Going from Spokane Falls towards Oregon, I’m almost sad leaving our gracious host of last 2 days in Bonners Ferry. It will be exciting to watch the website for the house recipients taking possession of the home in next few months. This is especially true as we had been so closely involved working with the family on the home.
This was my first bike adventure with the Fuller Center, but I suspect it won’t be my last, especially because of an unexpected ending, more on that later. To be honest, riding with the Fuller Center was in my initial vision an inexpensive way to undertake a supported bike tour of our great country. At the same time there is the satisfying aspect that 89% of the entry fee is going to build housing for those who cannot afford decent, safe, or sanitary housing. In order to accomplish the goal of raising substantial funds, the bike adventure is described as a “minimalist” journey. Indeed at times that is the case and one undertaking a Fuller bike adventure must be prepared to be resourceful, tough, and not expect a chocolate on your pillow! But having said that, wow, some of the dinners put on by the local churches are fantastic. Sleeping on mats within churches works well and we had a shower available every night.
Today we traveled from Indianapolis to Richmond, IN. Along my ride I was thinking about this blog and what could I possibly share about this ride. I joined in Peoria, IL and will end in Springfield, OH on 8/1/19.
Illinois and Indiana have many things in common, but the thing that stands out to me is all the corn fields. Both states have had heavy spring rains and therefore there is quite a range in the size of the corn plants. Since I was born and raised in southern Illinois, I have seen many fields over my lifetime and can say that some of the farmers were able to get the crop planted on time and the stalks are tall and sturdy, as can be expected. Other farmers, unfortunately have had to wait for the ground to dry out to give the seed a firm foundation in which the roots can grow and therefore the growth is quite behind. We were blessed with a literally “sweet treat” on Friday evening when our host church in Indy prepared a hamburger cookout with a large pot of fresh sweet corn soaked in butter. Well, maybe mine was soaked in butter. 🙂Continue reading→
Last Friday we had a day off after reaching Glacier National Park. It had taken several grueling days to get there, and the question arose, ‘What should we do?’The answer, of course, was ride our bikes up the Going-to-the-Sun Road!
Woweewawa!!! What an amazing stay in Polson, Montana on Flathead Lake. The Rodrique family was so gracious in allowing us to stay at their place. Everyone in the group wanted to take an off day at this location instead of riding in to Glacier National Park. (That says something!). Alas, however, we bucked up and got on our bikes in the morning and rode on. The ride along Flathead Lake gifted us with breathtaking views for 45 miles before we headed off the lakeshore en route to Glacier.
For the past couple days, we’ve been used to rolling country roads flanked by corn and soybeans and interrupted by few vehicles. While riding on roads that allow for idle chatting is a nice break from narrow shoulders and busy traffic, watching field after field go by can become a little boring. Today, we shook up the scenery as we rolled nearer and nearer to Indianapolis. Houses started to appear instead of just barns, and more interesting sights revealed themselves.Continue reading→
As a new rider I have experienced many wonderful events on the ride from Bozeman, Montana towards Glacier; wonderful welcomes and hosts, fabulous scenery, awesome riders, challenging mileage, fun conversations, terrific food, and much much more. I have never, however, experienced headwinds like we experienced on the ride from Deer Lodge, MO to Missoula, MO. Our day was supposed to be a breeze (no pun intended) with the majority of our 85 miles being a gentle downhill descent towards Missoula. It ended up being one of the most difficult rides of the trip.
Although I have participated in previous Fuller Center Bike Adventures, this is my first week back – for the segment from Bozeman, Montana to Glacier National Park. As I flew into Bozeman, I was awed by the beauty of the mountains. I have become more acquainted with them from the seat of a bicycle. On Tuesday, we left from Whitehall, Montana, where we stayed in a very hospitable United Methodist Church. The members served us dinner and a hot breakfast the next morning. We had explored the town the day before and found the best ice cream deal – a heaping cup of Montana ice cream for a small town price.