No turning back

Written by: Zach Rundell


Last Friday I woke up at 5:30 a.m. just like any other morning. As I was midway through my routine, I had a revelation: for the first time, in nearly two weeks, I wasn’t sore. My legs didn’t ache and my back wasn’t stiff. Then, I thought about all of the mileage I had ridden so far. We had biked nearly 700 miles through three states. It was the first time on this trip that I felt I had the strength and mental fortitude to finish the long haul to Portland, Maine.

I did not possess this confidence when I arrived in Astoria, Oregon. When I met the crew and saw my fellow riders I was very discouraged. I was told that my bike was too heavy and my tires were too big, and I wondered if I really had what it takes to ride more than 3,000 miles this summer. I reflected on all of the challenges, big and small, that I had given up on when things got hard. I carried this self-doubt along with me for 700 miles. My Friday morning revelation was more important than you might realize; it was the moment that I decided this would not be another dream I talk myself out of.

My newfound confidence was immediately challenged when I stepped outside with my bike. We had a 60+ mile trek ahead and it was pouring rain. It was as if God himself was pushing us away from Missoula, Montana. Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating and it was only sprinkling, but any amount of rain for 60 miles of riding is too much rain.

Then, I gritted my teeth and buckled in. Four and a half hours later, with a lot of help from my new friends, I was able to roll up to the church in Missoula.

This isn’t easy, but with the support of Fuller Center’s awesome support crew and my fellow riders, I know I will be able to push through these next eight weeks.


P.S. will someone please mail Scott and Bob some of those breathe right anti-snoring strips...

What should I blog about?

Written by: Dave Maidt


So, here I am, on my knees, in a strange bathroom, sprawled across a toilet bowl, with a crow bar in my hand, prying tackless strip from the back corner of the floor behind the bowl, thinking to myself, ‘darn, I gotta Blog tonight.’ What in the world could I blog about? As the SAG (Support Aid Gear) driver I’ve never blogged on any of my previous 4 FCBA trips before. What could I possibly blog about? Continue reading

Adventuring outside your comfort zone

Written by: Marie Polick

Every few miles I see a sign about the Lewis and Clark trail. Seeing some of the terrain they covered, I have tried hard to envision what it must have been like for them to press forward into the unknown. There were no roads or maps and just like each bend I go around or hill I climb; I don’t know exactly what’s coming next. They walked all that way not knowing the mountains or valleys they would face. I wonder how they dealt with the various climates, weather, so many unknowns; aren’t our lives similar? Continue reading


Thank you, thank you, six days of riding done, (400 miles, 20,000 feet of elevation gain and 1,700 feet of loss) 3,400 miles to go. Several times we have had wonderful, strong, westerly tail winds allowing us to roll at 20 to 24 miles per hour on the flats, and occasionally we have faced a bit of challenging crosswinds. I have felt my body needing to work pretty hard on most days; hopefully that will improve with time. Yesterday, I managed 100 miles for the second time in my life.
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Enjoying the little things

Written by: Judy Nast

Wednesday night at the Baptist church, we had a true potluck dinner furnished by our host church. Humm, hum good.
Today has been a day of adventure, starting with breakfast burritos prepared by our team. When it was time to leave Bingen Baptist Church all  of the drains were backed-up. After diligent work by many the problem was mastered. Continue reading

Making every day an adventure

Written by: Brianna Kelly 


Today after the ride, I took a hike behind the church and took a trail led through what seemed like a rainforest down to a bridge and gorgeous waterfalls. We enjoyed climbing around on the rocks below and marveling at the beauty of God’s creation. That something so different from the city could be hiding behind the church was mind blowing. This little side adventure reminded me of a conversation I once had with the trip leader Connor. What I pulled from the conversation is that there is challenge and growth and vulnerability all around us. Often the unexpected within the familiar holds the most meaningful adventures.  Continue reading

Round Two

Written by: Mark Murphy 

Wow, back on the FCBA cross country ride again!!  I rode across the USA last year with this wonderful group of strangers that became friends.  I am so excited to meet the new people who have joined our merry band as well as catching up with some of the great people who have also returned from last years ride.

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To FCBA, With Love

Written by: Jessica McClain

I have been a part of FCBA in some capacity for four years now- in 2015 and 2016 as a media intern, and as full-time FCBA staff since then. I have seen blissfully easy days of 16 miles (seriously- in 2015 we had a day that was only 16 miles long for some reason) and gruelingly difficult days over mountain passes, through storms, and in sweltering heat. And yet, through all of those days in all of their diversity, we always have such a need for love to propel us through the challenge that FCBA presents.

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