Cloudy, With a Chance of Cactus
March 6, 2026

By Rose Lahti
Hemet, CA → Palm Desert, CA
Day 3 – Miles: 57.32

By Rose Lahti
Day 3 – Miles: 57.32

By Neil Mullikin
We are off on another adventure.

By Martin Merkt
Today we had the pleasure of leaving West Palm Beach and we rode down Worth Avenue which is similar to Rodeo Drive.

By Thad Vaughn
We started our fourth day of riding from Okeechobee with a brisk 28-degree start.

By Paul Rouse
Today was our third ride day. Yesterday we had a great time doing yard work and maintenance at the New Testament homeless mission in Sebring, Florida. The grounds and buildings looked so much better when we left. The weather was overcast with increasing winds and falling temperatures all day.

Today, we began in Kosciusko, a charming town named after a Polish-Lithuanian general who fought alongside the Patriots in the Revolutionary War, and concluded in Jackson, the bustling state capital of Mississippi.
Our ride carried us past sprawling farms and lush woodlands, with a serene, extended stretch alongside the shimmering Barnett Reservoir. The final few miles led us onto a beautiful bike path winding through the woods. Thankfully, the route’s gentle downhill gradient gave tired legs a welcome boost, propelling us swiftly and steadily toward the finish.
As we neared the end, an unexpected wave of reluctance swept over me—I didn’t want the ride to end. So, John Borrego and I turned back to rejoin the sweepers for the last few miles. That moment became the highlight of the day: sharing the joy of riding alongside new friends who embody their faith in such genuine, open, and inspiring ways. To me, that’s the heart of the Fuller Center—discovering Him in one another through service and fellowship.
I am deeply grateful to have been a part of this ride and joined the meaningful mission it supports.

I’m Courtney, a first-time Fuller Center rider from St. Louis, MO, and I’m tickled pink to be sharing this beautiful trek with extraordinary people, both in our group and in the church communities we’ve met along the way.
Teamwork and communication took center stage today as our route required a long detour off the Trace. We began with a joyful send-off from our friends at Parkway Baptist Church, who hosted us for two days (Ride Day 4 and our community service day on Trip Day 5) and shared many wonderful meals and moments with us. As we rolled out together, our bright orange Fuller Center shirts blended into a sea of fire, a powerful metaphor of how the Bike Adventure unites us in service. Each of us adds our own flame of faith to brighten the darkness and help others’ embers glow.
Our very long cue sheet and winding hills spread us out fairly quickly, and I enjoyed some meditative solo ride time, reflecting on our connections, the communities we’ve engaged with, and the Fuller Center’s mission to put faith into action. But solitude didn’t last long… 50 miles into the longest ride day of the trip, we encountered a surprise 5-mile stretch of deep gravel. Another metaphor inbound: seeing it as a call to slow down and look around, we downshifted. Some worked together as a team to make small pedaling passes, maneuvering the path carefully and encouraging each other. For others who preferred to bypass it, our support team sprang to action to coordinate rides while keeping the rest stops humming, fixing flat tires (mine, oops!), and staying in touch with our hosts. Meticulously, all together and in a low gear that distributed the power, we made it through and enjoyed a beautiful reunion with the Trace for the last 20 miles.
Today’s challenge reminded me that sometimes slowing down in the hard moments, rather than sinking into frustration or disappointment, helps us stay safe and connected, leading to a positive outcome for everyone involved. Tackling that stretch as a team (even though we were spread out) turned it into a shared memory of patience, perseverance, and joy. Enter metaphor #3… our post-gravel hugs, high fives, and vent seshes felt a bit like a church service: coming to God as a community, celebrating salvation and experiencing God’s love in action together.
The detour proved to be an adventure, even for seasoned Natchez Trace veterans, some of whom have done this particular ride 10 times! But we all arrived safely at Redbud Springs Cornerstone Church in Kosciusko, MS, and ended the day with an epic dinner of pasta, salad, and Ding Dongs topped with ice cream (as delicious as it sounds).
With somehow only one ride day left, I’m in awe of our group and deeply grateful for this experience. My first Fuller Center ride has infused my spirit with a sense of community and service I’ve been seeking for a long time, and I can’t wait to see what joys tomorrow and future Bike Adventures will bring!

Thursday the Fuller Center Bike Adventure group left early in the morning after spending Wednesday on a Local Fuller project finishing a house. The Baptist Church in Ridgeway was very accommodating and went out of their way to prepare a great dinner and breakfast and were a fantastic host for the Fuller Center Bike Adventure. This was my first day working support with Stephanie in the mini- van.
Pat took Jessica with him in the Fuller van and trailer. We set things up a little bit differently with three rest stops and we had one restroom break at a Piggly Wiggly about halfway through the ride due to the lack of restrooms along the Trace Thursday was the first day we had any sort of injuries as we hit some gravel which turned out to be quite deep and challenged our bikers balance and coordination skill for five miles. Some riders listened to WhatsApp advice and jumped into the van to get through this section. We did have several scraped elbows and knees as they got waylaid by the detour. The gravel had to be a foot thick in places, but that’s where the word Adventure comes from.
We also had our first flat tire of the route which so far God has blessed us and we’ve only had one flat tire and it couldn’t have happened at a better place. Courtney was leaving rest stop number three and didn’t even manage to get across the road when her tube started hissing. Stephany pulled off a NASCAR pit crew worthy tire tube change. This was the longest ride so far but the day off the saddle with our build day had everyone enjoying the great weather and beautiful views the Natchez Trace had to offer.
The day was progressively warmer as we headed south. The third rest stop was a long one as the distance between the Fabulous Fast Four and our sweeps Bill and Ken opened up during the day. After packing up we headed on to our nights stay at Kosciusko. Try saying three time fast. There we unpacked vans and lined up to use the shower before dinner. Once again the local chefs had a great spaghetti meal ready. God has truly blessed us with great weather , great team leaders, and no accidents.


The parking lot of Liberty Christian Church in Dennis, MS was filled with Fuller Center riders wearing orange, surrounded by the sounds of cycling shoes on pavement and tires being topped off by air pumps. After a final blessing we set off, a colorful peloton united by faith and a shared love for the open road.
The beauty of the Natchez Trace Parkway in fall is unparalleled. The usual verdant greens are still hanging on but are just starting to give way to fiery reds, brilliant oranges, and deep yellows. The cool breeze on our faces as we started the day was invigorating, but we knew warmer temperatures were coming as the hours counted away. With 78 miles to go, this ride was going to go well into the afternoon.
We paused at various historical markers along the way, taking moments to reflect on the stories of those who had traveled this ancient path before us—Native Americans, European settlers, and soldiers. These brief respites offered not just physical rest but also a chance to connect with the rich heritage of the Trace.
As the miles accumulated, so too did our camaraderie. We supported each other through challenging climbs and celebrated exhilarating descents. By late that afternoon, a sense of eager anticipation mixed with a comfortable weariness settled over the group as we approached Houston, MS. The promise of rest, fellowship, and a good meal spurred us on. Parkway Baptist Church did not disappoint. From the moment we rolled into their parking lot, we were enveloped in warmth and genuine hospitality.
Our generous hosts had prepared an incredible feast, a spread that perfectly matched our cyclist-sized appetites. Tables groaned under the weight of a wide array of delicious foods. The aroma alone was enough to make our mouths water! We ate, we laughed, and we shared stories from the day’s ride, feeling truly cherished and welcomed by our new friends at Parkway Baptist.
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