Billings to Hardin - 54, no sweat
Time to get on the bike once more...we had a short day, and there was nothing to see, so we let Billings around 9:30AM and made it into camp around 1PM. Oh yeah, did I mention we had a tailwind the entire way? Can't complain too much about a day like that.
I had missed my mom's call, so decided to give her a ring. She asked me about the mail that day. Apparently she had sent me a card with money in it that I didn't receive...stupid post office. I mean, CASH!!! Ugh, I'll get over it...eventually.
Since none of us were really tired, we headed across the street to the city pool. Get this..Olympic size with a diving board! Needless to say we were all showing our tricks. About as good as I got was a front flip; there were some boys doing stuff far more exciting, so I don't think anything I could have done would have been even slightly impressive.
After swimming, about half the group headed to a sports pub to watch the Tour de France. Watching guys pedaling through the hills only reminded me of my own sore bum, so I decided to head back to camp pretty quickly. Watching cycling on TV is the same as watching golf - long, tedious, unending.
Beyond Basil (the catering company from Billings) showed up to grant us with another fabulous meal. This one was topped off with grilled pound cake. Hey, don't knock it till you try it! It's definitely worth a couple bites.
Hardin to Sheridan - 84 miles
WE MADE IT TO WYOMING! And not a day too soon. Earlier in the morning, Rachel, Letty and I were making a turn at a stop light only to have a guy in a TRACKER yell, "Get out of the effing road!" Oh, and did I mention that our tents were sprayed by one of the mosquito control trucks while we were spending the night in Hardin? I think it was time for us to make a quick exit of of that ginormous state; I was glad to be moving on.
As soon as we hit Wyoming, I started noticing a huge lapse in there infrastructure - the ability to get rid of their road kill. I can't tell you how many decaying carcases I flew by, but I would have been happy if I hadn't seen any of them.
With about 30 miles to go, Rachel, Letty, and I ran into another rider who we equipped with Ipod speakers. A couple Britney songs later, we were super pumped and traveling at a pretty decent pace until we hit camp. Speaking of camp, have you ever stayed in a KOA? Well, you need to get yourself to one fast! We had wifi in our tents and unlimited access to a hot tub! The jets sure did feel nice on all our aches and pains. Overall, a nice night indeed.
Sheridan to Gilette - 111 miles
Since we had such a long day ahead of us, we had to get up before the sun. Packing a cold, wet tent is not exactly fun, so I wasn't too happy when the alarm went off.
Once I was on the bike, however, I felt like a machine. Though we faced a lot of hills and some decent climbs, I was keeping a fast pace all day. Once i reached mile 93, though, I was ready to get to camp. As I was climbing one of the last hills, a car pulled up next to me and started taking pictures of me. I'm pretty sure that's illegal, so I kept trying to wave them off. Once I got to camp, I realized what was going on; the individuals were reporters for the Gilette, Wyoming newspaper. The next day, I graced the pages of the Gilette News-Record. I picked the right day to be the first gal into camp - every other day I'm usually middle of the pack or towards the back b/c I spend a ridiculous amount of time at the rest stops. Yay Gilette (that's right, just like the razor is spelled)
Gilette to Newcastle - 75 miles
To be completely honest, I don't remember much about the ride this day. I do remember having to climb a lot of hills and I do remember the scenery being pretty much blah and boring, but other than that, I'm drawing a blank. If you're ever rolling through Wyoming, I don't suggest making this drive - you will not be missing anything!
BUT..we did stay in the Senior Center for the night. I LOVE OLD PEOPLE! They are just so nice the they love to help you and take care of you. When we got to camp, a few of us got a ride back to Devil's Tower, which a pretty neat sight to see. I just wish the sun wasn't so intense when we got there b/c many of our pictures didn't turn out. Guess that's something I'll just have to keep a mental photo of.
That night we played a jersey/tshirt switching game, played much like Dirty Santa. I was pretty excited I ended up with a pair of Big Ride Across America shorts; I couldn't afford them when we were sent emails about them before the trip, so getting my hands on a pair of shorts that will forever remind me of this experience was a pretty grand deal. In order to play the game and get the shorts, I had to give up something of my own. I decided to put in my pink riding shirt. One of the boys from Cali ended up with it and wore it the next day; I think the cap sleeves look slightly more appropriate on the female form, but he was a good sport about it and wore it the next day.
After dinner, many of us were hanging out in the library of the center, and I found a huge shelf of puzzles. I should have completely ignored it and just gone to bed, but then I wouldn't be me. I got out a 550 piece set and went to work. After about an hour, I had a fourth of it done, but one of the other riders grabbed me by the arm and made me head towards bed. It's probably a good thing - I would've been there at least a couple more hours; puzzles are terribly addictive.
Newcastle to Rapid City - 81 miles
I began the day feeling pretty rotten, probably because I only got about 3 hours of sleep due to the puzzle incident and the train plowing through every half hour. The ride leader tried to get me to sag for the day, but I know myself, and I'm gonna let some congestion and a little headache stop me from riding. I'm going to need AT LEAST IV fluids attached to my arm, a couple broken bones, and 104 fever - anything less than that and I'm going to be in the saddle.
The day started like a basic Big Ride day - a few hills and a little wind, nothing unbearable. got to South Dakota - state number 5 - and entered the Black Hills. We had a 7" climb for 1.5 miles (the steepest climb we've had yet), a few more climbs, but then we had some fun. We had about a 20 mile decent through Custer State Park - it was absolutely beautiful and so much fun to duck down and take the twists and turns of the road. It was by far my favorite part of the ride thus far because the weather, scenery, terrain, and experience all wrapped together was just awesome.
I should have known that part was too good to last. Upon exiting the park, we were hit with a pretty strong side wind. About 5 miles later, we had to turn directly against it. The wind was blowing around 25 mph with up to 50 mph gusts. Letty, Rachel, and I tried to set a pace line, but the gusts were throwing our wheels out from under us and it was just too tricky to try and stay in line. The wind was so strong, I was pedaling downhill in the gear I usually climb uphill in! In fact, at some points, I was in the lowest gear possible pedaling as fast as I could as was only able to go about 4 mph. I can normally get 10 miles done in about 30-35 minutes...it took me 2.5 hours to get 15 miles done. I never thought I would be so happy to make it to the end of a day. Needless to say, I have a new understanding of the term "headwind".
One of the rider's had a rental car b/c his girlfriend came to visit and asked if any of us would like to go see Mt. Rushmore. Since I've never been able to see it before, I decided to tag along. It was nice to see first hand what I have seen so many times in books throughout my life. It really is something to take in, especially at night when it is all lit up.
After the rough day of riding, some of the younger riders decided we needed to get out. We went to a couple of places and finally ended up at a pretty decent dance club. After spending so many days on a bike, it was nice to be doing something else with my legs. It was so much fun to blow off some steam and just have a good time. If you're ever in Rapid City, South Dakota, I recommend Murphy's on Main Street.
Rapid City rest day - ahhhhh
Woke up late: Check
Ate: Check
Went to a pub and had a couple beers with the guys: Check
Slept some more: Check
Mass: Check
Sat some more: Check
Finally realized I should do something productive and threw laundry in and cleaned my water bottles: done and done.
101 miles in store for us tomorrow. I'm hoping the wind decides to be on our side - PLEASE PRAY FOR TAILWINDS!!!
Off to bed I go; hope you enjoy this installment of the Crazy Adventure of Catie Picou.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Monday, July 7, 2008
Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Woes
Last time I posted we were at the University of Montana in Missoula. It has been many rides since, and now I'm still in the great state of Montana at Montana State University-Billings. This is what I have learned about this large state thus far.
"Oh yeah, it's all downhill to (blank)," means lots of rolling hills and a good climb is up ahead.
"It's just a couple miles down the road," means it's actually at least 7, it will probably rain, and you should really ride your bike or take a taxi.
THERE IS NO SALES TAX AND SPEED LIMIT IS PRETTY MUCH NON-EXISTENT. They have the signs, but no one follows them AT ALL.
OK, so onto Big Ride stories...
From Missoula, we had a 98 mile ride to Avon, Montana. Letty and I were riding together for most of the day. She was only slightly behind me talking to another rider, and next thing I know, I go down a hill never to see her again. Turns out she got ANOTHER flat (number 3) and had to fix it up before going on her way. ON getting to Avon, there was ONE cafe on the side of the road, so most of the bikers stopped.
While we were at the cafe, one of the riders from last year swung by. He was wearing his shirt from last year and started sharing his journey across America. It's always nice hearing about what we have in store and what will stick with us after the ride. He loved the ride so much, he decided to pay for all of our food! Can't say a broke college graduate didn't enjoy getting a free meal out of the deal...SWEET.
Upon getting to our stop, we find we are staying at a church camp that has bunkhouses. With that kind of option, this gal took full advantage of not having to stake down a tent for a night. Dinner was catered by the cafe we went to a couple hours before and they brought PIE! Chocolate creme, coconut cream, apple, blueberry, etc...more pie than I've ever seen before at one time. It was AWESOME!
Oh, sleeping in a bunkhouse - haven't done that since sleep away camp. I forgot how much can happen in such a short period of time simply by someone shifting there weight on their plastic covered mattress. I eventually got some shut eye and my top bunk didn't break to crush the guy below, so all lived to see another day.
Avon to Townsend was a ride of only 60 miles. The first part was a big climb up to the Continental Divide! Upon reaching the top of the 11 mile climb (which wasn't quite as bad as I expected, but then again, I keep expecting vertical climbs with massive headwinds, a log truck going 100 miles/hr right next to me, and my tire going flat), there was a turn off to a Vista Point to the top of the Divide. Many riders decided they had no desire to keep climbing, but with only 50 miles left at 9AM, a group of us decided to push on up. WHAT A SIGHT! There were mountains all around us and one could see for miles! It was sooooooooooo cool! There was an information tower at the top, so Letty, Rachel, and I decided to climb up it a little (Rachel all the way to the top; she's nuts and I love it!). Two of the guys needed to use the restroom, so they dispersed to either side of the peak, so one would be relieving himself in the Pacific and the other would be relieving himself in the Atlantic. Oh, the things we entertain ourselves with!
At Townsend, we set up camp at their local high school - on their football field to be exact. Everything was running pretty smoothly until about 5 minutes after I fell asleep; A THUNDERSTORM HIT. The ride leader made all of us evacuate our tents and head into the gym for cover. While we were inside, several of the riders' tents collapsed and a few of their rain flies did just that - flew away. Those of us who were lucky enough to keep our tents and flies were instructed to head back to "our homes" after the rain died down a little. Needless to say, the wind kept up, it kept on raining, and no one really had a good night's sleep.
The terror of Townsend to Harlowtown, another century ride on trip. Not an easy one either.
The day started with a climb (as most of them seem to do) - that was actually the best part of the day. The street ran alongside a little creek so it the running water was pretty peaceful. After the climb, we got an awesome downhill; well, at least for the first part. Halfway through the downhill, the street turned and we were hit with this really strong side wind. My bike started shifting all over the road due the wind, and with double trailered log trucks less than a foot to your side, it's not a comforting situation for anyone involved. Luckily, the road flattened out and turned and we got a really nice tailwind for a good 18 miles. Since we were making pretty good time, we decided to stop at the local diner in White Sulphur Springs while the 4Th of July parade was going on. Didn't think I'd see a mass of Confederate flags at an Independence Day in Montana, but I guess I shouldn't be too shocked with what I see day-to-day anymore. When the parade was over, we began riding only to have to turn to be again the nice tailwind; now a not so nice head and side wind for the next 70 miles. Oh, and did I mention the hills we had to climb and the heat we had to face. Oh, and the fact that because the wind was so strong, we had to peddle really hard DOWNHILL!?!? Not a fun ride AT ALL!
One good thing about the day is Letty, Rachel, and I learned how to draft off of each other. Drafting is when riders ride in a line so the first rider breaks the wind and the rest of the riders reap the benefits of not having to fight so hard. When the lead rider gets tired, she simply waves, and another rider takes the lead. I was feeling pretty exhausted when we had 10 miles left, but the drafting allowed us to finish strong. Letty and Rachel basically saved my life through the draft.
So we get to camp FINALLY, only to find out their is a severe weather warning and the showers are a mile away. In desperate need of some sort of comfort, Letty and I hop on our bikes to head to the showers. We get to the high school (where the showers were supposed to be opened. We checked every door, and NOTHING...all locked. We're thinking no showers. What a great way to spend the holiday right?
Things turned up from that point on. Many riders got hotel rooms and allowed those of us at camp to use their showers. Then a group of boys had a hot dog eating contest. If you think it's gross to watch growing boys stuff their faces with dinner, imagine collegiate and early adults with relish, mustard, ketchup, and hot dog bits all over their faces and diving in for more; not the most pleasant sight. Not that I particularly enjoy them anyway, but I'm pretty certain I will not be having a hot dog for many days to come.
One of the riders decided to buy fireworks (because pretty much everything is legal in Montana) for the whole group, so we spent about an hour setting them off before the town's fireworks show. All in all, we had a really rough day but the evening was festive and a good time - I guess soldiers are not the only ones who have to fight for their freedom on Independence Day. God Bless America.
Harlowtown to Billings..the easiest 91 miles of my life!
After the rough day the day before, the last thing I wanted to do was ride 90 miles. Luckily, someone's looking out for me because we had a nice tailwind all day long. We were going 20 miles/hr. with barely even pedaling. It was the perfect reward for the hard work we put in the day before. Putting just a little trust in the One above really does make everything alright in the end.
We got to Billings and had a catered dinner at 5...and man did the catering company go all out. They had steak and Mahi mahi, tons of sides and fixings, cold beer and soda for all! It was the most fabulous meal we've had to date. They even made us homemade ice cream - who does that???? Only in Montana would we be treated so well.
Since we had an easy day of riding, almost half the riders decided to head to the movies for the evening. When we asked the info desk how far it was, they told us a couple miles. Since we had a big dinner, a few of us decided to walk...bad idea. It rained on us for 20 minutes, and an hour later we weren't even halfway to the theater. We decided to stop at a gas station and hail a cab. We thought we were going to completely miss the movie, but luckily we bought our tickets just in time to see the last preview and enjoy the show. Well, enjoy is a bit of a stretch. Let's just say if someone asks you to see Hancock, tell them there are better ways to spend $8.50.
BILLING REST DAY....NICE
Started the day with mass. The homily was all about how it is important to rest on Sunday in order to enter God's rest. After 4 days of riding, I don't think any of the cyclists had problems with having a full day's rest on Sunday. Rachel, Letty, and I were asked to bring up the gifts and we gladly obliged, although that was a new experience in itself. The priest didn't collect the gifts. Rather, we had to approach the altar and place the bread and wine on the altar ourselves. I guess they do things a little different around here; shocker? I think not.
After mass, there was free coffee and donuts in the hospitality room at church. Gotta love free!
The rest of the day was spent lounging around and taking in a little television. Now I'm rested and ready for another ride.
Still riding, still loving it, still happy.
"Oh yeah, it's all downhill to (blank)," means lots of rolling hills and a good climb is up ahead.
"It's just a couple miles down the road," means it's actually at least 7, it will probably rain, and you should really ride your bike or take a taxi.
THERE IS NO SALES TAX AND SPEED LIMIT IS PRETTY MUCH NON-EXISTENT. They have the signs, but no one follows them AT ALL.
OK, so onto Big Ride stories...
From Missoula, we had a 98 mile ride to Avon, Montana. Letty and I were riding together for most of the day. She was only slightly behind me talking to another rider, and next thing I know, I go down a hill never to see her again. Turns out she got ANOTHER flat (number 3) and had to fix it up before going on her way. ON getting to Avon, there was ONE cafe on the side of the road, so most of the bikers stopped.
While we were at the cafe, one of the riders from last year swung by. He was wearing his shirt from last year and started sharing his journey across America. It's always nice hearing about what we have in store and what will stick with us after the ride. He loved the ride so much, he decided to pay for all of our food! Can't say a broke college graduate didn't enjoy getting a free meal out of the deal...SWEET.
Upon getting to our stop, we find we are staying at a church camp that has bunkhouses. With that kind of option, this gal took full advantage of not having to stake down a tent for a night. Dinner was catered by the cafe we went to a couple hours before and they brought PIE! Chocolate creme, coconut cream, apple, blueberry, etc...more pie than I've ever seen before at one time. It was AWESOME!
Oh, sleeping in a bunkhouse - haven't done that since sleep away camp. I forgot how much can happen in such a short period of time simply by someone shifting there weight on their plastic covered mattress. I eventually got some shut eye and my top bunk didn't break to crush the guy below, so all lived to see another day.
Avon to Townsend was a ride of only 60 miles. The first part was a big climb up to the Continental Divide! Upon reaching the top of the 11 mile climb (which wasn't quite as bad as I expected, but then again, I keep expecting vertical climbs with massive headwinds, a log truck going 100 miles/hr right next to me, and my tire going flat), there was a turn off to a Vista Point to the top of the Divide. Many riders decided they had no desire to keep climbing, but with only 50 miles left at 9AM, a group of us decided to push on up. WHAT A SIGHT! There were mountains all around us and one could see for miles! It was sooooooooooo cool! There was an information tower at the top, so Letty, Rachel, and I decided to climb up it a little (Rachel all the way to the top; she's nuts and I love it!). Two of the guys needed to use the restroom, so they dispersed to either side of the peak, so one would be relieving himself in the Pacific and the other would be relieving himself in the Atlantic. Oh, the things we entertain ourselves with!
At Townsend, we set up camp at their local high school - on their football field to be exact. Everything was running pretty smoothly until about 5 minutes after I fell asleep; A THUNDERSTORM HIT. The ride leader made all of us evacuate our tents and head into the gym for cover. While we were inside, several of the riders' tents collapsed and a few of their rain flies did just that - flew away. Those of us who were lucky enough to keep our tents and flies were instructed to head back to "our homes" after the rain died down a little. Needless to say, the wind kept up, it kept on raining, and no one really had a good night's sleep.
The terror of Townsend to Harlowtown, another century ride on trip. Not an easy one either.
The day started with a climb (as most of them seem to do) - that was actually the best part of the day. The street ran alongside a little creek so it the running water was pretty peaceful. After the climb, we got an awesome downhill; well, at least for the first part. Halfway through the downhill, the street turned and we were hit with this really strong side wind. My bike started shifting all over the road due the wind, and with double trailered log trucks less than a foot to your side, it's not a comforting situation for anyone involved. Luckily, the road flattened out and turned and we got a really nice tailwind for a good 18 miles. Since we were making pretty good time, we decided to stop at the local diner in White Sulphur Springs while the 4Th of July parade was going on. Didn't think I'd see a mass of Confederate flags at an Independence Day in Montana, but I guess I shouldn't be too shocked with what I see day-to-day anymore. When the parade was over, we began riding only to have to turn to be again the nice tailwind; now a not so nice head and side wind for the next 70 miles. Oh, and did I mention the hills we had to climb and the heat we had to face. Oh, and the fact that because the wind was so strong, we had to peddle really hard DOWNHILL!?!? Not a fun ride AT ALL!
One good thing about the day is Letty, Rachel, and I learned how to draft off of each other. Drafting is when riders ride in a line so the first rider breaks the wind and the rest of the riders reap the benefits of not having to fight so hard. When the lead rider gets tired, she simply waves, and another rider takes the lead. I was feeling pretty exhausted when we had 10 miles left, but the drafting allowed us to finish strong. Letty and Rachel basically saved my life through the draft.
So we get to camp FINALLY, only to find out their is a severe weather warning and the showers are a mile away. In desperate need of some sort of comfort, Letty and I hop on our bikes to head to the showers. We get to the high school (where the showers were supposed to be opened. We checked every door, and NOTHING...all locked. We're thinking no showers. What a great way to spend the holiday right?
Things turned up from that point on. Many riders got hotel rooms and allowed those of us at camp to use their showers. Then a group of boys had a hot dog eating contest. If you think it's gross to watch growing boys stuff their faces with dinner, imagine collegiate and early adults with relish, mustard, ketchup, and hot dog bits all over their faces and diving in for more; not the most pleasant sight. Not that I particularly enjoy them anyway, but I'm pretty certain I will not be having a hot dog for many days to come.
One of the riders decided to buy fireworks (because pretty much everything is legal in Montana) for the whole group, so we spent about an hour setting them off before the town's fireworks show. All in all, we had a really rough day but the evening was festive and a good time - I guess soldiers are not the only ones who have to fight for their freedom on Independence Day. God Bless America.
Harlowtown to Billings..the easiest 91 miles of my life!
After the rough day the day before, the last thing I wanted to do was ride 90 miles. Luckily, someone's looking out for me because we had a nice tailwind all day long. We were going 20 miles/hr. with barely even pedaling. It was the perfect reward for the hard work we put in the day before. Putting just a little trust in the One above really does make everything alright in the end.
We got to Billings and had a catered dinner at 5...and man did the catering company go all out. They had steak and Mahi mahi, tons of sides and fixings, cold beer and soda for all! It was the most fabulous meal we've had to date. They even made us homemade ice cream - who does that???? Only in Montana would we be treated so well.
Since we had an easy day of riding, almost half the riders decided to head to the movies for the evening. When we asked the info desk how far it was, they told us a couple miles. Since we had a big dinner, a few of us decided to walk...bad idea. It rained on us for 20 minutes, and an hour later we weren't even halfway to the theater. We decided to stop at a gas station and hail a cab. We thought we were going to completely miss the movie, but luckily we bought our tickets just in time to see the last preview and enjoy the show. Well, enjoy is a bit of a stretch. Let's just say if someone asks you to see Hancock, tell them there are better ways to spend $8.50.
BILLING REST DAY....NICE
Started the day with mass. The homily was all about how it is important to rest on Sunday in order to enter God's rest. After 4 days of riding, I don't think any of the cyclists had problems with having a full day's rest on Sunday. Rachel, Letty, and I were asked to bring up the gifts and we gladly obliged, although that was a new experience in itself. The priest didn't collect the gifts. Rather, we had to approach the altar and place the bread and wine on the altar ourselves. I guess they do things a little different around here; shocker? I think not.
After mass, there was free coffee and donuts in the hospitality room at church. Gotta love free!
The rest of the day was spent lounging around and taking in a little television. Now I'm rested and ready for another ride.
Still riding, still loving it, still happy.
Monday, June 30, 2008
It's Getting hot Hot HOT
Second rest day tomorrow; 7 riding days down, 33 to go.
Apparently when you live in the Northern parts of the US, you have NO IDEA what REAL HEAT is. Lucky for me, I've grown up in Louisiana all my life and then proceeded to go to college in Washington, DC; both places full of heat and full of humidity. It definitely came in handy the past few days.
Day 6: Spokane to Sandpoint
After a full day of rest, we were ready to roll into our SECOND STATE! We were on our way to IDAHO..woo hoo. I believed the only thing worth anything in Idaho were there sacks of potatoes, but apparently my misconceptions have come back to haunt me once again. Idaho was marvelous! We spent most of our time riding along the Pend Orielle River, a river made from glaciers! It was absolutely breathtaking. The water was so clear, we could see the fish swimming in it. We could see the snow caps in the background and with every wind in the road, there was a new breathtaking showcase to uphold. I could hardly believe my eyes. It felt like I should have been in the islands in the middle of the Pacific, not the panhandle of Idaho (there's a state with a panhandle other than Florida? Who knew?)
All in all, a spectacular ride.
Since it was Saturday evening and we would be riding all day Sunday, we decided to try and catch the vigil mass. The mass was dedicated to Saints Peter and Paul. The priest's homily was a story about their lives and the struggle they went through in order to pass Christ's message to others. I thought if they can go through all the pain and suffering they endured, I can surely take a little knee and bum pain in order to make it across the US.
Upon returning to camp, the boys on the trip had decided to play a little trick on us. Our bikes were hung up in the tree with rope. Rachel had to climb the tree and use her super dooper camping awesomeness knife to cut the bikes down. Revenge will be sweet, boys, that's all I have to say about that.
Day 7: Sandpoint, ID to Thompson Falls, MT
Hills, hills, hills...I've never seen so many in one day. Scenery was gorgeous once again. We were warned we may see moose, but I wasn't so lucky. I did, however, have a close encounter with a deer. it sprinted across the highway right in front on me! A bike on deer collision was avoided, but it would have been a cool story to get road rash from Bambi.
By the time Letty and I were riding the last 13 miles, I thought I would not be able to make it. I really should have made another peanut butter and jelly sandwich!
Luckily, I did make it, and I lived to see another day.
Oh, and we made it to our third state...and switched time zones. This may be my first time in the mountain time zone...so weird!
Upon arriving at camp, Letty and I decided to go for a swim. We walked down to the water and started making our way in. The water was so cold, I instantly got chill bumps upon taking a step in. Can't say it was a bad way to cool off in the 105 degree heat though.
When we were walking back to camp, the ride leader yelled at one of our support vehicles to let us into the car. There was a mama bear and her cub back at camp, and we could have been bear bait if we continued walking down the path. Saved once again by our support vehicles - magicians in disguise.
The forecast insinuated the temperature would reach around 105 the following day, so we were given the option to skip breakfast and start early. Considering we're broke college graduates, we decided to bear the heat and take in the breakfast.
Day 6: Thompson Falls to Missoula
BREAKFAST WAS AMAZING! All those riders who woke up 4AM in order to beat the heat really missed out.
Today was the first day we were required to ride 100 miles. I decided to bang it out as quickly as possible, and made it to our stop before most of the riders.
Unfortunately, because I had ridden ahead, I had no clue Rachel was lagging behind. I got to camp and was told Rachel was truly in pain. I found out later she was having symptoms of heat exhaustion and at one point was thinking of getting a ride into camp. Letty, being the amazing friend and person that she is, stuck with her and then gave her a 5-hour energy supplement. Next thing you know, Rachel was back on the bike and making her way to Missoula.
We three successfully completed a century; we have entered a category of 1% of 1% of the US population...that's pretty darn cool.
Missoula rest day tomorrow; wonder what's in store.
Yay Big Ride!
Apparently when you live in the Northern parts of the US, you have NO IDEA what REAL HEAT is. Lucky for me, I've grown up in Louisiana all my life and then proceeded to go to college in Washington, DC; both places full of heat and full of humidity. It definitely came in handy the past few days.
Day 6: Spokane to Sandpoint
After a full day of rest, we were ready to roll into our SECOND STATE! We were on our way to IDAHO..woo hoo. I believed the only thing worth anything in Idaho were there sacks of potatoes, but apparently my misconceptions have come back to haunt me once again. Idaho was marvelous! We spent most of our time riding along the Pend Orielle River, a river made from glaciers! It was absolutely breathtaking. The water was so clear, we could see the fish swimming in it. We could see the snow caps in the background and with every wind in the road, there was a new breathtaking showcase to uphold. I could hardly believe my eyes. It felt like I should have been in the islands in the middle of the Pacific, not the panhandle of Idaho (there's a state with a panhandle other than Florida? Who knew?)
All in all, a spectacular ride.
Since it was Saturday evening and we would be riding all day Sunday, we decided to try and catch the vigil mass. The mass was dedicated to Saints Peter and Paul. The priest's homily was a story about their lives and the struggle they went through in order to pass Christ's message to others. I thought if they can go through all the pain and suffering they endured, I can surely take a little knee and bum pain in order to make it across the US.
Upon returning to camp, the boys on the trip had decided to play a little trick on us. Our bikes were hung up in the tree with rope. Rachel had to climb the tree and use her super dooper camping awesomeness knife to cut the bikes down. Revenge will be sweet, boys, that's all I have to say about that.
Day 7: Sandpoint, ID to Thompson Falls, MT
Hills, hills, hills...I've never seen so many in one day. Scenery was gorgeous once again. We were warned we may see moose, but I wasn't so lucky. I did, however, have a close encounter with a deer. it sprinted across the highway right in front on me! A bike on deer collision was avoided, but it would have been a cool story to get road rash from Bambi.
By the time Letty and I were riding the last 13 miles, I thought I would not be able to make it. I really should have made another peanut butter and jelly sandwich!
Luckily, I did make it, and I lived to see another day.
Oh, and we made it to our third state...and switched time zones. This may be my first time in the mountain time zone...so weird!
Upon arriving at camp, Letty and I decided to go for a swim. We walked down to the water and started making our way in. The water was so cold, I instantly got chill bumps upon taking a step in. Can't say it was a bad way to cool off in the 105 degree heat though.
When we were walking back to camp, the ride leader yelled at one of our support vehicles to let us into the car. There was a mama bear and her cub back at camp, and we could have been bear bait if we continued walking down the path. Saved once again by our support vehicles - magicians in disguise.
The forecast insinuated the temperature would reach around 105 the following day, so we were given the option to skip breakfast and start early. Considering we're broke college graduates, we decided to bear the heat and take in the breakfast.
Day 6: Thompson Falls to Missoula
BREAKFAST WAS AMAZING! All those riders who woke up 4AM in order to beat the heat really missed out.
Today was the first day we were required to ride 100 miles. I decided to bang it out as quickly as possible, and made it to our stop before most of the riders.
Unfortunately, because I had ridden ahead, I had no clue Rachel was lagging behind. I got to camp and was told Rachel was truly in pain. I found out later she was having symptoms of heat exhaustion and at one point was thinking of getting a ride into camp. Letty, being the amazing friend and person that she is, stuck with her and then gave her a 5-hour energy supplement. Next thing you know, Rachel was back on the bike and making her way to Missoula.
We three successfully completed a century; we have entered a category of 1% of 1% of the US population...that's pretty darn cool.
Missoula rest day tomorrow; wonder what's in store.
Yay Big Ride!
Thursday, June 26, 2008
The varied topography of Washington State
If there is a perfect way to see the state of Washington, riding on a bike would be it. In the past few days, I've seen mountains, hills, plains, farmland, desert, rock formations, and forests. I have spent miles riding along the Columbia River, hearing the gentle roll of the cool water, and I have spent miles seeing nothing but desert brush. I had NO CLUE Washington State was so beautiful.
This trip is not only allowing me to see the beauty on the ground, but I have spent much time in reflection. Sometimes it gets so quiet that I could hear the leaves whistling in the wind and the the electricity buzzing in the lines. This has been one of the most rewarding experiences of my entire life. I thank God every time I get a tailwind, every time a get a downhill, and every time I sleep in a tent with no rain.
There is something so peaceful about living a life so simply. We sleep in tents, use no motors to get from one point to another, and have very limited to cell access wherever we go. It's really nice stepping away from the TV, cell phone, traffic, and hectic schedule kept by a job seeking babysitter in cycling training.
The trip is not all peachy keen though. Our bums are sore and we had lots of wind on second night, so it was hard to sleep. We get unlimited PB&Js to munch on throughout the day, and sometimes that just doesn't hit the spot. Tan lines are already getting pretty ridiculous; I have one on the middle of each thigh and it looks like I'm wearing my sunglasses even when I take them off. I guess it will only get more interesting from here.
Today, on the ride from Odessa to Spokane, I took my first spill. Letty put me on camera duty for the day. I wanted to get a picture of the Odessa sign, but I didn't want to stop, so I pulled the camera out while riding. I needed to slow down, so I reached for the brake with my left hand. Next thing I know, I flipped over my handle bars, Letty and her bike fly over me. I came away fine, just a few scratches on my shine and bruises up and down my left leg. I thought I had given Letty a concussion because she came up grabbing the side of her face. She got a little scratched on her shoulder and her cheek, but no broken bones, so our first crash together was a pretty tame one. CRISIS AVERTED.
The group is coming together smoothly. Each night is spent having a couple beers and sharing life stories. There is such a variety of people from a variety of backgrounds. I couldn't imagine having a more perfect dynamic, from the 19-year-old gal doing the ride alone to the 67-year-old doctor doing it with his niece. This group is perfection!
All in all, life is good, I'm only slightly sore, and I think I can make the little over 3,000 miles left.
YAY BIG RIDE ACROSS AMERICA!
This trip is not only allowing me to see the beauty on the ground, but I have spent much time in reflection. Sometimes it gets so quiet that I could hear the leaves whistling in the wind and the the electricity buzzing in the lines. This has been one of the most rewarding experiences of my entire life. I thank God every time I get a tailwind, every time a get a downhill, and every time I sleep in a tent with no rain.
There is something so peaceful about living a life so simply. We sleep in tents, use no motors to get from one point to another, and have very limited to cell access wherever we go. It's really nice stepping away from the TV, cell phone, traffic, and hectic schedule kept by a job seeking babysitter in cycling training.
The trip is not all peachy keen though. Our bums are sore and we had lots of wind on second night, so it was hard to sleep. We get unlimited PB&Js to munch on throughout the day, and sometimes that just doesn't hit the spot. Tan lines are already getting pretty ridiculous; I have one on the middle of each thigh and it looks like I'm wearing my sunglasses even when I take them off. I guess it will only get more interesting from here.
Today, on the ride from Odessa to Spokane, I took my first spill. Letty put me on camera duty for the day. I wanted to get a picture of the Odessa sign, but I didn't want to stop, so I pulled the camera out while riding. I needed to slow down, so I reached for the brake with my left hand. Next thing I know, I flipped over my handle bars, Letty and her bike fly over me. I came away fine, just a few scratches on my shine and bruises up and down my left leg. I thought I had given Letty a concussion because she came up grabbing the side of her face. She got a little scratched on her shoulder and her cheek, but no broken bones, so our first crash together was a pretty tame one. CRISIS AVERTED.
The group is coming together smoothly. Each night is spent having a couple beers and sharing life stories. There is such a variety of people from a variety of backgrounds. I couldn't imagine having a more perfect dynamic, from the 19-year-old gal doing the ride alone to the 67-year-old doctor doing it with his niece. This group is perfection!
All in all, life is good, I'm only slightly sore, and I think I can make the little over 3,000 miles left.
YAY BIG RIDE ACROSS AMERICA!
First Day of Riding...Seattle to Easton
Waking up at 5AM has never been a high priority of mine, but you do what you have to do in order to get our ride on. Getting onto the bike for the first time since DC was a little interesting, but I got the hang of it in the the first half mile.
The start of the ride was celebrated by presenting a check to members of the American Lung Association. Riders as a whole raised over $250,000 for lung research, cancer prevention and treatment. Even if I never made it one mile, it would be worth the trip seeing how grateful these individuals are.
We shot out of Seattle on the Burke Gilman Trail - similar to trails in DC, so I was ready to roll. Then the climb came - climbing the Cascades via Snoqualmie Pass. Riders from last year's ride rode with us today; they were a large help in calming nerves and answering questions. If I ever thought I couldn't make it all the way until DC, I now have full confidence I can make it through no problem. Apparently last year, there was some 65-year-old woman who had only ridden her bike 40 miles total before doing the ride. If she can make it, so can I.
I had a little bit of trouble climbing the long climb, but after a few pointers from seasoned riders, I made it to the Summit. ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL! There was snow on the ground! I could hardly believe it. Three days previous, I was standing in 101 degree weather in the humidity of DC; now I was at the top of a mountain in the middle of Washington State. I could hardly believe my eyes.
All downhill until we reached camp and set up our tents for the first time on the trip. I FINALLY figured out how to put the fly on my tent, so no more worries in that department. The riders from last year cooked dinner for us. Their company and fond memories gave this year's riders just the inspiration and excitement we needed on the first day of riding.
89 miles....done.
The start of the ride was celebrated by presenting a check to members of the American Lung Association. Riders as a whole raised over $250,000 for lung research, cancer prevention and treatment. Even if I never made it one mile, it would be worth the trip seeing how grateful these individuals are.
We shot out of Seattle on the Burke Gilman Trail - similar to trails in DC, so I was ready to roll. Then the climb came - climbing the Cascades via Snoqualmie Pass. Riders from last year's ride rode with us today; they were a large help in calming nerves and answering questions. If I ever thought I couldn't make it all the way until DC, I now have full confidence I can make it through no problem. Apparently last year, there was some 65-year-old woman who had only ridden her bike 40 miles total before doing the ride. If she can make it, so can I.
I had a little bit of trouble climbing the long climb, but after a few pointers from seasoned riders, I made it to the Summit. ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL! There was snow on the ground! I could hardly believe it. Three days previous, I was standing in 101 degree weather in the humidity of DC; now I was at the top of a mountain in the middle of Washington State. I could hardly believe my eyes.
All downhill until we reached camp and set up our tents for the first time on the trip. I FINALLY figured out how to put the fly on my tent, so no more worries in that department. The riders from last year cooked dinner for us. Their company and fond memories gave this year's riders just the inspiration and excitement we needed on the first day of riding.
89 miles....done.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
First Meeting...First Jitters...First Day Tomorrow
OK, so I managed to survive a 6.5 hour plane ride, meet tons of relatives I never knew existed, and survived the Seattle tourist sites for a day.
And so it begins...
5PM: First time meeting all the riders. There are two middle aged couples who have done the ride before and loved it so much, they decided to do it again. That's a pretty good sign that this is going to be an awesome trip.
Oh, and Rachel, Letty, and I aren't going to be the only silly college kids on the ride. There are four fellow collegiates and one collegiate on staff. I'm hoping that will ensure less "Oh, those silly girls again" comments.
First meeting and other riders already labeled me as one of the "personalities" aka troublemakers. That comes when you have a very small filter from your head to your mouth. I'm one of those cursed people. One of the riders asked about bathroom stops along the way. The leader explained there are going to be long stretches in the Midwest where no facilities will be available, and we will simply use the side of the road. I simply asked if the farmers were appreciative of our "natural fertilizer" and was labled the clown. I still think it's a legitimate question.
Tomorrow is a 77 mile ride east from Seattle to Easton, Washington. It is apparently a pretty "easy ride" for the first 60 miles, but then I nice 15 mile climb through the Cascades. No biggie, right? Umm...considering I saw snow on the mountaintops when I flew in yesterday, I'm hoping a positive spirit will push me through a cold, hard, hilly ride. Lord, please help us all finish this ride.
On that note, I think it is time for me to head off to bed. I do have to get up at 5:30 in the morning and all.
Good nite to all...WISH ME LUCK!
And so it begins...
5PM: First time meeting all the riders. There are two middle aged couples who have done the ride before and loved it so much, they decided to do it again. That's a pretty good sign that this is going to be an awesome trip.
Oh, and Rachel, Letty, and I aren't going to be the only silly college kids on the ride. There are four fellow collegiates and one collegiate on staff. I'm hoping that will ensure less "Oh, those silly girls again" comments.
First meeting and other riders already labeled me as one of the "personalities" aka troublemakers. That comes when you have a very small filter from your head to your mouth. I'm one of those cursed people. One of the riders asked about bathroom stops along the way. The leader explained there are going to be long stretches in the Midwest where no facilities will be available, and we will simply use the side of the road. I simply asked if the farmers were appreciative of our "natural fertilizer" and was labled the clown. I still think it's a legitimate question.
Tomorrow is a 77 mile ride east from Seattle to Easton, Washington. It is apparently a pretty "easy ride" for the first 60 miles, but then I nice 15 mile climb through the Cascades. No biggie, right? Umm...considering I saw snow on the mountaintops when I flew in yesterday, I'm hoping a positive spirit will push me through a cold, hard, hilly ride. Lord, please help us all finish this ride.
On that note, I think it is time for me to head off to bed. I do have to get up at 5:30 in the morning and all.
Good nite to all...WISH ME LUCK!
Friday, June 20, 2008
I'm Leaving Tomorrow
The past six months have been very interesting. I now officially a Catholic University of America alum, with honors, and unemployed. No big deal, right? So instead of sending another resume and being given the whole "You're over educated and under experienced" spill again, come Monday I will begin my journey from Seattle to DC atop a bicycle. How'd did this happen? I continue to ask myself that same question every now and then.
Am I an experienced biker? No.
Did I train for months and months to build up? Unfortunately, not as much as I should (Hey, senior week activities including free food and booze were mandatory, right?) Don't get me wrong; I didn't completely ignore the fact I would be going and going for 48 days. I rode a little here and a little there - my longest day right under 70 miles. Maybe I should have put in a few more weeks and effort into, but I'm 22. I'll catch on right?
So, what did I do to prepare? I begged. Almost every person in my life was hit up for money (had to raise $5,500 for the American Lung Association, and what recent college grad do you know with that kind of disposable income...NONE), I had to get camping gear and riding gear. Oh yeah, and I had to get a bike!
Luckily I had a sister who randomly won a bike from her company for a job well done. Was this a custom-made road bike suggested for a ride of this magnitude? Nope! It was a hybrid, slightly rusty from a year of being kept in a garage, and completely awkward when I first got on top of it, but it would do. Hard to turn down free, right?
How did I get it? Oh, my boyfriend and I just drove 10 hours to Nashville (where my sister lives) and turned around at 3AM in order to get him back for his last final as an undergrad. Totally makes sense right?
Bike: check.
Money, money, money. I HATE asking people for money, but it wasn't going to appear any other way. The three happy hours we (the two fabulous young ladies who will be experiencing this adventure with me) put on were not quite as successful as we hoped for. Luckily my family and the wonderful people God surrounds me with pulled through, and their support verbally and monetarily set me up for success.
Money: check.
When signing up for this ride around Christmas, I didn't realize the thousands of dollars worth of gear I would need in order to survive in nature for 48 days. There were spare parts, biking jerseys, bike shorts (don't even get me STARTED on those interesting tight numbers with the pads that make your rear absolutely ridiculous), spare tires, rain gear, cold gear, special shoes and socks, a tent, waterproof EVERYTHING, etc. etc. etc.
How did I manage in that department? I just happend to have a friend who is OBSESSED with the outdoors and was willing to depart with his beloved camp gear for two months. I just happened to be really good friends with the son of the VP for Under Armour who was willing to throw me some coldgear and rain gear to keep me warm and dry during cold, wet, miserable days. I just happened to have a sister who willingly opened her pockets in order for me to get the final pieces neccessary to survive. I just happened to have many answered prayers and many miracles from the one above.
Gear: check.
Many worries and a couple of complete meltdowns later, I am geared up, shaped up, and as prepared as I can be to begin this crazy adventure. No turning back now!
Am I an experienced biker? No.
Did I train for months and months to build up? Unfortunately, not as much as I should (Hey, senior week activities including free food and booze were mandatory, right?) Don't get me wrong; I didn't completely ignore the fact I would be going and going for 48 days. I rode a little here and a little there - my longest day right under 70 miles. Maybe I should have put in a few more weeks and effort into, but I'm 22. I'll catch on right?
So, what did I do to prepare? I begged. Almost every person in my life was hit up for money (had to raise $5,500 for the American Lung Association, and what recent college grad do you know with that kind of disposable income...NONE), I had to get camping gear and riding gear. Oh yeah, and I had to get a bike!
Luckily I had a sister who randomly won a bike from her company for a job well done. Was this a custom-made road bike suggested for a ride of this magnitude? Nope! It was a hybrid, slightly rusty from a year of being kept in a garage, and completely awkward when I first got on top of it, but it would do. Hard to turn down free, right?
How did I get it? Oh, my boyfriend and I just drove 10 hours to Nashville (where my sister lives) and turned around at 3AM in order to get him back for his last final as an undergrad. Totally makes sense right?
Bike: check.
Money, money, money. I HATE asking people for money, but it wasn't going to appear any other way. The three happy hours we (the two fabulous young ladies who will be experiencing this adventure with me) put on were not quite as successful as we hoped for. Luckily my family and the wonderful people God surrounds me with pulled through, and their support verbally and monetarily set me up for success.
Money: check.
When signing up for this ride around Christmas, I didn't realize the thousands of dollars worth of gear I would need in order to survive in nature for 48 days. There were spare parts, biking jerseys, bike shorts (don't even get me STARTED on those interesting tight numbers with the pads that make your rear absolutely ridiculous), spare tires, rain gear, cold gear, special shoes and socks, a tent, waterproof EVERYTHING, etc. etc. etc.
How did I manage in that department? I just happend to have a friend who is OBSESSED with the outdoors and was willing to depart with his beloved camp gear for two months. I just happened to be really good friends with the son of the VP for Under Armour who was willing to throw me some coldgear and rain gear to keep me warm and dry during cold, wet, miserable days. I just happened to have a sister who willingly opened her pockets in order for me to get the final pieces neccessary to survive. I just happened to have many answered prayers and many miracles from the one above.
Gear: check.
Many worries and a couple of complete meltdowns later, I am geared up, shaped up, and as prepared as I can be to begin this crazy adventure. No turning back now!
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