100,000 miles

Today was not so much about an 85 mile ride from Ottumwa to Burlington in Iowa, but more about a single rider from amongst the bike adventure team who achieved a lifelong ambition.Continue reading

Transitions

Written by: Mark Murphy

I’ve found that transitions in life tend to be daunting.  Whether it is getting married, getting unmarried, new job, addition of kids, sending kids off, going on an adventure, etc.  While many of these transitions are joyous, they still cause me (and I’d imagine a lot of other people) some level of angst.  Continue reading

Priorities

Written by: Tom Weber (Geezerman)

 

I have had priorities on my mind for a number of months now, because of the resent injuries my son experienced on a ski slope. Faith priorities, physical priorities and character priorities. Continue reading

It’s about the people

Written by: Kim Eisenbarth
 
 
I joined this version of the Fuller Family in West Yellowstone, on Sunday for the next two weeks.   The past three days have been among the most challenging of my Fuller experience.   (and this installment will make the 13th week I have had the privilege of riding with these folks).  

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Offering a hand up

Fuller Center Bike Adventure isn’t simply a bike trip. Although, from the outside, it might seem to be just that. In actuality, the bike trip has nothing to do with the purpose of what our team is doing.Continue reading

Becoming a family

Written by: Larry Cooper

It’s been a week since we met in Seattle to commence our FCBA Seattle to Washington D.C. cross-country bike ride. Most of the 35 support staff and riders had never before met, and for many, this was their first FCBA Ride. Continue reading

Living Simply

by Sam Vandenheede

            Today was another beautiful ride down the west coast, we left the incredible state of Oregon and entered California. We were greeted by a fine mist of fog rolling off the Pacific Ocean into the mountains, through pastures of cattle. Just one of todays gorgeous sights. As we peddled on through the winding roads of the countryside the sun peaked over the mountains to our left and melted away the fog, revealing incredible vistas of the Pacific. We all gathered for lunch at a local “hole in the wall” diner, Alta’s. We feasted on some of the best burgers we’ve encountered, then settled in for the remaining 12 miles to Crescent City, our home for the night.Continue reading