Rain is a Good Thing

Written by: Stephany Escalante Galindo 

Today we rode 78 miles from Grand Canyon, Arizona to Flagstaff, Arizona. Wake up time was at 5 a.m. During the night you could hear the rain drops fall on our tent. As we were having breakfast, those of us who hiked asked each other how their legs were, and some said thighs were hurting, others said calves, and others said the soles of their feet were hurting. After breakfast, the tents were put away. Everyone wore their rain gear because it was forecast.

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...

A Grand Golden Hour

Written by: Alice Little Caldwell

We reached the Grand Canyon on Thursday and got the tents set up before a light rain started . . . and stopped. The weather improved and we watched the sunset over the Grand Canyon- a magnificent sight. Friday arrived, and the Bike Adventure team had a day off. Some chose to rest and recuperate while others set out on a different kind of adventure – to explore the Grand Canyon.

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Climbing to Cooler Weather

Written by: Kim Eisenbarth

Today we rode from Prescott, AZ to Williams, AZ. It was much cooler this morning, which we all
appreciated. I expected the day to be a relatively easier than yesterday. 3,600 feet of climbing
compared to almost 6,000. But, it wasn’t. It was a vivid reminder that most of our challenges
and obstacles are mental, and we can all get through it better with the help of our friends
(thanks, Kert!).

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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

A Family who Bikes Together…

Written by Johnny Busby:

Today is June 12, 2018, and it is only my third day of riding with the Fuller Center Bicycle Adventure. Man, has it been an adventure, from road closures and detours to fighting for your space on Arizona highways, to deciding what to cook the community for dinner as part of the dinner team. I draw comfort from knowing that I’m with a community of people who are sacrificing their time and comfort to ensure everyone has affordable housing. I recall my pastor once saying if it doesn’t hurt, it’s not giving, and I tend to believe that true sacrifice should cost me. This year I get to share the adventure with my son by teaching him that it is better to give than to receive.

Written by Jarel Busby:

So, my dad and I started riding with the Fuller Center for Housing this week; this is the first time I have lived within a community of people with various backgrounds, all coming together for the same goal to end poverty housing. As a teenager, it’s inspiring seeing adults sacrifice their time to help others, and what better way to do it than on a bicycle? I love riding my bike, but I have to admit I have not ridden more than 20 miles at any one time. Now I am riding 60, 70, and 80 miles on a given day. The people I have met are awesome, so encouraging, and helpful. One of the riders, Rick, is from Denver, Colorado, too. He is a very cool guy, and a Denver Broncos fan like my dad and I. Hopefully when we are done riding with the Fuller Center we can visit him and go see a game.

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

Climbing to the Canyon

Written by: Dan Sheridan

Today was a relaxing day of desert cycling. We began our long climb out of the Valley of the Sun by pedaling up a steady 1% grade for about 25 miles. We’re about 1,000 feet above Phoenix, so it’s 2 or 3 degrees cooler here. It was a short day, 46 miles, with a tailwind. We started at about 5:30 am, about 10 minutes after sunrise, and the last riders arrived by about 10:15 am.

Tomorrow the climbing gets more serious. We will ride 68 miles and climb 6,250 feet. We will have some downhill too, but will end up about 3,000 feet above our current elevation. I think many of us are a bit nervous about the climb in the heat, but are excited to climb to cooler temperatures.

It’s amazing the hospitality that our church hosts show us. Peace Lutheran church in Peoria offered great hospitality, and today St. Alban’s Church in Wickenberg welcomed us with cool beverages, fruit, and comfortable places to spread our gear in air conditioned comfort.

We will continue our journey north to the Grand Canyon, where we will arrive on Thursday

Time Flies when You’re Having Fun

Written by: Monica Busby

The sun has risen at 5:30am, and after 2 hours we have all gotten out of bed.  I’m stoked to know this will be our last riding day of week 1!  8 straight riding days for me and still feeling great!  Thinking about what music to play all day…ahhh…Disney music faves?  I think movie themes should pump everyone up!

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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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