July 6th, the day before our start. Weather was VERY nice for our first week, This is a picture from our room at banff Y lodge. More to come soon...
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Stay tuned (yes, pun intended) for blog updates! We are finally in reliable Internet space and have time. Thanks for all who have been checking in.
Our route has put us in remote areas and small towns, so we have not been able to sort out the blog till now.
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Journey to the Starting Line!
Headed for the border! It is so nice outside and we are collected and ready to begin. Today I asked Jenny, "So you want to go mountain biking?" "Oh, I suppose," she said. Well, 3,000 more miles of corny humor to come! Anyhoo, we are off to Canada, hoping to arrive at some easy camping outside Banff. We'll be on the trail the 7th!
For all who read this that have helped us out with logistics and, well, all the love and good words, we thank you so much. You have all been important in this process. Amazing how much has to happen to put so much on hold. I hear other people getting ready for a tour say something similar to what I thought in this planning; "I have too much..'stuff'". So with stuff packed away, job on hold (thanks CO-OP!), lots of hugs, cheers and beers, and double checking, we are off.
Not sure when we can post again and do pictures, but we will when we have the chance.
Bye bellingham, thanks for the fireworks!
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
They want to ride their bicycles!
As many of you already know, we are partly embarking on this adventure to help raise money for what we believe is a wonderful cause. We are both huge supporters of the Max Higbee Center, a recreation center for people with developmental disabilities.
While talking with our friends at the Max Higbee Center, they were excited about our upcoming adventure, and even about the idea of biking. In noticing this excitement, we wanted to provide them with the same opportunities we have to access this type of fitness and recreation. However, in trying to make this happen, we ran into many hurdles: the extreme cost of adaptive cycles ($1,500-$3,000!), finding a manufacturer, choosing a cycle that will fit many needs, etc.
So, long story short, we are dedicating this trip towards supporting the health and physical well-being of our friends. While this trip is guaranteed to give US so much, we also hope it can give back to people so much more deserving of the chance to ride their bicycles.
If you'd like to help, follow this link! http://www.maxhigbee.org/pennies-for-bikes.html
You can also help by forwarding this message to your friends and family. Every penny counts!
While talking with our friends at the Max Higbee Center, they were excited about our upcoming adventure, and even about the idea of biking. In noticing this excitement, we wanted to provide them with the same opportunities we have to access this type of fitness and recreation. However, in trying to make this happen, we ran into many hurdles: the extreme cost of adaptive cycles ($1,500-$3,000!), finding a manufacturer, choosing a cycle that will fit many needs, etc.
So, long story short, we are dedicating this trip towards supporting the health and physical well-being of our friends. While this trip is guaranteed to give US so much, we also hope it can give back to people so much more deserving of the chance to ride their bicycles.
If you'd like to help, follow this link! http://www.maxhigbee.org/pennies-for-bikes.html
You can also help by forwarding this message to your friends and family. Every penny counts!
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
the pre-challenge challenge
I never liked riding bikes. In fact, before I moved to Bellingham I was deathly afraid of riding a bike on the road. Life decided to change my mind on that, and as soon as I moved here, my car died on me (I miss you Jolly Green). So, I bought a helmet and dusted off the old teal Hardrock and delved into the world of commuting.
I quickly fell in love with cycling, and became a complete gear junkie. I did everything on my bike- work, errands, shopping, even laundry. Three bikes later I consider myself a novice bike mechanic. Craving adventure (and motivated to find some sunshine), Josh and I decided to take on the bike ride of a lifetime- the Great Divide! 3,000 miles of mountains, desert, bears, fishing, tarantulas and cacti. We've spent the last 18 months training, packing, obsessively searching for the best gear, reading GDR blogs and dreaming of that glorious first day out of Banff, Canada. And then-
BAM! In a split second I am flying towards the ground and oncoming traffic, watching my bike fly away from me. I slowly stand up and carry my bike to the sidewalk. I fumblingly try to reattach my chain and hands guide me back down to sit on the curb. I see a guy my age on his cell and hear sirens; a woman hugs me and says she's so angry- she's a biker, too. I thought she was the one who hit me and wanted to yell at her, but then I hear her say, "Did anyone get the license plate?" It slowly sinks in. I was just hit by a car. And the car left me for dead. My wrist hurts and is shaking while I try to take off my helmet and decide if my body hurts. Josh is on his way; the EMT checks me out, the police take off trying to locate the car. Everyone is so nice and scared looking. Apparently someone chased the car but they never found the person who hit me.
As soon as Josh gets my bike on the truck and me in the car, I lose it. I don't remember much, but I vividly remember the sound of that car slamming into my bike, and how much it hurt when my body hit the ground. I try to picture myself getting back on my bike and I just lose it.
I've been scared of cars since I was a child. I can't even tell you how many times I've walked into work saying, "I almost just got hit by a car!" In fact, it became the norm. I kept saying, "I ride my bike so often, my chances of being hit are pretty ridiculous." Unfortunately, I was right, and even more unfortunately I leave for the GDR in 2 weeks. BUT, I am walking, my bike is fixed, and I am determined to get ready!! My neck is in sad shape and I my head feels like a rhino sat on it. But my friends are saints, and my masseuse is a miracle worker. I still haven't gotten back on the saddle yet, but I won't let this faceless jerk take this trip away from me. I am nothing if not a determined, stubborn woman. I will make my way to Tucson one pedal at a time if I have to!
So, while I'm spending my summer cruising down the Divide, remember me whenever you're in car and keep an eye out for all those commuters. I know cyclists can be jerks sometimes, too. But a helmet isn't a seat belt. If you hit us, we will fly, and it will hurt.
Thank you friends- there's just no way I could get through these two weeks without your help and encouragement. I hope your summers are full of sunshine, adventure, laughter and joy!
I quickly fell in love with cycling, and became a complete gear junkie. I did everything on my bike- work, errands, shopping, even laundry. Three bikes later I consider myself a novice bike mechanic. Craving adventure (and motivated to find some sunshine), Josh and I decided to take on the bike ride of a lifetime- the Great Divide! 3,000 miles of mountains, desert, bears, fishing, tarantulas and cacti. We've spent the last 18 months training, packing, obsessively searching for the best gear, reading GDR blogs and dreaming of that glorious first day out of Banff, Canada. And then-
BAM! In a split second I am flying towards the ground and oncoming traffic, watching my bike fly away from me. I slowly stand up and carry my bike to the sidewalk. I fumblingly try to reattach my chain and hands guide me back down to sit on the curb. I see a guy my age on his cell and hear sirens; a woman hugs me and says she's so angry- she's a biker, too. I thought she was the one who hit me and wanted to yell at her, but then I hear her say, "Did anyone get the license plate?" It slowly sinks in. I was just hit by a car. And the car left me for dead. My wrist hurts and is shaking while I try to take off my helmet and decide if my body hurts. Josh is on his way; the EMT checks me out, the police take off trying to locate the car. Everyone is so nice and scared looking. Apparently someone chased the car but they never found the person who hit me.
As soon as Josh gets my bike on the truck and me in the car, I lose it. I don't remember much, but I vividly remember the sound of that car slamming into my bike, and how much it hurt when my body hit the ground. I try to picture myself getting back on my bike and I just lose it.
I've been scared of cars since I was a child. I can't even tell you how many times I've walked into work saying, "I almost just got hit by a car!" In fact, it became the norm. I kept saying, "I ride my bike so often, my chances of being hit are pretty ridiculous." Unfortunately, I was right, and even more unfortunately I leave for the GDR in 2 weeks. BUT, I am walking, my bike is fixed, and I am determined to get ready!! My neck is in sad shape and I my head feels like a rhino sat on it. But my friends are saints, and my masseuse is a miracle worker. I still haven't gotten back on the saddle yet, but I won't let this faceless jerk take this trip away from me. I am nothing if not a determined, stubborn woman. I will make my way to Tucson one pedal at a time if I have to!
So, while I'm spending my summer cruising down the Divide, remember me whenever you're in car and keep an eye out for all those commuters. I know cyclists can be jerks sometimes, too. But a helmet isn't a seat belt. If you hit us, we will fly, and it will hurt.
Thank you friends- there's just no way I could get through these two weeks without your help and encouragement. I hope your summers are full of sunshine, adventure, laughter and joy!
Thursday, May 31, 2012
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