Oregon and Completion

It's done. I did it. 3140 miles in 49 rides (averaging 65 miles a day). 12 states. A fully funded finished house. Another $20K given out in grants we assessed and awarded. $16K in additional individualized grants (I gave my $500 to Penn Haven). 31 new friends, hopefully with several that truly last. Hundreds of people met, thousands of witnesses, and many inspired or touched. Charleston, SC to Pacific City, OR...A Bike and Build summer.

Care for a flash back to Colorado Springs? You can watch me gesticulate excessively here.

In explanation of the final days of my journey, I encourage you refer to the photos here. Leaving Boise for Oregon, I enjoyed riding alongside my slack-lining compadres Justin and Chris. Even with stops for photo shoots, thrift stores, and multiple flats of my front tire, we arrived in town in the early afternoon. Already excited about my next feat of endurance (Philadelphia marathon November 22), I decided to squeeze in a 4 mile run and check out the town. Despite aggravating my knee a tad, stumbling upon their County Fair made it entirely worthwhile. In the evening, our group got down to business, deciding on the grant applications to our organization. We particularly liked Habitat for Humanity applications from Clarksdale, MS and Charleston, SC, giving those regions the most money. I happily spearheaded this decision making process, maintaining decorum and keeping us task oriented. At the end of the day, we had given out more than $20K to some truly great youth driven projects. What an empowering feeling!

The next we continued on to Juntura, a tiny town of about 150 residents. Despite the small size, we received a wondrous welcome and I admittedly ate way too much of their baked goodies. Afternoon entertainment came in our host gym, where we rope climbed, shot hoops, and rough housed. Despite my warnings, my good friend Dane challenged me to a wrestling match. With the vast gap in experience, the matches were fairly one-sided. As onlooker Taylor told me, "it was hilarious watching him go from standing to flailing so quickly." I think I gained a bit of toughness cred on those mats. As we enjoyed a lovely dinner, everyone started asking me about my feelings about my Last Supper, making my upcoming departure very real. I spent my final evening writing gratitude letters to all my fellow riders and enjoying the pinkish hues of the SE Oregon desert sky.

The next day may be one of the most memorable of my life. In honor of my departure from the group, the other riders had anointed that our ride to Burns would be a dress up parade. The ridiculous outfits my biking buds came up were fantastic, reminding me of my dear Penn friends from the Fun Dumpster. Please see photos linked above. Flowing dresses, cowboy hats, sparkles, body paint, capes, bikini bottoms and bare skin...I never loved our crew more. On the road, trucks honked, children stared, and I think we frightened a busload of nuns. Eager to meet up with my mom at our destination, I took a short lunch and sped on. We coordinated a DQ stop, where she generously treated our gang to ice cream. In our peculiar garb, we flooded this small town and filled the restaurant to capacity. I felt truly loved. These random 31 people had become dear friends, willing to sacrifice some self-respect and dignity to celebrate my final Bike and Build ride. Much love team. I then hopped in the car to drive with Jeanie and my mom to Salem, OR.

After a lovely stay with Jeanie's parents, I took my final ride to Pacific City, OR. I was guided by a fit 60 year old named Dan. In the past 10 years, he had ridden extensively, having even done a 206 mile trek from Seattle to Portland...in one day! As we rode through the lush forests of Northwest Oregon, he told me of his family, Portland's kooky character, Oregon trivia, and his views on American democracy. In our quiet moments, I savored the final day, reflecting over all the places, people, and experiences of my past two months. Soon we had come to Pacific City and I could smell the salt of the ocean. Seeing the foggy coast, I jumped off my ride, hoisted it onto my shoulder, and sprinted to the sea. As I dipped my tire into the water, I bellowed, "America, Bow Before Me!" I know, I know. I've had thousands of miles to think of a plan for this moment, and all I could muster was that line. Lame or not, I loved it. Mushu (my steed) and I had done it. I soon stripped down, danced on the beach, and immersed myself in the frigid Pacific. I will never forget that moment. I thank my mom and Jeanie for coordinating and Dan for riding with me, thank all my donors, fellow riders, and hosts along the way for making this a reality. Aaahh, I am still geeked out now.

This is the end of this adventure, but there is much more to come. Medical school begins in days, which I am confident will be more exciting and challenging than this endeavor. For those that have read this and followed my summer, I appreciate your interest and hoped you enjoyed the ride. I think I am too close to the happening to pull out any great wisdom yet, but let me just say this: Stop and savor once and awhile. Life is pretty fantastic.

Bopping Around Boise

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!

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!

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!

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!

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.

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!

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.

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."

Photos You've All Been Waiting For

Click here for the photos of OK/TX/NM. Enjoy!

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!

Colorado Already?

1838 miles later, I am in Trinidad, CO. How did this happen? Let's rewind for a second.

After our foray in Texas, we rode into Des Moines, NM. Since I have limited time to write (more on this later), I refer you to the entry I wrote for our group's journal (see link on right tab).

On the ride into tiny Des Moines, I was puzzled by the fleets of RVs and vans strapped with cycling accouterments driving past us. From first glance, it seemed far from an ideal vacation spot. Yesterday's ride erased that misconception. After a gorgeous sunrise, we rode through a majestic mountain pass of lush greenery nestled between graded peaks. Twenty miles later, we entered the plains of Colorado, where fields ahead blurred into the distance mountain scape. Despite some hellish headwinds to finish the day, it was a wondrous 74 miler.

Arriving in the town earlier than normal, I rounded up a troupe to see the new Transformers movie. Though I enjoyed seeing the footage shot on Penn's Lower Quad, the explosion laden special effects could not overcome the crude, formulaic plot. I found it particularly interesting how the film served as targeted marketing for the US Military. Clip after clip of impressive military machinery flashed acrossed the screen, even when the action was elsewhere. I swear the clips could have been pulled from an "Army of One" TV ad. Most troubling was the interaction between headstrong field leader Lennox and the president's cautious, intellectual aide. The thinker, who questioned the military actions that destroyed a third of Shanghai, was made to seem an obnoxious, misguided bureaucrat, whereas Lennox, who actually pushes the pencil pusher out of a plane, was cast in a hero's light. Is there any question why our culture is losing our scientific edge around the world? In all the small towns we've been visiting, memorials after memorial is put up for the soldiers that have served. Why don't we celebrate professors or judges or doctors? America's future depends not on those who defend and destroy, but instead on those who question and create. Let's transform.

So my post must stop here because of the library restrictions. Here in Trinidad, population slightly over 7,000, you are only allowed 1 hour of computer time a day. No continued use, even with a library empty now except for Bike and Builders. Oh and this morning a cop blared his horn at me for jaywalking...at 7:30 on Monday morning in a tiny town. I miss my cities of common sense. Hell, I even miss the South, where friendliness trumps following rules blindly. People operating on naive moral realism truly pain me. All the computer related work I have will remain incomplete, but I hope to post again soon. Ta Ta!

Ode to Oklahoma and Toast to Texas

Lot's to share, photos will come in a OK/TX/NM collection, so just read on for now...

We spent last night in Arnett, a tiny town (less than 500 residents) on the West end of Oklahoma. To give you a sense of the size, when we asked where we could get ice cream, one woman said, "Nowhere you can buy...we are like a 3rd world country, you want it you make it yourself." Arnett proved to be a great stay, as we led a bike safety clinic for local youth. Teaching hand signalling in a train formation and going on a ride around the block (with helmets of course!)...fun for all involved. Walking back to our hospitable church hosts, I started up a conversation with Chelsea, a OSU sophomore operating a small fireworks stand. When I asked her why a future dietitian peddled explosives with her summer, she replied, "how else I am going to make $5500 in two months?" Friends and family, let me tell you: people like to blow stuff up in the Panhandle. Kids, parents, and grandparents alike are setting these things off in their backyards left and right. It's wild! I guess you have to entertain yourself somehow...

Waking up early to beat the heat, we witnessed a sunrise over the plains of Oklahoma. I've seen my fair share of great sunrises: over Baltimore from a roof at John Hopkins, over Lake Michigan from the Chicago bike path, atop mountains in the Adirondacks...but this may have been my favorite. Expansive plains were slowly illuminated, grass gaining texture and definition each moment. A portrait sky of burnt orange and baby blue was glazed by a haze of clouds on the horizon. All the while, Bike and Builders were the only inhabitants of the roads and surrounding farmlands. Breathtaking.

Crossing into Texas, Jake and I stumbled upon Gene Bobbie's Donut Shop. What a gem. Faded rodeo posters plastered the walls of this farmer hangout, except for a sign outlining the nature of the establishment. One snippet said it best: "This may not seem like your normal donut shop, with cigarette smoking wafting about and dingy counters, but this is the West, and we welcome things as they be." The menu consisted of biscuit with egg, biscuit with egg/sausage, and biscuit with egg/bacon. (Curiously, no donuts). Scratchy voiced Gene greeted us along with his other regulars. They loved hearing about our trek, most especially our diligence. Gene croaked, "You should be proud of whatcha doing. Young folks around here are too lazy to slap the flies off their own ass," Having been in this state only 10 minutes in my entire life, I decided the entire experience was classic Texas.

Challenging day...A lengthy ride of 95 miles in the EMPTY Texan terrain (Quite simply civilization was absent. Each cows' eye in every herd intently followed each pedal stroke I made, which to be honest was ominous)...I was saddened to hear that five of our riders decided not to finish, opting to hitch hike some 40 miles to our destination. Their behavior truly upset me, which honestly is a rare emotion for me towards another person. I battled with how I should handle this: do I simply let it go, knowing each rider has opted to do this trip for their own personal reasons, or do I stand up for what I believe is right? I didn't want to cause trouble or hurt feelings, yet these actions diminish what everyone else is doing, whether the hitch hikers meant to or not. Wearing the Bike and Build jersey, we represent every host, donor, rider and most importantly American struggling to find affordable housing. If you are injured and can't continue, ride in our van. Otherwise, remember how simple our job is and pedal for the people. In this line of reasoning, I opted to tell each of the five riders individually that I was personally bothered by their actions. Telling them they are free to do whatever they want, I relayed that I think it reflects poorly on all of us. Reactions were mixed, from understanding nods of agreement to tears of inner turmoil to glares of contempt. I still am debating whether or not I made the right decision to share my opinions, yet I am left thinking I did right. Readers please comment: what do you think?

Later that evening, I roamed the streets of Spearman, population 3,500. I ended up watching the sunset with Taylor and scooting over to the Dairy Queen that grabbed our attention. Anxious to make the most of our visit, I approached a family eating there and asked to join them. Best decision of the day. The family had two generations of teachers/principals, with the patriarch Jim dominating the conversation. Native to Arkansas, he was a senior of Little Rock Central High when the famed integration experiment occurred. He told us stories of armed soldiers sitting in desks, helicopters on football fields, and meetings with Ernest Green (eldest of the 9). Never to end the amazement, he then gave us business cards for his cottage industry: modifying fry vegetable oil to power diesel engines. Apparently he runs his twin cab pickup on what restaurants want to throw away! Doubtful at first, Taylor and I soon became believes as his full family validated the claim, emphasizing how the exhaust fumes smell like fried chicken. We left DQ dazzled, discussing how small and interconnected our world is. They had relatives going to Taylor's school and were actually planning to be in Colorado when we will be. If we just take the time to sit down and learn about other people, we see how similar we truly are. I decided I must continue to try to engage random strangers throughout my life. However many odd looks or dismissals you may receive, the connections possible are worth it.

Tomorrow I am riding sweep (mandatory caboose for our group's train) for the second time of the trip, so will be on the road as long as the slowest rider takes. Yes, it will be a long 85 miles to Dalhart, but I can think of who this state is devoted to. My time in Texas is dedicated to two generous donors, Josh Leibner and Steve Rhodes. Dear friends of my father, they once attempted a tri-state bicycle trip. Unfortunately, my dad wiped out early in the adventure, getting a concussion and putting the kibosh on the whole affair. Thanks to their contribution, I ride to fulfill a dream they left incomplete. In my seventh state, I promise to keep wearing my helmet and push onwards towards the coast. Git'er Done!

Hope's Crossing

An easy 65 mile morning delivered me to Watonga, OK, where I now write from the public library. Here's what's been happening...

300 miles in 3 consecutive days brought us to Oklahoma City Sunday afternoon. After a mellow evening, we woke the next morning to work with Central Oklahoma's amazing Habitat for Humanity chapter. Every year they pump out 45-55 homes, most funded completely by current mortgage collections and Revitalization Station consignment stores. Of the 582 homes they built since 1990, only 4 homeowners have defaulted on their loans, a tribute to their careful screening process. Thanks to some valuable contracting partnerships, OKC Habitat is the city's leading producer of energy efficient homes. All homes now are created LEED certified and powered by geothermal technology. With better insulation and construction materials, electric/energy bills can be as low as $40 a month, making it possible for these families to build financial security. Our day was spent in Hope's Crossing, a 60 acre neighborhood designed for 217 Habitat Homes. 8* have been completed so far, and children already swing and climb on the development's central park's jungle gym. On our house we did framing, putting up all the walls and sheathing. All hands were busy and active on site, our team uniting under a common purpose. One day of work transformed the space, changing a slab of cement into a tenable shelter. I felt recharged. Photos of this transformation are upcoming.

In the evening, some of us ventured downtown to see the OKC Hotel Bombing Memorial. While a beautiful tribute to a horrific moment of terrorism, it brought up a engaging debate on what to commemorate. I voiced my concern that while these 168 deaths are tragic, so many thousands and millions die without a second thought of preventable diseases or malnutrition. Where is there memorial? Why are immense amounts of funds put into this land art when it could save lives elsewhere? Many reiterated the answers I already knew...the suddenness and randomness of the event scared a generation, the media attention of the cold blooded trigger man, and the desire not to build over the physical site of the tragedy...but it left the questions coming. What would I want funds to be used for I was the victim of such random tragedy? What will this space mean to our country in 20 years? Comments on any of these would be welcome.

I think I am a picky reader. Though I've finished four books, I've also read 60-70 pages into three other books before shrugging them off. The latest was the Pulitzer Prize winning The Life of Oscar Wao, a story of an overweight Dominican geek toiling in loneliness. My new pickup is Nicholas Nickleby, which grabbed me mainly because of a theatre poster my father used to have in our old house. Let's hope Dickens doesn't lose me!

The next ride is into Arnett and should be around 90ish miles. It is dedicated to my mother Stacey. Mom, you are my role model for so many things; juggling family and career, voicing honest opinions, doing behind the scenes legwork, and cooking mastery (I need some recipes for medical school, by the way). I am an admitted mama's boy and I hope I grow up to be much like you. Thank you for everything. I can't wait to see you (and the whole Kole clan) in Colorado Springs.

Speaking of which, here is a mind blowing tid bit for ya...Within this month of June, I will have gone from South Carolina to Colorado. I must like to ride my bicycle, huh?

Oklahoma Opening

So after a concerned call from my Aunt, let me clarify: being sore doesn't ring the death toll for this trip, it's just a reality of pedaling kooky amount of mileage. Like at mile 35 of today's 102 miler, riding solo and glaring at an upcoming hill thinking "Wasn't Oklahoma supposed to be flat?" Pop in a Werther's caramel, belt out some Little Mermaid and those pedals are pounding again. I am still finishing in the lead group most days, so don't fret. I did this trip to test my mental and physical toughness, so I would be upset if I wasn't a little achy.

We made it to Oklahoma! Today's century ride took us to Henryetta, a dwindling town of 7,000. Concluding through their 'Main Street,' most windows were boarded up, relics of a once vibrant strip. This sad sight has become a common occurrence along my travels. Interstates divert travelers away from the state highways, Walmart out competes local businesses, staple industries are outsourced...the causes are many, the result the same: small towns withering and replaced by cookie cutter clusters of Subway, Family Dollar, and Sonic. This topic deserves a separate post entirely, and as I have another 98 miles on my plate for tomorrow, cannot delve into now. However, there is still more to share...

The church here gave us a wonderful reception, bringing in more than 50 local residents to meet with us and hear our presentation. They served the most delicious brownies I have ever indulged in (sorry Mom). I leaped at the opportunity to meet so many locals, chatting about Henryetta's history (home to Troy Aikman and inventor of the mechanic bull Jim Shoulders), church cultural norms, rural/urban differences, and dream vacations. Highlights of the night included the generous donation sum of $265, a tour of their one room town museum, and locals nicknaming me "Clark Kent." Super.

Photos of Arkansas can be found here! It is tough to take photos when you want to be involved in the day, but I need to do more shooting. My memories will fade without more pictorial kick starts, so I'll get snapping. Though slacking with the camera, I've been an avid reader, concluding my fourth book minutes ago. Minutes...oh dear, time for bed! When you need to wake up at 4:30, bedtime really sneaks up on you. Ta ta for now, Oklahoma City tomorrow...

Morning addition: Today's 99 mile ride to OKC is devoted to my father (on Father's Day no less). With a deep love of family, a commitment to justice, and lighthearted goofiness, my dad helped shape the person I am today. Dad, enjoy the Father's Day postcards coming in the mail and have a great day. I love you very much and thank you for being you.

Arkansas Recap

Jon Kole, reporting live from Fort Smith, the second largest city in Arkansas. Before we move on to Oklahoma, a discussion of the past days' events is in order...

With a full free day in Little Rock, I (as many of you would expect) sought to maximize every minute. I woke up early to do some fundraising and publicity emails for Bike and Build, then hopped a shuttle to the downtown district. First destination was the Clinton Library, a prize of modern architecture within its own local park. Bryant and I looked around the lobby and made the executive decision to move to the next location, the Arkansas Art Center. They had a wonderfully surprising collection, even boasting the likes of Van Gogh and Monet. We took some artsy photos (upcoming post) and goofed off with a camp group before heading to Sonic for a midday beverage. Off the bike, we realized how brutal Southern heat is. With 15-16 mph of wind in your face, the heat never really wipes you out. Walking the streets in a stagnant 93-93 F heat, however, leaves you a tad fa-chlemped. We toughed it out and huffed it several miles to see Central High, the site of the historic Little Rock 9 who first integrated the schools. They had a pleasant little museum very reminscient of the Chicago Freedom Museum, which was a treat. We strolled on to see the current and past State Capitol buildings, immersing ourselves into ongoing tours with James Bond stealth. The evening concluded with another minor league game, though the home Little Rock Travelers couldn't seal the victory. Hearing the wealth and breadth of my experiences, two or three other riders told me, "Next day off, I am sticking with you!" Catch me if you can.

Thursday was back on saddle, riding 67 miles to Russellville, AR. Not a particularly great riding day for me, as I have unfortunately been developing some soreness in the rear. However, visiting the local Arkansas Tech campus and purchasing one of their school shirts boosted my spirits. Why, pray tell? I believe they have the nation's best nickname: the Arkansas Tech Wonderboys. I now am the proud owner of a T-shirt reading: "Yes, We are the Wonderboys." Glorious.

Today's ride of 94 miles was quite the adventure. Eager to see more of the pride of Arkansas, several riders and I left the day's charted course and headed off to the Ozark National Forest. While futzing around the trails, we stumbled upon a great swimming spot. Again and again in this state, I find myself thinking of my childhood summers in the Adirondacks. The lush greenery, rolling hills, and hidden lakes...yet I am different. I swam and played for a bit, but soon thought of the philosophical book in my bag (Our Posthuman Future) and left diving off docks for reading under the sun. The 7 year old Jono would have been mortified. The rest of the day featured scenic roadways, spurts of conversation with my goodhearted companion Ben, and jamming to Disney songs in my head. It is surprising how effective Aladdin can be rejuvenating my legs, especially with appropriate riding dance moves. Okay, so maybe Jono lives on.

Tomorrow is a flat 95 miles into Henryetta, Oklahoma. Oklahoma. How on earth am I already in Oklahoma? I never biked longer than 50 miles before this trip, and now I am entering my sixth state on this tour. Mind is officially blown. Speaking of which, I will arise to bike in less than 5 hours, so rest is required. Good night to all and to all a good night!

Entering Little Rock

Diverse day of riding today...We started with some empty, rural plains, passing through town after town with posted populations below 250. I was cruising with the birthday girl Sarah, an independent minded social activist, making the miles fly by with conversations on education, power structures, and favorite vegetables (note to self, have to try kale). We stopped at the tiny Museum of Plantation Agriculture in Scott, AR (2 bucks if you can find it on a non-Internet map). After my first flat tire of the trip, we came upon Little Rock and had the pleasure of riding their 7-8 miles of river trail. I loved it! Getting lost in green parks within cities, immersed in nature yet still in civilization...I can't get enough of it. We then crossed the largest pedestrian/bicycling bridge in the US simply and aptly named "Big Dam Bridge."

This United Methodist Church gave us yet another amazing meal. I honestly am eating more food than I ever have, and for those of you that know me, that is truly saying something. Tray after tray of Southern BBQ, mounds of homemade potato salads, plates of assorted fruits and vegetables...every meal is a feast. Not to mention peanut butter now makes up about 27% of my bloodstream. Even though I will need it for more than 900 miles over the next 11 days, the volume still shocks me. I've also noticed that most members (myself included) of our gang have become quite lax on food consumption cleanliness. Crumbs in hair, honey on elbows, frosting on shins...sometimes it looks like we decided to swim in our food. Sexy, huh? It just speaks to the level of comfort we have reached with each other. No longer do people change shirts in bathroom stalls, instead openly discussing the anti-chaffing creams to rub in their nether regions. Too much information for you? Maybe. You will find the truth here on Road Reflections.

The stay in Arkansas, the natural state, is brought to you by my Great Aunt Kitty. At my birth, she bestowed a wonderful gift upon me: a scrapbook chronicling the complete genealogy of the Kole family. Ever since, her generosity has never faltered, giving so much throughout my childhood and up to this trip, including a care package of luscious brownies. I admire her independence, open-mindedness and good-natured sass. I thank you for everything and love you very much.

Now I am off to enjoy my free day in Little Rock, which may include a movie in their riverside park and a trip to the Clinton Library. Hoping to squeeze a little reading in too. Tough life huh?