a battle I will not soon forget. No matter how much I drank, my mouth went paper dry. I twice regurgitated prior meals off the side of my vehicle, rolling along at a snail's crawl. If not for kind Abby, who chatted with and even sang to me in this reduced state, I wouldn't have rolled into town. All the while, I was befuddled to my illness, thinking I must be dehydrated in the arid Utah weather. When we finally made it in, I drank a Gatorade and some water and curled up on my Thermarest. Again having stopped physical activity, my body reminded me of its ailment. After a half of hour, my intellect trumped my pride and I called over a leader, asking for help. Moments later, I orally ejected the entirety of my stomach contents. On a post puke adrenaline high, I bounced around, convinced I was back in action. The fellow riders, wise to this illness that has affected many in our group, served as the voice of reason, advising me to wait and see. A rough night later, I woke and was desperate to ride, dehydrated and weakened as I was. Jake realized I was in no condition for a grueling 94 mile ride into Provo and stood up to my stubborn foolishness, directing me towards the van. I thank him dearly for his fortitude. The day in the van consisted of sleeping, burping, and general discomfort. As another rider put it, "you were in perpetual fetal position." Sipping on Ginger Ale and gnawing on Wheat Thins, I regained some of my strength, managing to stroll some of Provo and have a engaging chat with some of the gang at a Chinese Buffet (don't worry, I didn't partake).
The following morning, we had a Habitat work day in Provo. We did a good bit of rehabilitation on the home, mixing some demolition and construction on the same site. Feeling better, I dove into the provided lunch and dinner of salads, sandwiches and a cookie or two. Sadly, my gut microflora weren't too keen on my ravenous return to eating. I awoke this morning completely dehydrated, again stabbed with stomach pain. Desperate to ride, I gulped as much water as I could. Minutes later, bouts of diarrhea foiled any hydration attempts. Curled on the bathroom floor in my spandex, I nearly cried. I committed to this ride to help others, so many people gave to my efforts, all you have to do is ride your flippin' bike! Despite my pleas to my body to hold water, I found myself in the van again. Although I gulped enough Gatorade in the morning to hop back on the bike midway and eek out the last 17 miles to Salt Lake City, I still feel ill.
Reflecting on this mess, I recall the words of my parents and friends: "You're sick, let yourself heal...That is why we have a van...What's shattered? Your pride?...This doesn't take away anything from what you're doing." I am admittedly disappointed, but appropriately and fortunately humbled. Silly as it is, I like to think of myself as a superhero, able to juggle school, family, community service, friends, and fitness without ever dropping the ball. Me get sick? Please. Yet having finished Better, a book admitting imperfection in medicine, I realize that I must recognize my limits. Strive for excellence, yes. Crumple when I've failed, inexusable. The words of Confucius have been of great comfort at this time...
"Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." ~Confucius
I will continue to heal and ready myself for tomorrow's ride for Brigham City. Like today's shortened ride, maybe I won't feel fantastic or cruise with the fast riders, but I will persevere. I will continue to give my best for the affordable housing cause, even if my best isn't perfect.
Other thoughts from the past few days...
I finished Brave New World, which was a fascinating read. A future where comfort and happiness are protected at the cost of creativity and free thought...implausible or destined? Applying the themes to my life, I know I must embrace the fact that I can suffer and think critically. It is okay, no wonderful, that I doubt, dwell, deliberate, and drive myself silly over certain things and thoughts. Good read, a definite recommend.
Utah city planning rocks. The streets are all on a grid, even in the smallest towns, with the number names corresponding to the distance and direction from the city center. 100 W for .1 miles west, 500 N for .5 miles north, etc. Looks like those Mormons were forward thinkers. Speaking of which, their BYU arrangement can't be beat. Mormons pay about $2,000 a year in tuition regardless of their home state. No wonder they have 85% of the student body of 30,000!
I hesitate to announce ride dedications until I know I can complete a ride, so there may be some retroactive thank yous or doubling up. Hopefully not though!
Pictures, which haven't taken great precedence in this state, will be posted when possible. Till then, read on.
My personal bid for perfection, no days in the van and off the bike, recently came to an end. After 2,478 miles, a stomach virus knocked me out of commission. Here is the (tad graphic) story...
When I last wrote, I had happily arrived in Vernal, UT. The next morning, despite a tad of overeating of brinner (Ruben made amazing pancakes), I took off for 60 miles into Duschene, UT. I felt fantastic in the morning, able to squeeze in a hip hop dancing session as a warmup. Riding with Bryant for the first 42 miles, sluggishness set in, but I just assumed it was a post century dip. Arriving at lunch, disaster struck. As my muscles relaxed, my abdomen suddenly seared with pain. Unaware of the cause, I lay down hoping it would pass. Thirty minutes later, I found no such relief. With the rest of the group leaving, I needed to continue. I had no intentions of packing it in, so I loaded up my water bottles to tough out the final 18 miles. It was a battle I will not soon forget. No matter how much I drank, my mouth went paper dry. I twice regurgitated prior meals off the side of my vehicle, rolling along at a snail's crawl. If not for kind Abby, who chatted with and even sang to me in this reduced state, I wouldn't have rolled into town. All the while, I was befuddled to my illness, thinking I must be dehydrated in the arid Utah weather. When we finally made it in, I drank a Gatorade and some water and curled up on my Thermarest. Again having stopped physical activity, my body reminded me of its ailment. After a half of hour, my intellect trumped my pride and I called over a leader, asking for help. Moments later, I orally ejected the entirety of my stomach contents. On a post puke adrenaline high, I bounced around, convinced I was back in action. The fellow riders, wise to this illness that has affected many in our group, served as the voice of reason, advising me to wait and see. A rough night later, I woke and was desperate to ride, dehydrated and weakened as I was. Jake realized I was in no condition for a grueling 94 mile ride into Provo and stood up to my stubborn foolishness, directing me towards the van. I thank him dearly for his fortitude. The day in the van consisted of sleeping, burping, and general discomfort. As another rider put it, "you were in perpetual fetal position." Sipping on Ginger Ale and gnawing on Wheat Thins, I regained some of my strength, managing to stroll some of Provo and have a engaging chat with some of the gang at a Chinese Buffet (don't worry, I didn't partake).
The following morning, we had a Habitat work day in Provo. We did a good bit of rehabilitation on the home, mixing some demolition and construction on the same site. Feeling better, I dove into the provided lunch and dinner of salads, sandwiches and a cookie or two. Sadly, my gut microflora weren't too keen on my ravenous return to eating. I awoke this morning completely dehydrated, again stabbed with stomach pain. Desperate to ride, I gulped as much water as I could. Minutes later, bouts of diarrhea foiled any hydration attempts. Curled on the bathroom floor in my spandex, I nearly cried. I committed to this ride to help others, so many people gave to my efforts, all you have to do is ride your flippin' bike! Despite my pleas to my body to hold water, I found myself in the van again. Although I gulped enough Gatorade in the morning to hop back on the bike midway and eek out the last 17 miles to Salt Lake City, I still feel ill.
Reflecting on this mess, I recall the words of my parents and friends: "You're sick, let yourself heal...That is why we have a van...What's shattered? Your pride?...This doesn't take away anything from what you're doing." I am admittedly disappointed, but appropriately and fortunately humbled. Silly as it is, I like to think of myself as a superhero, able to juggle school, family, community service, friends, and fitness without ever dropping the ball. Me get sick? Please. Yet having finished Better, a book admitting imperfection in medicine, I realize that I must recognize my limits. Strive for excellence, yes. Crumple when I've failed, inexusable. The words of Confucius have been of great comfort at this time...
"Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." ~Confucius
I will continue to heal and ready myself for tomorrow's ride for Brigham City. Like today's shortened ride, maybe I won't feel fantastic or cruise with the fast riders, but I will persevere. I will continue to give my best for the affordable housing cause, even if my best isn't perfect.
Other thoughts from the past few days...
I finished Brave New World, which was a fascinating read. A future where comfort and happiness are protected at the cost of creativity and free thought...implausible or destined? Applying the themes to my life, I know I must embrace the fact that I can suffer and think critically. It is okay, no wonderful, that I doubt, dwell, deliberate, and drive myself silly over certain things and thoughts. Good read, a definite recommend.
Utah city planning rocks. The streets are all on a grid, even in the smallest towns, with the number names corresponding to the distance and direction from the city center. 100 W for .1 miles west, 500 N for .5 miles north, etc. Looks like those Mormons were forward thinkers. Speaking of which, their BYU arrangement can't be beat. Mormons pay about $2,000 a year in tuition regardless of their home state. No wonder they have 85% of the student body of 30,000!
I hesitate to announce ride dedications until I know I can complete a ride, so there may be some retroactive thank yous or doubling up. Hopefully not though!
Pictures, which haven't taken great precedence in this state, will be posted when possible. Till then, read on.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
UTAH!
A new state! Today we rode 104 miles into Vernal, UT. This was one of my most prodigious centuries, spending only 8 hours on the journey (which included a flat tire and then losing and finding an important bolt) and my partner Justin's computer said our average riding speed was 18.5 mph. Writing this now, I've got that adrenaline high and feel fantastic, as I've been riding around the town scouting out ice cream venues and chatting with locals. Our gang is pumped to be in a new state, especially since our route will bring us straight through Justin's home in Salt Lake City.
Though carving through sandy mountain terrain gave lovely scenery, the most enjoyable sight today was Dinosaur, CO. Why? It made me think of some wonderful donors to my trip, my dear friends Eddie, Julie, and Jonathan. The term friends doesn't quite cut it, as I rough and tumble wrestle with Jonathan much like I would with relatives. And Julie, well her nickname is Mom #2. This family has been wonderfully kind and supportive for all the time I've known them. You all truly are one of my favorite parts of returning home to Chicago. Thanks again.
I could write more, but I want both ice cream and to finish Huxley's Brave New World. Read and ride, it's what I do.
Though carving through sandy mountain terrain gave lovely scenery, the most enjoyable sight today was Dinosaur, CO. Why? It made me think of some wonderful donors to my trip, my dear friends Eddie, Julie, and Jonathan. The term friends doesn't quite cut it, as I rough and tumble wrestle with Jonathan much like I would with relatives. And Julie, well her nickname is Mom #2. This family has been wonderfully kind and supportive for all the time I've known them. You all truly are one of my favorite parts of returning home to Chicago. Thanks again.
I could write more, but I want both ice cream and to finish Huxley's Brave New World. Read and ride, it's what I do.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Adventurism
Back on the road today, arriving in Silt, CO. It was a breeze of 63 miles, as we dropped 2500 feet in elevation and were able to cruise a beautiful bike path for 45 miles. I particularly loved the quaint yet prosperous towns we encountered on the journey. Basalt, Carbondale, then Glenwood Springs each boasted cozy cafes, spacious parks, and unique restaurants. In between, the scenery continued to enthrall. My photography skill cannot appropriately capture the serenity found riding through winding valley roads with towering mountains above. The red rock mountains speckled with evergreen forests made me think of Christmas...and it isn't even ski season! I could definitely see vacationing here sometime in my later life.
Appreciating the natural beauty led me to think of more of the donors that made this all possible. Today's ride and tomorrow's into Meeker, CO are for my Chicagoan heroes. Beth Fama, though an astute critic of some of Habitat's shortcomings, was generous enough to help me irregardless. Colleen Donovan, my peer role model at Penn, serves as the reassuring proof that you can do it all. David McDermott, who admitted regretting his donation because he needed me for summer league softball, represents the right type of people in politics: hard working, friendly, and a stellar shortstop. Ann Harvilla, a feisty lady known to bike even in the harsh Chicago winters, continues to show great kindness to my sisters and I. Thank you all so very much.
So about this post's title: adventurism. I chatted with a number of people in Aspen on the day off, yet never really to locals. You see, the entire village is filled with either transient young adults, seeking out mountain or river thrills, vacationing adults, looking to escape the pressures of high paying jobs, or retired couples, relaxing with exorbitant wealth. Chatting with Chris on the ride today, I finally realized why I found Aspen so unsettling: not a smack of purpose. Everyone seemed to be there to fulfill whimsical fantasies and leave responsibility aside. What is particularly interesting is that such adventurism lives within many of the riders in our group. Jake, seeing a troupe of motorcyclists going to Alaska, told me, "that is my next trip." Upon meeting a woman who had biked from Canada to Argentina, many of my fellow bikers voiced their hopes to do something similar. Not me. The Canada-Argentina journey had taken 2 years and cost $60,000. Maybe my attitudes may change, but I believe my commitments to family and community would supersede such aspirations. It would clash with parts of my personal mission statement. I am still debating on this one, but I guess the point is I was intrigued. I like this civic minded adventure, but don't live for adventure without the cause.
Ah, dinner time...Signing out, Kole.
Appreciating the natural beauty led me to think of more of the donors that made this all possible. Today's ride and tomorrow's into Meeker, CO are for my Chicagoan heroes. Beth Fama, though an astute critic of some of Habitat's shortcomings, was generous enough to help me irregardless. Colleen Donovan, my peer role model at Penn, serves as the reassuring proof that you can do it all. David McDermott, who admitted regretting his donation because he needed me for summer league softball, represents the right type of people in politics: hard working, friendly, and a stellar shortstop. Ann Harvilla, a feisty lady known to bike even in the harsh Chicago winters, continues to show great kindness to my sisters and I. Thank you all so very much.
So about this post's title: adventurism. I chatted with a number of people in Aspen on the day off, yet never really to locals. You see, the entire village is filled with either transient young adults, seeking out mountain or river thrills, vacationing adults, looking to escape the pressures of high paying jobs, or retired couples, relaxing with exorbitant wealth. Chatting with Chris on the ride today, I finally realized why I found Aspen so unsettling: not a smack of purpose. Everyone seemed to be there to fulfill whimsical fantasies and leave responsibility aside. What is particularly interesting is that such adventurism lives within many of the riders in our group. Jake, seeing a troupe of motorcyclists going to Alaska, told me, "that is my next trip." Upon meeting a woman who had biked from Canada to Argentina, many of my fellow bikers voiced their hopes to do something similar. Not me. The Canada-Argentina journey had taken 2 years and cost $60,000. Maybe my attitudes may change, but I believe my commitments to family and community would supersede such aspirations. It would clash with parts of my personal mission statement. I am still debating on this one, but I guess the point is I was intrigued. I like this civic minded adventure, but don't live for adventure without the cause.
Ah, dinner time...Signing out, Kole.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Goal Progress
From a prior post, let's review...
1. Establish a personal mission statement.
Well, I have a first draft (which I would love feedback on). Here it is...
Be yourself. Authenticity is bravery.
This one is a mixed bag. I am much more aware of the operations of Habitat for Humanity, notably in how chapters operate in different communities across the nation. I have a greater sense of what the lives of people seeking affordable housing are like. However, this trip has had less activism and affordable housing education than I expected. I may be one of the most experienced community servants in the group, so I have been somewhat disappointed by the peer education. We've had a few intriguing discussions, but I find myself with more questions than answers. Should housing be a government responsibility? What caliber of housing do all people need (aka what other answers do we have other than home ownership)? Do you give funds to larger, thriving non-profits (more efficient use) or smaller, struggling ones (more instrumental)? Maybe having more questions means I am more aware.
3. Train my hands, developing my mechanical mind.
Decent progress, but not fantastic. I feel completely comfortable changing tires/tubes, adjusting or replacing brakes, and lubing the gears for general upkeep. I am decent at truing my tires, though I don't often notice when they need truing. I hope to ask Jake more about derailers for future shifting problems. Most importantly, when I look at my bike, I still don't feel like I have full mastery over all the parts. I think the fact that I have good fortune to have limited repair needs has prevented me from learning by necessity. This is definitely an area to focus on for my last 17 days on Bike and Build.
4. Read.
Definitely did and am doing this. I've read multiple books (seven I believe), countless local newspapers, several magazines (The Economist and New Yorker are quite engaging), and whatever I can get my hands on. Favorites have been Dharma Bums, Kite Runner, and Montana 1948. I need to read Better, a perspective from a surgeon's operating room, for Penn, and my goal of 8 will be complete! Excitingly, I have rekindled my passion for reading, so hopefully I can trade my occasional watching of rerun cartoons with this intellectually stimulating pastime.
5. Foster and deepen friendships.
Living with 31 people for two months in close quarters means you have to get to know each other. I've had ample opportunity to learn the stories of my fellow riders, as often it's the only thing to do! While we are warm and collegiate as a large group, I know at trip's conclusion that the vast majority of the relationships will fade away. There are several individuals, however, I hope to stay in contact with. Bryant, the mellow man who loves burritos, frisbee, and classical music, Jake, the NYC loving yet wilderness seeking photographer, Taylor, kindhearted master of textiles and fellow Dairy Queen afficionado, and Adam, the Southern man of faith who help others and does hip hop dances, immediately come to mind. Dane, Molly, Steph and Ruben are quickly joining this crew. As for keeping up with Penn friends, I could do better, but considering my medical school switch, I know I will be able to rekindle many of those flames soon enough.
6. Understand America better.
Definite success. Talking with fellow riders and locals from all across the country, I've learned about lifestyles, norms, dreams, expectations, and opinions. I've seen firsthand how transit of people can build and destroy towns, as railroads invigorated and automobiles dilapidated towns across the South. Differences in rural and urban attitudes have become clear, more vast than any North-South or East-West divide. Some terrain preconceptions were corrected (Alabama is oddly hilly, Arkansas feels like the Adirondacks) and others confirmed (Oklahoma and Texas are hot and flat). I've stayed in tiny communities, college towns, and bustling cities. The best description of my education is that if you say Mississippi, I no longer only think about terrible education statistics. I think of 23 year old Dustin, Ole Miss' campus, tornado warning sirens, Baptist church dichotomies, and beautiful plantations.
7. Chronicle this journey.
I am satisfied here. Decent photo count and more blog posts than most of my fellow riders. This trip will live on in more than just my mind.
8. Finish the ride!
Well, sort of. I will make it to the coast, but not to Santa Cruz. The estimated 3,400 miles is nothing to scoff at though. Circumstances intervened and I am 100% happy with my decision.
Overall, pretty good. I must spend these last 17 days learning more about my bike, deepening connections with closest friends on the trip, and savoring the experience. Medical school is less than a month away!
1. Establish a personal mission statement.
Well, I have a first draft (which I would love feedback on). Here it is...
Be yourself. Authenticity is bravery.
Don't wait for people to be friendly, show them how.
Engage in meaningful pursuits: attempt to find clarity, gain wisdom, do good, and/or elicit joy with your actions.
Develop and cultivate…
Kindness, for it can define our humanity.
Curiosity, for it expands humanity.
Love, for it makes humanity worthwhile.
Live with zest for the present and hope for the future. Be inspired.
Conquer negativity. The last of human freedoms is the ability to chose one's attitude in a given set of circumstances (Frankl). Know there is nothing good or bad, only thinking makes it so (Shakespeare).
Appreciate your life. The circumstances of existence are pretty glorious (Kerouac).
Treasure above all else the happiness and health of the people in my life. This includes family, friends, future patients and me.
2. Become better aware of the affordable housing issue.This one is a mixed bag. I am much more aware of the operations of Habitat for Humanity, notably in how chapters operate in different communities across the nation. I have a greater sense of what the lives of people seeking affordable housing are like. However, this trip has had less activism and affordable housing education than I expected. I may be one of the most experienced community servants in the group, so I have been somewhat disappointed by the peer education. We've had a few intriguing discussions, but I find myself with more questions than answers. Should housing be a government responsibility? What caliber of housing do all people need (aka what other answers do we have other than home ownership)? Do you give funds to larger, thriving non-profits (more efficient use) or smaller, struggling ones (more instrumental)? Maybe having more questions means I am more aware.
3. Train my hands, developing my mechanical mind.
Decent progress, but not fantastic. I feel completely comfortable changing tires/tubes, adjusting or replacing brakes, and lubing the gears for general upkeep. I am decent at truing my tires, though I don't often notice when they need truing. I hope to ask Jake more about derailers for future shifting problems. Most importantly, when I look at my bike, I still don't feel like I have full mastery over all the parts. I think the fact that I have good fortune to have limited repair needs has prevented me from learning by necessity. This is definitely an area to focus on for my last 17 days on Bike and Build.
4. Read.
Definitely did and am doing this. I've read multiple books (seven I believe), countless local newspapers, several magazines (The Economist and New Yorker are quite engaging), and whatever I can get my hands on. Favorites have been Dharma Bums, Kite Runner, and Montana 1948. I need to read Better, a perspective from a surgeon's operating room, for Penn, and my goal of 8 will be complete! Excitingly, I have rekindled my passion for reading, so hopefully I can trade my occasional watching of rerun cartoons with this intellectually stimulating pastime.
5. Foster and deepen friendships.
Living with 31 people for two months in close quarters means you have to get to know each other. I've had ample opportunity to learn the stories of my fellow riders, as often it's the only thing to do! While we are warm and collegiate as a large group, I know at trip's conclusion that the vast majority of the relationships will fade away. There are several individuals, however, I hope to stay in contact with. Bryant, the mellow man who loves burritos, frisbee, and classical music, Jake, the NYC loving yet wilderness seeking photographer, Taylor, kindhearted master of textiles and fellow Dairy Queen afficionado, and Adam, the Southern man of faith who help others and does hip hop dances, immediately come to mind. Dane, Molly, Steph and Ruben are quickly joining this crew. As for keeping up with Penn friends, I could do better, but considering my medical school switch, I know I will be able to rekindle many of those flames soon enough.
6. Understand America better.
Definite success. Talking with fellow riders and locals from all across the country, I've learned about lifestyles, norms, dreams, expectations, and opinions. I've seen firsthand how transit of people can build and destroy towns, as railroads invigorated and automobiles dilapidated towns across the South. Differences in rural and urban attitudes have become clear, more vast than any North-South or East-West divide. Some terrain preconceptions were corrected (Alabama is oddly hilly, Arkansas feels like the Adirondacks) and others confirmed (Oklahoma and Texas are hot and flat). I've stayed in tiny communities, college towns, and bustling cities. The best description of my education is that if you say Mississippi, I no longer only think about terrible education statistics. I think of 23 year old Dustin, Ole Miss' campus, tornado warning sirens, Baptist church dichotomies, and beautiful plantations.
7. Chronicle this journey.
I am satisfied here. Decent photo count and more blog posts than most of my fellow riders. This trip will live on in more than just my mind.
8. Finish the ride!
Well, sort of. I will make it to the coast, but not to Santa Cruz. The estimated 3,400 miles is nothing to scoff at though. Circumstances intervened and I am 100% happy with my decision.
Overall, pretty good. I must spend these last 17 days learning more about my bike, deepening connections with closest friends on the trip, and savoring the experience. Medical school is less than a month away!
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Into Aspen and Photos!
Past 24 hours in a series of verb phrases...
Arrive at Twin Lakes campsite, marvel at its beauty, swim in frigid glacial lake, finished Little History of the World (I'm mowing through these books!), slept in the van to keep warm, slept in van, gazed awestruck at stars, slept more...
Wake at 5 am, shiver, clothe self in layer upon layer of gear, bike to climb Independence Pass, pedal through tiredness, bellow Japhy victory cry from top, dance with trip mates, start 20 mile descent passing multiple cars, roll into Aspen...
Aspen is a completely different place than anywhere we've stayed so far. Average median house value is near 3 million dollars. Audis are everywhere. T shirts cost $35. It's wild. Roaming the city with Bryant, I couldn't help thinking how wonderful a city can make itself with such a massive tax base. Visitor information booths were everywhere, staffed with multiple helpful employees. Public transit, running on regular 20 minute loops, is completely free. Streams trickled alongside cobblestone sidewalks in the downtown and paved pedestrian paths were interwoven throughout the larger community. Bryant and I saw a full scale orchestra and operatic concert in a public music "tent" (think mini Millennium Park) FREE. And this is the off season! There is no question why so many people love to vacation here. With all this appeal for visitors, Bryant and I considered the resident realities. We went by one home where a man was standing on his porch as his cleaning lady waxed his already shiny Mercedes. I overheard two goth teens choosing the evening's plans, "well obviously I have the money for that, but we paraglided last week." Such white (90% demographic) wealth concentration would suffocate me in no time. Fortunately, I can stay a visitor and enjoy my carefree day off here. Plans for tomorrow (with my main man Bryant) include a shuttle to the "most breathtaking view in CO," ultimate frisbee in the main park, perusing their lone thrift store, and a 25 cent wing eating fest.
CO photos up to this moment can be found here. Enjoy them!
My Independence Pass success is dedicated to Loren my sister. I thought of my lovely soon-to-be-17 sister today as vocal soloists captivated the Aspen audience. She is unbelievably artistically talented, which I brag about to everyone. What I haven't boasted about as much is something I am only now starting to appreciate. She reaches out of her comfort zone with diligence and excitement. Though admittedly not a master builder, she joined me on the Habitat site, serving as a more consistent worker than many of my fellow riders. This summer she has taken on a major challenge, diving into a full time job in lab science without any prior experience. Pretty cool stuff. Anyways, thanks for being your awesome self and donating my shoes. Oh and the rainbow tights you gave me served as an excellent hat today.
Tomorrow I plan to do a blog post reflecting on my goal progress this trip...stay tuned.
Arrive at Twin Lakes campsite, marvel at its beauty, swim in frigid glacial lake, finished Little History of the World (I'm mowing through these books!), slept in the van to keep warm, slept in van, gazed awestruck at stars, slept more...
Wake at 5 am, shiver, clothe self in layer upon layer of gear, bike to climb Independence Pass, pedal through tiredness, bellow Japhy victory cry from top, dance with trip mates, start 20 mile descent passing multiple cars, roll into Aspen...
Aspen is a completely different place than anywhere we've stayed so far. Average median house value is near 3 million dollars. Audis are everywhere. T shirts cost $35. It's wild. Roaming the city with Bryant, I couldn't help thinking how wonderful a city can make itself with such a massive tax base. Visitor information booths were everywhere, staffed with multiple helpful employees. Public transit, running on regular 20 minute loops, is completely free. Streams trickled alongside cobblestone sidewalks in the downtown and paved pedestrian paths were interwoven throughout the larger community. Bryant and I saw a full scale orchestra and operatic concert in a public music "tent" (think mini Millennium Park) FREE. And this is the off season! There is no question why so many people love to vacation here. With all this appeal for visitors, Bryant and I considered the resident realities. We went by one home where a man was standing on his porch as his cleaning lady waxed his already shiny Mercedes. I overheard two goth teens choosing the evening's plans, "well obviously I have the money for that, but we paraglided last week." Such white (90% demographic) wealth concentration would suffocate me in no time. Fortunately, I can stay a visitor and enjoy my carefree day off here. Plans for tomorrow (with my main man Bryant) include a shuttle to the "most breathtaking view in CO," ultimate frisbee in the main park, perusing their lone thrift store, and a 25 cent wing eating fest.
CO photos up to this moment can be found here. Enjoy them!
My Independence Pass success is dedicated to Loren my sister. I thought of my lovely soon-to-be-17 sister today as vocal soloists captivated the Aspen audience. She is unbelievably artistically talented, which I brag about to everyone. What I haven't boasted about as much is something I am only now starting to appreciate. She reaches out of her comfort zone with diligence and excitement. Though admittedly not a master builder, she joined me on the Habitat site, serving as a more consistent worker than many of my fellow riders. This summer she has taken on a major challenge, diving into a full time job in lab science without any prior experience. Pretty cool stuff. Anyways, thanks for being your awesome self and donating my shoes. Oh and the rainbow tights you gave me served as an excellent hat today.
Tomorrow I plan to do a blog post reflecting on my goal progress this trip...stay tuned.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
More Colorado...
Greetings from Buena Vista, CO! This currently is my lunch break and I again have limited computer access, so will try to make the most of it...
Firstly, some dedications are in order. My ride out of Colorado Springs was devoted to my Aunt Susan. From letting me win the occasional basement hockey game to attending my undergraduate graduation, she has always been there to support me. Her generous, warm nature (and infectious laugh) makes her an absolute pleasure as a relative. I thank you for your donation and for being you. Speaking of yesterday's ride, it was a doozy. I served my final shift as sweep, meaning the manageable 74 mile ride became a 12 hour day on the road. Highlights include stopping at an arcade to hop in a 25 cent Batmobile ride, singing to and entertaining my partner Molly, and getting a haircut during our never-ending lunch break. Lowlights included moments of hail, climbing hills at a snail's pace, and the destination. Hartsel, CO was a tiny town without showers and with uranium enriched tap water. Tonight we are off to camp in Twin Lakes, CO before tackling Independence Pass up to Aspen. It should be a fun test (see here). The ride into CO is dedicated to my sister Loren. I will write more about her once I get to Aspen (when we have a day off on her birthday).
Before departing Colorado Springs, I had some more amazing experiences than previously recounted. I attended my first rodeo, watching everything from the traditional events (bull and bronco riding, calf roping) to the more peculiar ones (mutton bustin' where elementary aged children ride sheep and wild cow milking where teams chase down a wild cow to collect a bottle of its finest moo juice). Quite the scene. Exiting the venue, Sarah R. and I saw a mechanical bull apparatus. We immediately signed up and rode our hearts out. The surrounding people cheered my lengthy ride, yelling "Thata way cowboy" after my less than graceful dismount. Wondrous.
The next night, a van load of Bike and Builders ventured to gay bar Club Q to see their montly drag show. Needless to say, it was a ridiculous and fun adventure. I helped Claire fend off interested lesbians, chatted with Jessica about the impressive feats of pole dancing athleticism, and danced with the entire crew. I will not soon forget that evening.
Oh yeah, we did something during the day. Built a house. The build coordinators told us that after the contracted labor comes through, the home should be finished within the month, fully funded by our efforts. So exciting! When I have more time on this computer to load the numerous pictures I have of the construction, I believe you will share my pride in the accomplishment. Granted there was some initial disappointment over not handing the house over to a homeowner completely ready, but in light of conversations with some experienced Habitaters on our trip, I've mellowed. Anywho, pictures upcoming (estimated July 15).
I best continue my ride for the day. Wishing you all a happy July!
Firstly, some dedications are in order. My ride out of Colorado Springs was devoted to my Aunt Susan. From letting me win the occasional basement hockey game to attending my undergraduate graduation, she has always been there to support me. Her generous, warm nature (and infectious laugh) makes her an absolute pleasure as a relative. I thank you for your donation and for being you. Speaking of yesterday's ride, it was a doozy. I served my final shift as sweep, meaning the manageable 74 mile ride became a 12 hour day on the road. Highlights include stopping at an arcade to hop in a 25 cent Batmobile ride, singing to and entertaining my partner Molly, and getting a haircut during our never-ending lunch break. Lowlights included moments of hail, climbing hills at a snail's pace, and the destination. Hartsel, CO was a tiny town without showers and with uranium enriched tap water. Tonight we are off to camp in Twin Lakes, CO before tackling Independence Pass up to Aspen. It should be a fun test (see here). The ride into CO is dedicated to my sister Loren. I will write more about her once I get to Aspen (when we have a day off on her birthday).
Before departing Colorado Springs, I had some more amazing experiences than previously recounted. I attended my first rodeo, watching everything from the traditional events (bull and bronco riding, calf roping) to the more peculiar ones (mutton bustin' where elementary aged children ride sheep and wild cow milking where teams chase down a wild cow to collect a bottle of its finest moo juice). Quite the scene. Exiting the venue, Sarah R. and I saw a mechanical bull apparatus. We immediately signed up and rode our hearts out. The surrounding people cheered my lengthy ride, yelling "Thata way cowboy" after my less than graceful dismount. Wondrous.
The next night, a van load of Bike and Builders ventured to gay bar Club Q to see their montly drag show. Needless to say, it was a ridiculous and fun adventure. I helped Claire fend off interested lesbians, chatted with Jessica about the impressive feats of pole dancing athleticism, and danced with the entire crew. I will not soon forget that evening.
Oh yeah, we did something during the day. Built a house. The build coordinators told us that after the contracted labor comes through, the home should be finished within the month, fully funded by our efforts. So exciting! When I have more time on this computer to load the numerous pictures I have of the construction, I believe you will share my pride in the accomplishment. Granted there was some initial disappointment over not handing the house over to a homeowner completely ready, but in light of conversations with some experienced Habitaters on our trip, I've mellowed. Anywho, pictures upcoming (estimated July 15).
I best continue my ride for the day. Wishing you all a happy July!
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Colorado Springs
I know, I know, I have been totally slacking on the posts. Fortunately, it is for good reason...I have been doing so much here! Let's list...
Saw the entire Kole family!!!
Strolled the Garden of the Gods
Hiked to see two natural waterfalls
Took in views from the summit of Pikes Peak (14,100 feet)
Ate a sandwich called "the Brewmaster"
Conquered multiple Class IV rapids rafting with Dad
Played Skeeball like any Kole man would
Finished reading Kerouac's Dharma Bums (favorite quote: "Though the flesh may be bugged, the circumstances of existence are pretty glorious.")
Oh and we've been building! Did the following construction activities...
Helped put up the frame
Put trusses atop the house
Inspired the group with a modified reenactment of the rousing speech from Independence Day
Worked on three layers of the roof
Insulate with sheathing
Installed three doors
Used four different types of saws
Hammered like crazy!
I am here until Sunday morning, when we hit the road again for Hartsel, CO. The time off the bike has been nice, allowing the group to relax and socialize. Care for an example? Doing laundry last night, our chore group bought some hard limeade a made washing clothes immensely amusing. Good times.
As my time on this communal computer is running low, I would like to express this: I would love to hear from you! I should be calling to get updates on your life, but sometimes I need help...Call and update me please! Don't worry, I am interested.
Saw the entire Kole family!!!
Strolled the Garden of the Gods
Hiked to see two natural waterfalls
Took in views from the summit of Pikes Peak (14,100 feet)
Ate a sandwich called "the Brewmaster"
Conquered multiple Class IV rapids rafting with Dad
Played Skeeball like any Kole man would
Finished reading Kerouac's Dharma Bums (favorite quote: "Though the flesh may be bugged, the circumstances of existence are pretty glorious.")
Oh and we've been building! Did the following construction activities...
Helped put up the frame
Put trusses atop the house
Inspired the group with a modified reenactment of the rousing speech from Independence Day
Worked on three layers of the roof
Insulate with sheathing
Installed three doors
Used four different types of saws
Hammered like crazy!
I am here until Sunday morning, when we hit the road again for Hartsel, CO. The time off the bike has been nice, allowing the group to relax and socialize. Care for an example? Doing laundry last night, our chore group bought some hard limeade a made washing clothes immensely amusing. Good times.
As my time on this communal computer is running low, I would like to express this: I would love to hear from you! I should be calling to get updates on your life, but sometimes I need help...Call and update me please! Don't worry, I am interested.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Early Colorado Photos
So apparently the Wild Ride post deserves some photos...look here and enjoy!
I would like to dedicate today's ride into Pueblo to the Crowley Family. Many years ago, when I (first) adored Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and played with Legos, I spent many an afternoon playing in the yard of these wonderful neighbors. More avid cyclists than I, they were quite supportive of my trek and I thank them enormously.
I've just spent afternoon relaxing in Pueblo's stellar library, exploring their Refugee museum and demolishing a Batman graphic novel. Oh and finished Nicholas Nickleby! Favorite quotes...
Nicholas, in light of his lost employment after defending abused school children: "What is a little poverty or suffering, to the disgrace of the basest and most inhuman cowardice! I tell you, if I had stood by, tamely and passively, I should have hated myself, and merited the contempt of every man in existence."
In light of the steep climbs to come after our Blitz Build in Colorado, I turn to Dickens: "It was a harder day's journey than yesterday's, for there were long and weary hills to climb; and in journeys, as in life, it is a great deal easier to go down hill than up. However, they kept on, with unabated perseverance, and the hill has not yet lifted its face to heaven that perseverance will not gain the summit of at last."
I would like to dedicate today's ride into Pueblo to the Crowley Family. Many years ago, when I (first) adored Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and played with Legos, I spent many an afternoon playing in the yard of these wonderful neighbors. More avid cyclists than I, they were quite supportive of my trek and I thank them enormously.
I've just spent afternoon relaxing in Pueblo's stellar library, exploring their Refugee museum and demolishing a Batman graphic novel. Oh and finished Nicholas Nickleby! Favorite quotes...
Nicholas, in light of his lost employment after defending abused school children: "What is a little poverty or suffering, to the disgrace of the basest and most inhuman cowardice! I tell you, if I had stood by, tamely and passively, I should have hated myself, and merited the contempt of every man in existence."
In light of the steep climbs to come after our Blitz Build in Colorado, I turn to Dickens: "It was a harder day's journey than yesterday's, for there were long and weary hills to climb; and in journeys, as in life, it is a great deal easier to go down hill than up. However, they kept on, with unabated perseverance, and the hill has not yet lifted its face to heaven that perseverance will not gain the summit of at last."
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Wild Ride
Today's destination was Walsenberg, CO. Each rider was given a decision: take a 38 mile straight line on flat Interstate 25 or an 83 mile ride on the mountainous scenic byway named "The Highway of Legends." The choice was obvious.
Ten other riders and myself took the ambitious venture through the peaks of Southern Colorado, and it simply was a wild ride. The route started fairly easily, but massive mountains loomed in front of us. After a lunch stop at mile 35, things got interesting. We came upon the dazzling Monument Lake, a man made treasure at about 8000 feet. Savoring the sight was short lived, as dark thunderclouds rolled in. Our troupe dashed to our cycles, hoping to speed past the incoming storm. We failed. Torrents of rain were interrupted only by bursts of hail, soaking us to the skin in instants. Just as things were letting up, we entered into the steepest ascent of the day to a peak of 10000 feet. Lungs and legs burning, for a moment, I wished I had taken the easy route. Reaching the conclusion of the climb, my sentiments quickly reversed. I flew down 10 miles of downhill, weaving in and out of curvaceous roads at speeds of 30-40 mph. I even passed a car! Near the bottom of the downhill, I came upon a tiny village of wooden lodges named Cuchara, where I was fortunate enough to purchase Elk jerky. I quite like Elk! The last 15 miles of the highway gave beautiful views of rock formations and distant peaks. This roller coaster of a day likely will be the most memorable of all my rides this summer. But heck, that's what I thought about riding into Trinidad!
I have to run to dinner, but will upload photos of these last two beautiful days of biking as soon as possible. Happy Trails!
Ten other riders and myself took the ambitious venture through the peaks of Southern Colorado, and it simply was a wild ride. The route started fairly easily, but massive mountains loomed in front of us. After a lunch stop at mile 35, things got interesting. We came upon the dazzling Monument Lake, a man made treasure at about 8000 feet. Savoring the sight was short lived, as dark thunderclouds rolled in. Our troupe dashed to our cycles, hoping to speed past the incoming storm. We failed. Torrents of rain were interrupted only by bursts of hail, soaking us to the skin in instants. Just as things were letting up, we entered into the steepest ascent of the day to a peak of 10000 feet. Lungs and legs burning, for a moment, I wished I had taken the easy route. Reaching the conclusion of the climb, my sentiments quickly reversed. I flew down 10 miles of downhill, weaving in and out of curvaceous roads at speeds of 30-40 mph. I even passed a car! Near the bottom of the downhill, I came upon a tiny village of wooden lodges named Cuchara, where I was fortunate enough to purchase Elk jerky. I quite like Elk! The last 15 miles of the highway gave beautiful views of rock formations and distant peaks. This roller coaster of a day likely will be the most memorable of all my rides this summer. But heck, that's what I thought about riding into Trinidad!
I have to run to dinner, but will upload photos of these last two beautiful days of biking as soon as possible. Happy Trails!
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