day 12: Winnfield, LA to the middle of nowhere, LA

The eyes of the LORD are everywhere, keeping watch on the wicked and the good.

Proverbs 15:3

57.29 miles – 1,427 ft climb

Today was a light day. It was misting a little this morning, but the rest of the day was just cloudy. We did actually have a sun sighting today. Very brief, but it was a nice reminder.

We still passed quite a few broken trees and some places with standing water. I’m not sure if it’s leftover from Laura or from Sally or Beta. One lady told me that some places just got power back last week. Winnfield was bigger than we realized. I’m not sure the significance, but Winnfield had cute painted pigs all over town.

These are lovebugs. We met thousands of them at Ft Clinch, in Florida the first day we left. Apparently they are also traveling across the country. Wonder if we will beat them to the Pacific. Anyway back to the name …
Scenic Natchitoches
Lunch with a view (and easy clean-up)

We stopped in Natchitoches today, (I found out it is pronounced Nack-A-Tish, what? how?) but didn’t end up spending the night. It’s a cute little waterfront town. We ate at a place called Lasyone’s that had authentic Louisiana food. They pronounce it kinda French sounding like Lay-zons, but if you look closely it is actually lazy ones. Hmmm. Bruce got red beans & rice with sausage and I got a meat pie. I guess those observant ones of you will notice that I accidentally didn’t even get my meat pie in the picture. Oopsy. Just imagine it looking kinda like those little fruit pies you used to be able to get at McDonald’s. Since we got there 10 minutes before they closed, we had to get it to go. But it worked out because we found a little place down by the river with a few tables and a nice view.

One of the “houses” on the property

After lunch we drove out to the Oaklawn Plantation which had the original buildings and homes from when it was a working plantation. Walking around on it, I could almost imagine it filled with people milling about doing farm work. It was fairly empty (ie us and another family) so we practically got a personal tour from the Park Ranger. He was super nice and had lots of good stories.

Original art from days gone by

Bruce wanted to ride some more miles because tomorrow is a long day. The map showed a little town called Hanna about 20 miles down the road. Perfect! The road from Natchitoches was pretty awful. But at least it wasn’t that crowded. I think it was almost harder bouncing around on it in Harvey than riding a bike on it.

Louisiana Hwy 1 could use a little work.

I started looking for signs of Hanna around 18 miles down the road, but she was not to be found. When I got to the next town, I called Bruce and we decided that I would go back and meet him. We ended up boondocking in a church parking lot in the middle of no where. The church has no signs, so we weren’t able to call and ask permission. Hopefully no one will even notice we’re here.

RV charcuterie board

day 13: somewhere in LA, to Carthage, TX

You, Lord, go before me and follow me. You place your hand of blessing on my head.

Psalm 139:5

74.1 miles – 2,106 ft climb

We are excited that Wichita is close enough to be in the “where’s Bruce” screen shot.
The view from our RV. Why is this significant? Do you see the train tracks? Neither did I. But we definitely heard the train roaring by on them in the middle of the night!

Bruce left around 8:15 this morning in sunshine! It was so nice to not have everything wet around us. And the upside to boondocking is that you don’t have anything to unhook. All I had to do is clean up the inside of the RV and get it ready for traveling. I always check that all the windows are locked and shades are up or fastened, make sure the antenna and ceiling air vents are closed, put the soap dispensers in the sink, restock the fridge with waters, put any shoes left on the floor away, make sure everything is in a stable place for traveling. My friend, Christie once told me, “a place for everything, and everything in it’s place.” This is especially important in an RV!

It had been such a long time since I needed them, that I had to look all over for my sunglasses. Bruce is confused as to how I could actually misplace them. He said, “If they were any bigger, they’d be motorcycle goggles.” Thanks, honey. FYI they are generic bifocal sunglasses with the reader part on the bottom. Maybe I should only wear them when I’m alone in the RV.

What? They are great for distance & close up.
These are the kind of roads I love. No traffic. I bet Bruce could even hear the birds singing. Except oh, right … he has on headphones.
Another great empty road all to ourselves.
House along the route. I can’t remember if this is Texas or Louisiana,
Speed limit 35, I could practically keep up with Bruce. Or the other way around.

The roads today were a little of everything. We started off on gravel, turned immediately onto a 2 lane highway with a decent shoulder. Then went to a divided 4 lane with a great shoulder. Turned off of that onto a 2 lane with no shoulder and then a farm road with no shoulder, then a farm road that didn’t even have a center line and ended on a fast, divided 4 lane with a lousy shoulder. The farm roads were completely empty and had a beautiful tree canopy part of the way. That’s Bruce’s favorite kind of road to ride. The wildest thing was when we first got into Texas, we turned onto a 2 lane road with not much shoulder and the speed limit was 70. Are they crazy? It was not that great of a road, so Harvey and I decided we would stick to 55.

Speed limit 70? How can that be a good idea?
This is what happens when you tool along at 55 on a curvy road with a speed limit of 70.

But before I jump to Texas I have to tell you the best part of the day. I was cruising along the divided highway in Louisiana and I knew I was getting close to Bruce because I had tracked him on Find Friends. When I didn’t see him any where I called him to see if he had pulled off and stopped for a break. He had. This is actually a really good thing because I had actually missed my turn. Sometimes my GPS forgets that I am taking a bike route and it jumps to the fastest car route. I don’t know why this happens, but it keeps me on my toes. Usually. So I turned around and pulled over on this back road, following Bruce’s directions to where he was and you will never guess what I came up on. No seriously. You will NEVER guess! It is a campaign picnic for Amy McCartney, who is running for District Judge and there is Bruce, sitting down shooting the breeze. It had not started yet and as I walked up, I see him helping hang signs. What?! Did I miss something? How did this even come about? I asked him after we left, and he said that as he was riding by, he smelled the food on the grill and road up to the guy at the grill (who we now know is Blake, Amy’s husband) and asked, “What time’s lunch?” The next thing you know they are chatting like old friends. OK, let’s see a show of hands. How many of you would have ridden up and asked for lunch? I mean, that’s totally normal, right? I can tell you that I definitely would have just enjoyed the smells as I rode on by! Amy and Blake could not have been nicer! If I lived there I would definitely vote for her. We ended up staying almost an hour and a half, eating lunch and visiting with everyone. I was a little embarrassed that we had crashed their picnic, but they were so nice and made us feel like we belonged there. I was pleasantly surprised that before we all got in line for food, Amy got everyone’s attention and Blake blessed the food. I guess that’s why we felt so comfortable. We were Christian family and didn’t even know it yet.

Blake and Bruce
Harvey waiting patiently while we crash the picnic.
Bruce giving suggestions.
Judge Amy McCartney with Bruce and me
This is what I saw as I drove up.
I found Hanna. This is the old abandoned Hanna School. It was across the highway from where we stayed last night.

At the picnic I found out that Hanna is an Unincorporated Community now. At one time it had this nice school, but it was abandoned when they combined schools for desegregation. I also found out about the mysterious nameless church where we stayed last night. Apparently there are not enough members to keep all the little churches going, so the members that live around there take turns going to different churches and meeting at different church buildings. So there is no name on the building because it’s used by several different churches.

As I was saying good-bye to some people, I accidentally kind of stepped off the cement into a sandy patch of grass. I wondered why they all looked so concerned since it was barely an inch down and I hadn’t twisted my ankle or anything. Then they told me it was a red fire ant hill and I was quite lucky that I stepped back up on the cement before fire ants began ascending my leg. Yikes!

Once we left the picnic we were mostly on deserted back roads which made for a nice afternoon. We entered Texas with out much fanfare. Or any. Or even a sign. Our only clue was that we crossed State Line Road. And once we were back on highways we noticed that they said “Texas” on the state highway signs. I guess they don’t have a huge “Welcome to Texas” sign nailed to a tree when you come in on back farm roads. State number 6! This will be a long one!

This was our “welcome to Texas”. Seeing Stateline Road was the only clue.
Dinner. You can tell this is my plate because it has a glass of White Zinfandel. Some day I may grow up and drink real wine.

We are staying in a nice RV park in Carthage, Texas named Carthage RV Park. I got here about 2:45 and Bruce arrived around 3:30. I did laps around the RV park for my 5k today. Not very fun. I like neighborhoods better. And it was hot. Where are those 60 degree days that I was complaining about a few days ago? I miss them.

taking off this morning

day 14: Carthage, TX to Tyler, TX

Now you are the body of Christ, and each one of you is a part of it.

1 Corinthians 12:27

66.8 miles – 2,618 ft climb

Tyler Texas

Bruce didn’t start riding today until around 1:00 because we went to church this morning. It made for the hottest day yet, around 86 degrees and sunny. He had to stop for lots of water refills. I originally thought that I would leave after Bruce and then pass him once and give him water and then be on my merry way, but that has not been the case. I kind of like to hover a little closer to him in case something comes up. Like when he flatted today.

We went to a wonderful church today. I love how God works. Yesterday Bruce randomly stopped at a campaign picnic, we met Amy & Blake, Amy has a friend who goes to the Still Waters Cowboy Church in Carthage, so she recommended it to us, we go and get our pants blessed off! I guess getting your pants removed doesn’t sound very Christian, but you get the point. We could feel the Holy Spirit moving when we first walked in the door. Almost everyone was dressed in jeans and boots and even quite a few hats. They were all very friendly. The cowboy band played songs we knew and the message was fantastic! I’ll summarize it for you: you are not the main character in your story. God is. Wowza!

After church the lady sitting behind us came up to meet us and then prayed for us. When we were getting in the RV a really nice couple drove up and donated money and then chatted for a while and then they got out and prayed for us too. I am SO thankful for all of the prayers. Theirs and yours! Bruce takes it all in stride, but I have to work at not worrying about him. When he biked at home it was pretty easy to choose not to think about where he was riding and the potential dangers. But when I am literally driving the exact roads he will be riding, it’s impossible not to think about it. God continually has to remind me that we are in HIS hands.

The band. Great voices!
This guy knows his stuff! And even better, he can teach it in a way that is easy to understand.
Us with Liz, who we met at Still Waters Cowboy Church
Me with Pat & Frank, the couple we met after church. And no, I did not wear shorts to church. I changed afterwords… perk of our RV in the parking lot.

We are staying at Tyler Oaks RV Resort tonight. I have begun to realize that if it says “Resort” in the name, it’s usually big and has good amenities.

Bruce has biked 985 miles! Tomorrow he passes the 1,000 mile mark! Whoo hoo!

day 15: Tyler to Terrell, TX

May your good Spirit lead me on level ground.

Psalm 143:10

60.4 miles – 2,274 ft climb

Wait, what?! What is he doing at Garden Valley GOLF Club?
Bruce starting with his BMC road bike.

We can tell that we are back in the midwest. Checked the forecasts in Tyler and Terrell. Both showed mid 80s in the afternoon, so Bruce was planning to leave a little earlier. We were awoken (awakened? woken up? I really need to work on my English) in the middle of the night by a major but short lived thunderstorm. Pretty sure I didn’t see that on the forecast. No biggie. But here it is 1:30 and it’s only 73 degrees. It turned out to be a beautiful day. Started out a little windy, but not too bad now. After Bruce had been gone about 30 minutes I checked his location on Find Friends and saw that he had only gone 3 miles. Wow, that wind must have been stronger than I thought! I called him and sure enough, he had flatted. I closed up camp and came to meet him because he decided to go ahead and change his tire. As opposed to just putting in a new inner tube, which is the normal fix for a flat.

Bruce changing his tire in Mt Sylvan, off Van Hwy.

While we were sitting there we got a call from his high school friend, Anne and her husband John. They had been in Dallas and were heading home to Louisiana. I sent them our route and we were able to meet up. Since it was almost lunch time, I made Bruce a pb&j (his lunch of choice when riding) to eat while we visited. I offered one to Anne and John but for some reason they opted to eat elsewhere. A hamburger does sound really good right about now.

You may not have noticed it in the small print, but along with raising money and awareness for MS & Parkinson’s, we are also Ambassadors bringing BuzzWTR to the West Coast. I need to get the details of my pitch from my daughter, Caroline – but basically it is flavored water with a little spike. A buzz with only 46 calories & 0 carbs. Soon people everywhere will be enjoying these beverages. That is Caroline’s job. I’m not sure her title, but she is promoting BuzzWTR. Anyway, we gave out our first samples today. I feel so official!

Just a little side note about my family. During the month before we left, my son-in-law, Jeremy; my son, Josh; and my youngest daughter, Caroline all got new jobs. I am so excited for them all and proud of them! Josh and Caroline both got jobs in Kansas City and are moving while we are gone. It feels weird for this mama to not be involved in their moves or even seen either of their new apartments, which they will be all moved into by the time we get back. Caroline started her job with BuzzWTR a few weeks ago and Josh starts his engineering job at Honeywell today! I’m not sure of his title either, but I think he will be doing the kind of work that he could tell me about, but then he’d have to kill me. Jeremy began his job as Wichita President of United Missouri Bank in August. (I may have messed up that title – sorry Jeremy) Speaking of Jeremy of course reminds me of Kinsley. I miss her!

So I just called to reserve a spot at the Bluebonnet Ridge RV park in Terrell for tonight. I was told that Harvey is TOO OLD to stay there. The lady at the park allowed me to send pictures of Harvey (one of each side required) and I am waiting to hear back. Oh my goodness! I feel like I’m trying out for cheerleader or something. Will I lose points for all the bug splats on the front? Should I have washed him before I took the pictures? Does this lighting show all my (I mean HIS) wrinkles?

Smile Harvey! Your room & board depends on it.

We’re in! We passed! The lady who called me back said that her boss liked our causes. I think she may have been implying that we may not have gotten in otherwise. I don’t know. But we’ll take it! When Bruce first talked about getting the banners for Harvey, I thought it was kinda maybe a little bit hokey. But it was necessary for people to be able to see our website in case they were inspired to donate. But boy, I’m telling you, I am so glad we have those banners! Not only have many people stopped us to ask about our causes and even to donate, but the best part is that when I’m stopped waiting for Bruce along the side of the road or in a random parking lot, I am viewed less like a woman creeper sitting in an RV. I am important. I am with the band. I am part of the people biking across the country. Supporting MS & Parkinson’s research.

The roads we were on today were mostly back roads again. I love them. But they are very bouncy! I’m so glad that Bruce got heavy duty shocks put on Harvey before we left. I think I am actually getting to be a pretty good Harvey driver. Although yesterday when I was driving slowly (only about 35 mph) through a small town, I went over some railroad tracks and I’m pretty sure I went airborne. It was thrilling and terrifying at the same time.

Today it seemed like every turn took us down a notch in the road maintenance department. Finally we were on one mostly gravel road that was like a washboard. I was ahead of Bruce so I stopped and called him to see if he wanted to change to his gravel bike. See? I’m getting the hang of this whole biking across the country thing. While Bruce was changing to his gravel bike, I flagged down a pickup to ask if it was this bad the whole way. Little did I know it would be Bradley Cooper. Bradley suggested that I turn on a different road and go to the interstate. I thanked him and ignored his advise and continued on the dirt road. It actually wasn’t too bad if you drove less than 10 mph.

Can you see the ridges? Time for the road grater.

We saw a LOT of dogs today. Some were safely barking at us from their fenced in yards. Some were not. I guess technically none of them were barking at “us” because who wants to bark at a big house on wheels? A guy on a bike however, needs to know who is boss around these parts. As I was following Bruce I saw a dog bound up to him. Bruce turned and said something to the dog and it stopped and walked away. He told me later that he said, “Go home!” Wow! Obedient dog. I didn’t know I was married to the Dog Whisperer. He also told me later that another pit bull chased him but thankfully he outran this one.

As we went through the cute little town of Canton, we saw lots of traffic going the opposite direction. We found out that there had been a bad wreck on I-20 and these cars were trying to go around it.

Good thing this giant pig is in captivity.
These are the kind of towns I had envisioned myself strolling through while Bruce biked.
traffic backed up from the interstate

This RV park had a lot of people that lived there full time in really nice campers or tiny homes.

The RV Park is very nice. One section of it is actually tiny houses. They are so cute. Like little dollhouses. I met a lady named Marla who invited me to come look inside her house. I was surprised how homey and roomy it looked. Maybe that’s because I’ve been living in an RV.

Marla and Grace and their tiny house. Actually you can hardly see Grace, the little black dog in her arms.
Bruce at the end of the day with his gravel bike.

day 16: Terrell to Dallas

Do not swerve to the right or to the left; turn your foot away from evil.

Proverbs 4:27

no stats because Bruce is at Jay’s

Bruce had to make a little adjustment to his seat before heading off today.

Today was pretty uneventful. Bruce left around 10 AM on his gravel bike in anticipation of more rough roads. But today was completely different than yesterday. We were mostly on city roads today. Which I hate. For 2 reasons. One: because I worry about Bruce dodging cars and trucks as he navigates these roads. I forget that he has been biking for over 20 years and has navigated situations like this before. Besides his angels are still on the job. Two: because it feels like these roads are too narrow and uneven for Harvey. But I keep reminding myself that it’s just an illusion. If semi trucks can drive these streets, Harvey certainly can. I have to keep my eyes straight ahead. So needless to say, I have no idea what amazing sights I drove by today. Bruce was way ahead of me most of the day. We connected in Rockwell for lunch.

I’m not sure if there was discord in the street planning department or just too many good names to decide on just one, but Fort Worth was full of multi-named streets, making it a little tricky for an out-of-towner to know for sure she was going the right way.

“Let’s call this street Starwood Dr” “No, I insist on Parkwood Hill Blvd!” “Compromise?”

Bruce was able to take several bike paths on his way to Irving to stay with his old high school buddy, Jay. I continued on to Keller to stay with my dear friend, Carmilla and her family. Bruce will join us tomorrow.

Hope holding Vander, me, Carmilla, Wangui & Christian. Denzel is away at college at KU.
Jay & Colton and Bruce

Some of you have asked what Harvey looks like on the inside. There are officially beds for 8, but I’m telling you, it would be way to crowded! There is a bed at the back where we sleep, a loft bed over the cab, the couch pulls out to be a bed and you can fold down the table to make a bed with the bench seats. The people that owned Harvey before we did, gave him a major facelift. They painted the wood white, reupholstered the couches, fixed up the bathroom and hung pictures on the walls. We did nothing. But take off the bathroom door and hang a curtain there, so we would have more room. We have a gas stove, gas burners, microwave, fridge and freezer. But sadly, no disposal or dishwasher. I wish I had a picture of the fridge and freezer the day we left because they were so beautifully packed. Marie Kondo would have been proud! So here’s the big reveal (photo creds Mary):

looking toward the back
Our bedroom at the back.
Cute little bathroom. We took the door off and put a curtain up to give us more room. The shower is across the hall.
looking toward the cab

And here’s the rest of the story, when you are traveling with someone riding his bike across the country…

A Bruce sighting!
I think this says it all!

day 17: day off in Dallas

You have six days each week for your ordinary work, but on the seventh day you must stop working.

Exodus 23:12

25.44 miles – 1,130.3 total miles – 774 ft climb

Even though Bruce still had to ride 25 miles from Jay’s house to Carmilla’s house, this was officially a day off. While we were in the Dallas area, we also connected with some other friends from Wichita, Celinda and David Heinrich. This morning Carmilla took Celinda and I to Bear Creek Park to walk. It was such a well thought out park. Near one of the kids’ play areas they put outdoor exercise bikes and some other exercise equipment! Brilliant! They also had these fun sculptures that looked like nothing unless you looked at them at a certain angle, through these hoops and then a cool sculpture popped out. And forget doing a 5K, Carmilla made us walk 4 miles!

Hope and Wangui and Bruce
The exercise bikes near the playground.
Carmilla, me and Celinda after our 4 mile walk.
Upon first reading the instructions, I thought you were supposed to take a picture of the person looking through the hoop. Then we figured out you were supposed to take a picture of what you SAW through the hoop.
Just looking at this you can’t tell what it is supposed to be.
Looking through the hoops, you could see the Statue of Liberty. So cool!

We got Whataburger to take home for lunch. Yum! This afternoon Bruce did some work on his bike while I got caught up with laundry and made a Walmart run. They had Coconut Creamer. Hurray!

Carmilla helping Bruce find and repair holes in his inner tubes.

We decided to go out to eat in a little area Bruce had seen this morning on his ride over because it was closer for our sweet friend, Gwennie to come meet us. We chose a place called Tommy Tomale, but when we got there, it wasn’t on the cute street after all, so we decided to go elsewhere. It was only a LITTLE awkward that David, Celinda and Gwen had already gone in and sat down. We found the cute street and sadly it didn’t actually have any restaurants. So we ended up at Hard Eight BBQ. Not exactly a “cute little place” but it was great to catch up with everyone.

The whole gang: Christian, Wangui, Carmilla, Gwen, me, Bruce, Celinda & David. Hope had to work and Denzel is at college at KU.
All the good stuff!
Gwennie with Bruce and me

While we were driving around looking for a restaurant … no wait, it was actually when we were driving back to Jay’s to get Bruce’s flipflops … we came upon VanBebber Drive! I can’t believe it!

When we got home from dinner we looked up our route for tomorrow. Then some how we got side tracked on Google Earth and ended up looking up Carmilla’s parent’s home in Kenya. It was fun to walk down memory lane with her.

Hope and Carmilla, virtually going down the roads in Kitale to get to Carmilla’s parents place.

Carmilla’s dog Olivander, or Vander to his close friends, is the best behaved puppy ever. He has been trained not to cross this green line to go into the kitchen and he obeys. He will also wait to eat until they say, “Go ahead.” Wow! I thought it was a big deal that my dogs could shake hands.

Toe-ing the line … literally!
Carmilla’s house. Notice the Jayhawk sign in front and Harvey hanging out on the side street.

day 18: Keller to Windhorst, TX

101.6 miles – 1,231.9 total miles – 4,211 ft climb

Happy Birthday to our favorite son-in-law, Jeremy! We love you!!!

Jeremy, Kinsley and Annie

Many are the plans in a person’s heart, but it is the LORD’s purpose that prevails

Proverbs 19:21

I know people that are following our schedule are thinking, “Where the heck is Windhorst? That’s not on the schedule.” Well, no it actually is not on my well planned, well laid out schedule. When we got to Jacksboro, where we were supposed to spend the night, it was only around 1:00 and Bruce was feeling good. The weather was beautiful today and he had a light wind at his back. We looked at the map and saw the town of Antelope 20 miles down the road. Bruce thought he had 20 miles in him still and I thought Antelope sounded like a cute name for a place to stay, so we decided to carry on. When I got to Antelope, there was nothing there. I continued on down the highway and still didn’t see anything 10 miles down the road. I called Bruce to see if he wanted me to turn around and try to find some place to stay. He wanted to keep going. And so here we are in the church parking lot of St Mary’s Catholic church in Windhorst, TX. 34 miles past Jacksboro! This means we only have 25 miles to go tomorrow to get to Wichita Falls.

This is what a guy looks like who has just ridden 34 more miles today than he had planned.
St Mary’s Catholic Church. The grotto in front was built by some local veterans. It has a memorial wall and some information about some of the local heroes.

Bruce’s allergies were really bothering him today. According to him, his nose was “running like a sieve.” TMI? What do you do if your nose is running like that and you’re out biking? Well, as Bruce was cruising along, he happened to come upon the local sheriff, in his car ready to protect and serve. Bruce rolled up to him and said, “Excuse me. My allergies are really bad today. Do you happen to have an allergy pill on you?” I bet that had never been part of his job description before. But in the interest of protecting and serving, and since he happened to be near his house, he had his wife bring a Claritin out for Bruce. Bruce took it and continued on his merry way.

“May I have some more?” think Oliver.

A little further down the road he came upon another biker, Jeff, who was on his way to Alaska. Jeff, unfortunately did not have a handy RV to follow/lead him on his journey. He was loaded down with every possible thing he might need. Except for padded biking shorts. Or biking shoes with clip-on pedals. Or a jersey. But this was not Jeff’s first rodeo. He had ridden across the northern part of the country and several other long bike trips.

This is Jeff, retired from working in education. Now seeing the world. Or at least the country.

When we got to Jacksboro Bruce had a hankering for icecream. We almost stopped at a place called the Dairy Inn, but all they served for lunch was BBQ and we had our fill of that for now. We asked a guy at the gas station and he said that the drugstore a few blocks down, AKA City Drugstore, made great shakes and served burgers. When we got there we found out that they had already closed their grill so we couldn’t get burgers. We decided to just get shakes and eat lunch in the RV. I got a really delicious Cherry Vanilla shake and Bruce got a Texas Praline shake. He was wishing he had stuck to his old favorite, a chocolate malt. This drugstore soda fountain has been in business since 1911.

The ladies at the City Drugstore who made our delicious shakes.
City Drug – where the school kids meet!
So is this a cemetery? Or a horse pen?

We kept seeing these really tall, sturdy fences along the road. It always makes me wonder if there is something top secret in there and they are trying to keep people out or if there is some kind of wild animal in there that they are trying to keep in. After I took this pic and was putting it on the blog, I got my answer. Cows. How disappointing!

Dinner tonight roasted chicken, sautéed broccoli and THE BOILED PEANUTS. I did not eat mine because they still tasted like … well, boiled peanuts, but Bruce liked them.
Texas creativity
And he’s off! Just look at those legs!
But he didn’t get far before a fellow biker from Wichita Falls stopped him and wanted the scoop. Thanks to Hope for making some business cards we could hand out with our website for donations. And on a separate note, look at those hills he’s about to climb.Yikes!

day 19: Windhorst to Wichita Falls, TX

You were called to be free. But don’t use your freedom as an excuse to do anything you want. Rather use it as an opportunity to serve others with love.

Galatians 5:13

25 miles and that’s all I know because Bruce is out with Ron & Brent

Ready to go. 47 degrees out. Brrrr! Please note the sloping parking lot.

Today was a very short day. So short in fact that Bruce beat me to our RV Resort. Again. Here’s my excuse: He left around 8:30 and I went out to see him off and pray for him like I do every morning. Once he road off, I walked around the parking lot and took a few pictures. As I was heading back, 2 guys called out to me. They were caretakers of the church property and had noticed our RV and wanted to donate because one of them had a relative who suffers from MS. We chatted a bit and they told me all about the church and the Grotto and suggested that I go up close to look at it. Which I did. It was fairly interesting and I guess I enjoyed it longer than I intended and that’s how Bruce beat me to Jelly Stone Park.

Bruce coming out after having already registered us at the office. I was only a FEW minutes behind him.

Today was another reminder that I worry about things way more than Bruce. Coming in to Wichita Falls our highway was joined by another highway from the right and then we soon had to turn on a different highway that split off to the right. The whole thing was a mass of lines and cars and merging and confusion. All while cars were going 75! Thankfully Bruce was in front of me, so I knew that he had already made it through. When I caught up with him at the RV Park I said, “Wow! That was crazy! Did that make you nervous?” He looked at me blankly and said, “what?” Um, the massive amounts of cars and lanes and merging that you had to navigate ON A BIKE!

So back to the speed limits. Harvey’s sweet spot is around 57. Up to 65 isn’t horrible, but I refuse to go 75 on these roads. As the unfortunate amount of speeding tickets I’ve accumulated will attest, I am not typically a slow driver. But I have to say, tooling along at 57 just because I want to is kind of freeing. I AM that RV that you hate to get behind. Hopefully this will make me more patient next time I’m the one behind it. I’m not a totally horrible person though. Every now and then I pull over and let the line of cars following me pass. To my knowledge I have not gotten the finger yet.

Two of Bruce’s friends from Wichita, Brent Miller and Ron Neugent, drove down to meet up with us and hang out for awhile. We gave them the tour of the RV and then Bruce broke out the Crowler he had been saving from the Brewery on the way to Pensacola. Conversations shifted between swimming stories and our trip.

As we were telling one story from last night, Brent and Ron insisted that for transparency’s sake, it should be included in the blog. So in full disclosure, here it is. At some point you were bound to find out that Bruce does indeed have a seldom seen dark side. In most places when we park Harvey for the night, we have to make adjustments so that we will be level. We have these sturdy plastic squares that kinda look like giant legos. We determine which end needs to be higher and drive up onto the squares to make us level. I will include a picture. When we buy new squares. When I had called to ask if we could stay in the church parking lot, I was told to park in the front lot. It was on a hill that sloped 2 directions. I had tried to drive up on the blocks to make us level with no luck. So when Bruce arrived, he was ready to show me how it was done. But every time Bruce tried to drive up on the squares they would just shoot forward. After many attempts at multiple spots around the parking lot, Bruce slammed it in reverse, causing various items in the RV (including everything sitting on the couches and all the clothes in my closet) to fly onto the floor. He turned and glared at me with smoke coming out of his ears and said, “Don’t say A WORD!” So I didn’t. Then he stormed off (as much as you can while driving an RV) and parked in a fairly level, gravel parking lot on the other side of the church. And forgot to pick up the yellow plastic squares. That he will be stopping by WalMart to replace later tonight.

Cheers to the Triple Berry Good Living IPA Milkshake Crowler. Wouldn’t you love to be the one that gets to name the beers?
Ron drove his Tesla down, so we plugged it in at our RV site to charge it up.

I feel like I need to print a disclaimer in case there are any English teachers reading this. I am very aware that I keep vacillating from one tense to another. I keep planning to be more careful and then the next thing I know, I’ve done it again! Hope that doesn’t make it too painful to read.

We are staying at a really nice RV park called Jellystone Park at Canyon Ranch Resort. Remember what I told you about when it has “resort” in the name? There is a fishing pond, tons of RV sites and cottages, several lodges that you can rent out, ponies and chickens, mini golf, an obstacle course and 4 pools! They are all decked out for Halloween including a haunted grave yard. I can hear creepy music and kids screaming as I type. It has a really neat kids area including the regular plastic climbing equipment, blow up slides, a place to sift out rocks and a GagaBall pit.

As I was walking around I saw this lawn mower in the distance and thought it was weird that they just left it near the path…until I got a little closer. Oh yea. It’s October.
The one thing I DON’T like about this place!

While we were all sitting in the living room aka “the couch”, a pickup truck pulled up and a man in an official looking orange & yellow vest got out and sauntered up to our door. “Excuse me,” he said, pointing at our cycle. “Is this your scooter sitting out here?” Uh oh! Did we miss the No Scooter mandate? “Yes, sir. It is” we politely responded, waiting for the hammer to drop. “Well, you were reported driving it around behind the pools earlier this afternoon.” And your point is? “That’s NOT allowed. We want to keep our kids safe here. It’s clearly marked that you are NOT allowed to drive back there.” Busted! Bruce had driven up to swim earlier in the afternoon and apparently did not see the sign and may possibly have put children in danger as he drove 5 mph near the pools. We apologized and promised that it would never happen again. No tickets were issued.

After visiting awhile in the RV, Bruce went with Ron and Brent to have dinner at a Brewery in town in Wichita Falls. As much as I like guy humor and beer, I declined. No offense Ron and Brent. I did enjoy YOUR humor this afternoon.

We continued in our mission to bring Buzz WTR to the west. Does it count that these 2 actually live in Wichita, where you can already buy it in the stores?
Bruce’s new biking partner. 🙂

day 20: Wichita Falls to Quanah, TX

A man plans his course, but the Lord determines his steps.

Proverbs 16:9

101 miles – 2,090 ft climb

One thing really struck me this morning as I was praying for Bruce and thinking about what the roads might be like today. Even though we have no idea whether the roads will have a great shoulder, lousy shoulder or no shoulder, God knows. Every morning when we are striking out into the uncertainty of the day, God already knows the paths we’ll take, the people we’ll meet and the problems that will arise. To me, that is a very comforting thought!

Snooze Alert! Every day can’t be interesting, right?

Today was pretty uneventful. Since Bruce left a little before 8:00 this morning and I didn’t leave until around 10:00, he rode on the back roads and I went straight down Hwy 287. Bruce was on a variety of roads again today. Everything from flat out red dirt, to the shoulder of a 75 mph 4 lane divided highway. Cruising at 62 in a 75 is not nearly as annoying to everyone when all the other cars can simply switch lanes and fly on by . I actually got Harvey up to 72 today because the roads were smooth. Then the speed limit dropped to 70 and I found myself speeding! How ironic. Luckily the multitude of motorcycle cops did not clock me during the 3 minutes between the speed limit dropping and me taking action. Can it actually be called “taking action” when you are allowing your RV to coast?

Bruce filled his time today by talking on his cool new head phones with his mom, his biking friend, Jerry and his old swim coach, Bill. No wonder he never answers the phone when I call him.

Hwy 287 had a nice wide shoulder, but the speed limit was 75!
Empty back road. These are my favorite.
Now THAT’s a back road!
Cool old tractor along the side of the road.
Ya Gotta love a bag of ice that says “Jesus Saves”
Ummm ….
Patriotism at the Drive-In
Texas oil field hard at work making that black gold.
Ye Old Cotton Gin RV Park
I don’t think we’ll be swimming here tonight.

Our RV park tonight is out in the middle of no where. About 10 miles from Quanah and 20 miles from Childress. Nothing much out here but a bunch of grasshoppers.

Ok, one little story I just thought of. This is near the bottom of the barrel. As I was leaving Wichita Falls this morning I looked over and this kid at the side of the road was giving me the “honk your horn” signal like you do for semi’s. Excuse me, Harvey is NOT a semi! I didn’t have the heart to shatter his enthusiasm by actually honking my horn and letting him hear Harvey’s little toot, so I just waved.

day 21: Goodlett to Quitaque, TX

How many are your works, LORD! In wisdom you made them all; the earth is full of your creatures.

Psalm 104:24

84.6 miles – 2,785 ft climb- 459.3 miles this week

We found out today that we were actually in Goodlett, TX overnight. It’s a suburb of Quanah. It was actually kinda chilly this morning so Bruce waited to leave until around 9:15. Harvey & I rolled out around 10:45.

Inside Harvey before Bruce leaves.
Inside Harvey before I leave.

Since Bruce was having a good morning, I decided to do my 5K in Childress because it looked like it had a cute little historic downtown. Sadly as I walked along I noticed that probably half of the buildings were boarded up or empty inside. Thankfully as I drove out of town I could see that the town actually was thriving a little more than I had thought. Pizza Hut, McDonald’s and of course a Dollar General.

Boarded up storefronts in downtown Childress, TX
They have their priorities straight!

The first 50 miles Bruce was cruising along with the wind at his back, listening to his music, going almost 20 mph. Totally in the groove. When he realized that he had missed his turn and ridden 3 miles past the turn off onto Hwy 86. Then he had to ride 3 more back to it. We were talking to Harriett later and she said that she was following him on Find Friends and on her map and wondering why he was going off route.

lunch time adjustments

The surface of Hwy 86 was chip and seal which was not fun to ride on. Bruce called the calvary to bring his gravel bike. Much better. “Like butter” according to Bruce. He again got in the groove and was kinda excited when Map my GPS routed him onto a side dirt road. He enjoyed it for several miles until it disappeared and he found himself basically riding through a field. Bruce loves gravel grinding (that’s gravel bike speak for riding on gravel roads). But this was not that. Luckily he found another dirt road that took him back to Hwy 86 and on to Quitaque (pronouned Kitty-Ka according to the lady at AllSup’s). Thankfully I had decided to stay on the highway and forgo the back roads today because the highway was back roads enough for me. I can only imagine how things would have played out if Harvey and I tried cruising the fields. Even though he does have great shocks.

Is Bob Wills still the king? You gotta be a vintage cowboy music fan to get that.
The scenery is changing
Texas farm
Downtown Quitaque
When 50 miles with the wind at your back changes to “I need my gravel bike!”

I waited for Bruce in Quitaque. The first RV Park I called was no longer in business. The next one was full. I usually wait until the day of to call the RV Parks because Bruce doesn’t always adhere to my well planned schedule. We drove out to Caprock Canyons State Park hoping for an RV site, but willing to just settle for the view. I had already tried calling them and booking online but neither worked. When we got there the ranger did not seem hopeful. Bruce asked her if she wanted to hear a sob story and she said that she had heard them all. He told her anyway. Now she has one more to add to her collection. But luckily she also had one more site. Perfect! Thanks God!

Harvey in the last spot at the Park
tourists
So many different kinds of beautiful in our country
Sunbeams always remind me of God’s presence
This reminds me of Ayers Rock aka Ularu in Austrailia.

We got set up, Bruce washed his bike and then we cruised around on the cycle. It is beautiful here! There is a herd of bison and a pack (?) of prairie dogs that live here. We had to cut our cruise a little short because the road took a steep dive and we were afraid our little cycle couldn’t make it back up. The guy that had our cycle before us changed something out to make it faster, but it also made it struggle more on hills with 2 people. We still need a name for our cycle. Any suggestions?

We cruised around a bend and there, smack in the middle of the road were a big group of bison milling about. Boy do you feel vulnerable that close to bison on a little cycle! Right before that, I had seen one loan bison at the side of the road and as we cruised by he snorted and kinda stamped his feet. I thought for sure he was going to charge us! So when we came upon the bison in the road we turned around and drove away quickly. And then of course had to stop for a pic.

You can barely see the buffalo in the road behind us.

When I came out of the shower building the bison had moved and were grazing right on the path between the shower and Harvey. Yikes! Since I’m pretty sure I wasn’t invited to the party, I took the long way home. Which was annoying because I had forgotten my flipflops and so had my feet kinda half stuck in my Hoka’s kinda tiptoeing along the whole way back. But I did get to walk by the prairie dog village. They are so cute! I don’t think I’ve ever heard them make a sound before. These were kinda chirping. A lady on her way to the bath house told me that they were warning other prairie dogs that danger was a-brewing with all of these people walking so close to their little village.

Walked out of the shower to this sight! If you look closely, you can see Harvey in the trees behind the swingset.
hello Mr Prairie dog.

As I am writing this I can hear coyotes howling away. It almost sounds fake they are so enthusiastic. We are in the wild west. I’m partially expecting to wake up to a bison out in the front yard. There are actually people tent camping here. Did they not see the sign that there are bison here? And they are wild. And big.

Bike & boot exhibit along the road to Caprock Canyons.

day 22: Quitaque to Dimmit, TX

“I went to the pain cave today.”

Bruce Van Bebber

81.3 miles – 2,028 ft climb – wind: in face

Bruce about to leave. Still excited about the day. No pain cave in sight.

Day 22. Half way through. More than half way by mileage. It’s like in the summer when you get to 4th of July. It always makes me think of all the things I meant to do. Obviously Bruce IS doing what he meant to do. But I thought I would get a lot more done. I brought my new Swahili text book because I’d have so much time to work on it. I brought several tea towels to embroider during the times I’m waiting for Bruce. I’ve only touched them once. Well, I’ve touched them many times, but it was only to move them to the seat next to me or to the couch close to me or back to the bed by me. Not much embroidery getting done. I also brought several books and books on my laptop because I would have SO MUCH time to read. I have no idea where my day goes. But it goes.

Today was a hard day for Bruce. He left around 8:20 and enjoyed the first part because even though it was a big climb, there were some great views and it was only 55 degrees. He sent me these pics and posted on facebook, “Let all creation rejoice before the Lord, for he comes, he comes to judge the earth. He will judge the world in righteousness and the peoples in his faithfulness.”

Texas highway 86.

The roads were pretty good today with a decent shoulder. These roads are part of what was originally the Texas Plains Trail. The day got steadily hotter with the wind in Bruce’s face all day. I thought the road today was completely flat but Bruce said it was continuous climbing. I guess it’s a little different when you don’t have Harvey to do all the work. At about 60 miles Bruce was really hurting. He called his friend Steve Richards for a pep talk. They reminisced about other hard rides they had ridden and survived. It got him through the next few miles. At about 70 miles God felt sorry for him and sent an angel disguised as an elderly farmer driving a combine. This guy turned onto the highway right in front of Bruce and chugged on along at 25 mph. Remember when I taught you about pacing? This was it again. Seven miles of drafting relief. When the farmer turned off after 7 miles, Bruce waved to thank him and then realized that the farmer had no idea he was even there.

When he finally “staggered” in to our little RV Park at 4:30, he said “I went to the pain cave today. It was a real Sufferfest.” That’s biker speak for today was hard and I’m glad it’s over. Bring on the chocolate milk. And then a beer.

I caught up with Bruce at about 30 miles, near Tulia. There was no place to pull over, so I pulled across a driveway. Because there wasn’t that much traffic and what are the chances that someone would be needing to actually use this driveway. Bruce came in for a break. You know, the basics: take off his shoes & rest his feet, refill his water bottle and Blendrich bottle, eat a pb&J and some Stacy’s, watch an SNL clip. He was outside getting everything set on his bike when up roared a big, red truck pulling a big, red trailer filled with several horses saddled and ready. A guy got out and sauntered casually over to get his mail from his mailbox. When Bruce apologized for blocking his driveway & told him what we are doing, Brent said it was no big deal and to take our time. I went ahead and backed up a little, planning to back up completely past his driveway. But as I checked the mirrors to finish backing I was aware of a red blur in front of me. Brent had clearly pulled that trailer a time or two before. He went from parked across the street to zipping down his driveway in the amount of time it took me to check my mirror.

Brent high tailing it down his driveway.

We passed quite a few ranches. Free range Texas cows. Kansas cows and Missouri cows have no idea how good they have it. I think if you asked these Texas cows they would say, “Yes, please. I’d love the feed lot.”

After our rendezvous there was really no place to stop in Nazareth because it was mostly just pretty houses on big farms, so I went all the way to Dimmit and “checked in” to our RV park. It’s a bit sketchy but it does have full hookups. It took me a while to find someone in charge. After knocking on a few RV doors, I finally got the number for the manager. When I called her on the phone she said to pick any spot I wanted. But check the electricity because some worked and some didn’t. So here we are. And I will not be walking here tomorrow.

You guessed it. No Resort in this RV Park name.
Me getting ready for my walk. I’ve been pretty consistent on my “Walk Across the US”

This morning at Caprock Canyons however, I had a great walk through God’s creation. I wish I could have captured it on camera, but it just can’t be done. It never looks as amazing in pictures as it does in real life. It was beautiful. As I was walking I saw these sparkling things along the road. I looked closer and I think they were kinda like fossilized wood with crystals on it. Very cool!

The cool fossil like things I saw. And on a separate note, don’t my legs look great in this shadow?
The trough. The bison was where the arrow is.

On my way back I noticed a large water trough out in the rough. This struck me as funny because there were signs all around talking about keeping nature natural etc. So I decided to take a picture of it. After I took the picture I looked a little closer and there was a lone bison standing about 15 feet behind the water tank. He was standing completely still staring at me. For some reason this totally freaked me out. I walked as fast as I could past him and tried not to look at him because that’s what you do with wild animals, right? Avoid eye contact? He was around 50 feet away from me but he watched me steadily as I tried to decide what I would do if he decided to charge at me. The trees were way to small to climb but I decided I could try to hide behind one at least. Seeing that one bison made me feel so vulnerable. I looked over to the other side of the road and sure enough there were 4 more bison moseying through the woods about 60 -70 feet away. I thought about all those bison we had seen last night blocking the road and started worrying about what I would do if I came around a bend to a huge group of Bison headed my way. I had no where to go. I was thinking what a dumb idea it was to go for a walk by myself and started to get pretty scared. As I quoted scripture to myself, God reminded me that these bison see people all the time. Other people go on walks or ride bikes. Or camp in tents. Before I knew it I was back near the RV park. Civilization! It started me thinking about the difference between my walk down the road and my walk back. For all I know there were bison looming in the trees all along the road on the way out that I never saw. I suppose it’s better to be aware of dangers out there, but it was definitely more enjoyable when I was completely oblivious to them.

Staring me down! Scary!

On the way out of the park I had to drive through a huge herd of bison very close to the road. They weren’t quite as scary from inside Harvey. I actually drove within 6 feet of a baby bison nursing his mom. So cool! Unfortunately I couldn’t take a picture because I was on the phone at the time. And I was focusing on sauntering through the herd unobtrusively.

Texas state Bison herd
Hello little friend.
One of the beautiful homes in Nazareth.
Tulia memorial. Like I always say, every small town needs a plane or a train engine. Or a tank.
Behind the scenes work.

meet my friend Carmen, a Parkie

I want you to meet my friend Carmen.  Carmen has Parkinson’s.  But that doesn’t define her. Carmen is a wife, mother, daughter and sister.  She is passionate about flowers and is a Master Gardener. She was born in Germany in the little town of Sinshein. After she finished high school, she came to the US to visit a friend who had been an exchange student in Germany with Carmen’s family. She ended up falling in love with her friend’s brother, Willie. Carmen and Willie have been married for 35 years.  They have 2 daughters and 2 sons. 

Carmen first noticed a little twitch in her thigh and later a little twitch in her hand.  Since she had recently had surgery on her foot she assumed that it was somehow related. But it did not go away.  She went to several different doctors, but no one recognized it as Parkinson’s. They finally diagnosed her in 2012, but she was in denial for another 3 years before she was able to accept the fact that she had Parkinson’s Disease.  She was only 48. Once she accepted it, she joined several support groups and signed up to be part of a study to see if exercise helps. It does. 

Parkinson’s causes the cells that make dopamine to die off. Dopamine helps regulate how your body moves and so the lack of it causes twitching. Exercising helps relieve some of the stiffness and pain in her hips and back. The most effective exercise for this is riding a stationery bike.

Carmen’s husband Willie has been an avid cyclist for over 20 years. He has ridden in the Copper Triangle in Colorado to raise money for the Davis Phinney Foundation for Parkinson’s for the last several years.  In 2019 Willie was in a terrible bike accident that now prevents him from biking outside any more. Because of our friendship with Willie and Carmen, Bruce chose to support the Davis Phinney Foundation in his ride across the country. Willie rides every day on his stationery bike in solidarity with Bruce.

day 23: Dimmet, TX to Clovis, NM

56.2 miles – 840 ft climb

O LORD, what a variety of things you have made! In wisdom you have made them all. The earth is full of your creatures.

Psalm 104:24
This was picture number 3. He was done smiling. Please note the lake back behind Harvey, thus the name, Lakeview RV Park.

I can’t believe we are in our 7th state! We passed into New Mexico around 12:30, which promptly became 11:30 because we also passed into our 3rd time zone! Today was a good day. Bruce was glad to only ride 60 miles today after yesterday’s grueling ride. Today was a walk in the park. Although we are anticipating the climbing part to really start increasing, today he only climbed 840 ft. While checking the route for Thursday we realized that Map my GPS and google maps had his route from Santa Rosa to Albuquerque riding on the shoulder of I40. I’m not sure why that happened because it’s against the law to ride a bike on an interstate. So we did a little re-routing and found a different route. Unfortunately no RV Parks along it so looks like we will be boondocking. Thank goodness for our new cell plan that allows for unlimited hot spots. But now we don’t get to go through Santa Rosa. Which is a bummer. Although I’m sure there will be interesting things to see in Vaughn and Chilili. Not!

State number 7!

Since we got to Clovis so early it was a great time to get caught up on laundry. Again. I’m pleased to report that a week’s worth of biking clothes worn for 80 mile bike rides in the sun don’t actually stink as bad as you might think. Unless I have become nose blind. Which is possible. I am prepared with Fabreeze for fabric and multiple air fresheners in case it gets worse. At the Laundry Basket I met 2 new friends, Denise and Dawn (or maybe Donna). I love that all across our country, no matter where we come from or what we look like, we are all pretty much the same. Living life. We all have hurts and dreams and opinions. We had some great conversation. Which is always nice while you’re waiting on your 2 triple load washers to finish up.

Along the road we passed a bunch of these places with a huge pile of something covered in white with tires on it. At one of the places we saw big trucks dumping something and also stacks of hay-like bales. We couldn’t tell if it was some kind of grain or left over crop maybe baled for animal food. If anyone knows what these are, please comment. Because inquiring minds want to know.

Trucks unloading mystery material.
We passed several of these, but have no idea what they are.

We also passed multiple feed lots. Bruce was ahead of me and he warned me of the terrible smell. Almost made you throw up. I am happy to report that I smelled nothing. It’s a whole nother ball game when you’re tooling along in Harvey at the speed of light. Or 57 mph. Whichever.

Tonight we are staying at an Alpaca Farm. It’s part of the Harvest Host program where farms, wineries, museums and other places of interest allow RVs to spend the night. Rosemary, the owner, made us oatmeal raisin cookies. Bruce’s favorite. Alpacas are funny looking little creatures. Rosemary & Ric know each of their 50 alpacas by name and said they all have unique personalities. They told us that Alpacas don’t really like to be touched. By people or by each other. Here are some pictures of our new friends.

We drove the cycle in to town for dinner at Leal’s Mexican Restaurant (pronounced Lee-al). Rosemary suggested the Stuffed Avocados and man were they yummy! Avocados stuffed with fajita chicken and cheese and deep fried. No calories there! Bruce had a combo plate with a taco, enchilada and burrito. Because he biked 60 miles today. Which I did not. I’m not sure I even got 6,000 steps in today. A salad tomorrow!

Our shadow buzzing along on the cycle.
Trains are everywhere

After dinner we sat outside and visited with our RV neighbors, Grace and Charlie from Tuscon. They are on their way home from a 2 month cross country adventure to visit multiple family members and stay at Harvest Host wineries. They are pros at this RV thing. It got dark as we sat out talking to them. It’s funny how much the temperature changes when the sun goes down. It was 50 this morning, got up to 91 today and then back down to 53. You’re welcome for that little weather report.

Pray for Bruce tomorrow. It’s gonna be a LONG day!

day 24: Clovis to Vaughn, NM

Do not be discouraged, do not be afraid for the Lord, your God will be with you wherever you go.

Joshua 1:9

114.02 miles -3,077 ft climb – 3,209 calories burned

Is he throwing a gang sign? I don’t know sign language.

We knew today was going to be long and hot. When we re-routed to Albuquerque last night we could tell the towns were few and far between. We figured we would go as far as Bruce could go and then boondock some place. Around 56 miles we stopped at Ft Sumner for lunch. Bruce had a pb&j and a power nap. That guy can fall asleep faster than anyone I know. Might have something to do with riding across the USA, I don’t know.

Slept for 5 minutes. Woke up ready to go.

After he took off I decided to walk around a bit to give him time to get a little in front of me. Ft Sumner’s claim to fame is that Billy the Kid is buried there. There’s Billy the Kid Museum, Billy the Kid gravesite, Billy the Kid Hotel. You get the drift. I had parked in the parking lot of an old gas station that was no longer in business. Just my good fortune, there was a sign listing all the must-see hot spots of Ft Sumner.

I decided to skip the Billy the Kid museum and grave site, but did see a lot of interesting murals on 4th street. And a LOT of boarded up, broken down buildings. It was actually very depressing. So many forgotten, neglected houses, buildings, businesses. I only saw 2 businesses that looked like they were alive. But when I got closer, both had gone out of business due to Covid19. It makes me so sad to think of all the small town businesses that were forced to shut down and were not able to recover. We have seen a lot! Heading back to Harvey I came across a little business that looked like it might possibly be an antique store or flea market. But when I went in I could see (and smell) that it was actually a restaurant. And it appeared to be thriving. Hurray! Since I was there, I bought some burnt ends for us to eat later. I wanted to at least do my part to help them stay in business. On the package they had put a sticker with the Joshua 1:9 verse. I needed this. The drive and the town had gotten me down.

Peeling mural kinda gives a Monet effect
This is me and Bruce in a few years. I will probably still be working on these dish towels.

From Ft Sumner onward there was nothing. I mean really … nothing. Miles and miles of red dirt and scraggly bushes. Every now and then there would be some cows or sheep or horses in a barren field. I can’t believe they could find enough grass to survive. Occasionally there was a house or a sign announcing Mesa View Ranch or some other clever ranch name. I felt like we were out in the wild west. I guess we are. I also wonder if this was what is was like for Jesus. Rocks and dirt and sand and heat. That’s how I picture Judea. Minus the bike. And the RV. And the pavement.

This highway goes on like this forever.
Cows and sheep shall lay down together. Isn’t that in the Bible?
These 3 horses put on a show for Bruce and then posed in front of this train. They were alone in this field with no house in sight. Is that even enough grass to feed one horse?
Historic bridge in Ft Sumner where I got run over by a train today. Train #15 to be exact.

We paralleled a train track for most of the way today. I counted 22 trains. Because I’m still an accountant at heart and that’s what we do. Not being near a train track in east Wichita, it’s easy to forget that trains are alive and well in other parts of the country. Every one of them had a million cars loaded with shipping containers. Thriving commerce. Just not in Ft Sumner. To be fair, I didn’t see the whole town. It’s possible there’s a lot of thriving going on in some other part of town.

So Bruce just kept going and going. Toward the end I paced for him because it was so brutal out there and because we were pretty much the only ones on the highway. Which had NO shoulder. On the hills he was only able to ride 10-20 mph because he was getting tired (slacker!). The cruise control on Harvey only kicks in at 25 mph, which means I actually had to have my foot on the pedal. And now my leg hurts. But you can’t really tell your husband your leg hurts from pushing the gas pedal in the RV when he’s just ridden 1oo miles. Rats! I want sympathy! He ended up riding 114 miles today! He left around 7:15 because we knew it was gonna get hot today. And it did. 87 degrees. Hopefully this was the hardest day of the trip and now it’s behind us.

We arrived in Vaughn around 3:30. I was able to find an RV park in Vaughn on google. I’ve noticed a trend here. If these RV parks are not included on the Good Sam’s website, there’s a reason. This park has about 10 spots. Ethel came out as I pulled up and told me that they were full, but we could park in the back with no hook ups. When Bruce got there, he asked if we could do a buddy hookup with one of the other RVs. She thought about it and then had us hook up to #4 because although an RV is actually already there, she has not seen the guy in a month and he hasn’t paid for his October rent. We pulled in from the back, narrowly missing a pick up truck parked 2 spots down. (And when I say “we” I mean Bruce because there is no way I would have tried to make that tight squeeze. I was pretty sure we wouldn’t fit.) When we got in to our back spot, there was a tree limb hanging a little low. Ethel thought maybe we could just pull out forward tomorrow. I agreed, but said I’d have to be sure and watch out for the limb. So she decided to just cut the whole tree down! That’s going above and beyond. And then she said to just apply our lot fee as a donation for Parkinson’s. So nice! A great way to end our day.

Our “site”
This is Ethel. And her sweet Yorkie. Her first pet ever.

One thing that has really made me happy along this journey is the amount of flags we’ve seen. SO much patriotism! I love it! I don’t know if it has anything to do with the fact that we are mostly going through small towns, but we have seen flags everywhere. From Florida to New Mexico. I wish I had taken more pictures of all the variety of ways that people are showing they love the USA. Not only flags, but banners, flag posters, flashing red, white and blue lights that make up a flag. Mostly at homes but also at quite a few businesses.

Flag in a yard in Ft Sumner.

day 25: Vaughn to Edgewood, NM

He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, 3 he refreshes my soul. He guides me along the right paths for his name’s sake.

Psalm 23:2-3

63 miles – 2,582 ft climb

Please note the flag on the RV behind him. I’m telling you Patriotism is going strong!

Bruce had a late morning getting started because of our crazy hook up situation. It took 2 hoses attached to each other to reach the water at site #4 and 2 electric cords to reach his electricity. We had hoped that the guy with the truck parked right behind us would come home and move it, but that did not happen. So Bruce had to back out through that narrow slot. Which he did fabulously!! There was no way to reach the spot to unload the black and grey tanks, so we had to drive around to the front of site #4 and hook 2 waste hoses up to accomplish that task. I had told Bruce that he could go ahead and leave and I could unhook everything, but he wisely chose to stay and do it himself. If I had to get out of that spot, I probably would have just mowed down the rest of the tree. Or still be sitting there waiting for the truck to move.

Bruce was finally able to leave around 9:25. From my perspective it was a really easy day. The weather was nice. Just a gentle breeze blowing in through the windows when I stopped to wait for Bruce to catch up with me. Not too much traffic. But when I asked him how his day went he said, and I quote, “the first 20 miles were hard because I had a lot of lactic in my legs from the long ride yesterday. The wind was in my face most of the day and there was a lot of climbing. After I quit worrying about my average speed, I settled into a nice pace and just grinded it out.” Translation: his legs hurt at first, but then he stopped competing and remembered that THIS IS NOT A RACE and just kept pedaling.

Tomorrow we get our kicks!

I found an RV park on Historic Route 66 on the east side of Albuquerque. It’s nice. Not fancy. Not ghetto. No trees were cut down tonight. Tomorrow we take back highways to the other side of Albuquerque and will meet up with our Wichita friends, Stew and Mary Stephens. Then we get to play. Hopefully Mary has lots of fun stuff planned for us.

Tonight I just whipped up some burnt ends real quick for dinner. Ok, so I really just HEATED UP the ones I bought yesterday. Yes, we are using paper plates. Because my kitchen sink is basically
6 x 12 x 4 and I hate doing dishes. Don’t judge.

Bruce nailing down his route for tomorrow. See those Stacy’s? That’s bag number 7.
This is what I wake up to most mornings. Bruce always wakes up early and makes himself a cup of regular coffee. Then, because I’m complicated AND I like only French Vanilla coffee AND I like to make my own, he gets out my coffee, puts in a fresh filter, and gets my water ready. After I send him off, all I have to do is dump everything in and wa-la — the perfect cup of coffee. After I add my Coconut Creamer, that is.

day 26: Edgewood to Albuquerque, NM

If you ever plan to motor west,
Travel my way, take the highway that is best.
Get your kicks on route sixty-six.

Nat King Cole

44.3 miles – 1,650 ft climb

Seeing our Wichita friends today, Bruce wanted to represent. Please notice the socks, worn especially for Stew and Mary (who are avid K-State fans).

This morning Bruce left around 7:30 in anticipation of a short ride with a lot of climbing. But what a sweet surprise: the ride into Albuquerque started with about 15 miles of downhill highway. Once in the city it flattened out and was packed with motels, restaurants and general city stuff. Bruce enjoyed his ride and seeing all the sights along the way. As he was passing El Camino Donuts and knowing that I hadn’t even left the RV park yet, he decided to stop for a cuppa Joe and a donut. (This is actually very strange because Bruce is not a donut person). He got to talking to the owners and found out that Clint had been a professional jockey in Kentucky and then raised & bred race horses. He and his wife Caren had recently moved to Albuquerque and opened this great little donut shop in the Nob Hill District. They talked about everything from the benefits of capitalism and the current plight of New Mexico’s economy to parenting and of course our trip.

Caren wanted a pic of Bruce and the bike
Clint wasn’t about to be left out of the fun
Look at that coffee … did he add creamer? This looks more like a breakfast for me than for Bruce.

Continuing on down Route 66, Bruce realized he was passing University of New Mexico and decided to try to find the pool where he swam for Wichita Swim Club at a meet in high school. Since no students are allowed to study on campus due to Covid 19, Bruce made his way onto the campus and talked his way in to see the pool. He got close, but the doors were locked and the janitor said the keys were not handy. Bruce had to settle for a peek through the window.

My morning started off pretty nice. Got my 5K in doing laps at the RV park. It was nice because it sloped down along one side, so I could jog down and then walk back up. I’ve decided there are 3 kinds of campers. Those that are living there semi permanently and working nearby, those who are just spending a night on their way to someplace else and those who are there as a destination vacay. Pretty sure this park did not house many there for the destination.

Beautiful sunrise over the RV park.
I found this RV for sale in Edgewood. It’s not too late if anyone wants to come join us.

After he was on the road again, Bruce called me to tell me about that cute little district where the coffee shop was because he thought I might enjoy it. True. If I had not been driving Harvey through town I probably would have enjoyed it. Cute little districts are not so fun in an RV.

I headed out around 10:30 ready to get my Kicks. I made a Walmart run because my Coconut creamer is getting low and then couldn’t get back to Route 66 because of a divided highway. Pre-GPS days I would have just turned around, but instead I blindly followed Siri down several random roads and eventually came back to Route 66 about 6 miles down the road. I did enjoy the decent and the scenery. But soon this was interrupted by the dreaded city. RVs do not belong in a city. If you ever see one there, please be extra nice to the driver because she is probably about to hit her maximum stress level. Right now you should probably just go ahead and get yourself a little cheese and crackers because I’m about to unload a lot of whine… Ok I’ll spare you the gruesome details, but between lines and unhelpful employees at Costco, lanes on Route 66 that suddenly become turn only and detours that end up in hospital parking lots, I was glad to get through to the other side. I was NOT getting my kicks.

Gas line at Costco. $1.76
Costco haul. Hopefully this will last the next 2 weeks so I don’t have to go back to Costco.

Albuquerque seems to be a bicycle friendly town in theory. They had a bike lane along most of Route 66. There were multiple signs reminding drivers to watch out for bikes. I saw a guy sleeping in a tent in a park with his bike. Probably riding a long trip self-contained aka no Harvey.

Bruce arrived at Enchanted Trails RV Park about a half hour before me, giving him time to catch up on some emails and become intimate friends with the people in the RV office. As well as a little roadrunner that must have liked his looks. Or smell.

Mary & Stew’s camper

It was so great to see Mary & Stew. We all got settled in our RVs and then went in to Old Town Albuquerque. I’m afraid I’m becoming a mountain woman. My nails are a mess, I need a haircut and I haven’t worn makeup since I left. Mary came over ready for dinner looking really cute and I realized the bar had been raised. I was again in civilization. I ran back to the bedroom (haha – like I could actually “run” the 3 feet back into the bedroom) and changed clothes and put on makeup. It actually felt good!

Since Stew & Mary have a pull behind camper, we detached it and took their truck in to town. While we were looking for a place to eat, we saw the Virgin-in-a-Tree on the map. What!?! We knew we had to check THAT out. After many side streets and a few u-turns we finally found it. We were a little underwhelmed. It should have been named Creepy Lady in a Tree.

The Virgin in the tree

We walked around Old Town a little and then drove to a restaurant recommended by one of the store owners, called Garcia’s. Oops. Misplaced participle. The store owner was actually not called Garcia’s. Due to Covid Garcia’s had set up outdoor dining in their parking lot. But apparently their liquor license didn’t cover the parking lot, so you couldn’t order a beer out there, only inside. But we couldn’t eat inside because of Covid. Hmmm … beer or food? We chose food.

Get it?
Kinda looks like I’m part of the mural.

I apologize to everyone reading these blogs on their phones. I looked at it on Bruce’s phone today and realized it looks very different than when I read it on my laptop. The pictures when I put them in a gallery are almost too small to even tell what it’s a picture of. It looks fine on a laptop. I will try to remember to not put any pictures together in a gallery. Unless they aren’t worth seeing anyway.

day 27: day off in Albuquerque

Therefore encourage one another and build each other up, just as in fact you are doing.

1 Thessalonians 5:11

0 miles biked – 0 ft climb – 100% rejuvenated

We had so much fun today! I am an introvert so I don’t totally hate driving by myself in an RV across the country. But it is SO refreshing to hang out with friends! Both old friends (now I’m not really saying Mary & Stew are old, but I HAVE known them for 30 years so you can make your own conclusions) and new friends. This day was one more gift from God along our journey.

We started off the morning just kinda nesting & straightening. It was really nice to not have to be getting ready for a bike ride. At 8:30 Mary & Stew came by to pick us up to go hike at the Petroglyph National Park. Because what better way to relax from biking 80 miles than to go hiking? We took the Piedras Marcadas Canyon trail because it was only 1 & 1/2 miles and it allowed dogs. We had Mary & Stew’s dog, Nikita, with us. It was a very easy trail of mostly sand and pretty quickly we could see petroglyphs on the rocks. As I understand it, these are basically early graffiti left by the Native Americans and Spanish settlers. Although there were lots of signs saying to stay on the path, we saw a guy climbing down the mountain . Uh oh! Should we call the path police? As he got closer, he greeted us and told us he lives in a neighborhood at the top of the mountain. We walked with Don along the path for quite a while and he told us all kinds of interesting stories about the area and showed us some off the beaten path petroglyphs that he had found. So yeah, we were off the beaten path. Don’t tell the path police! He had found one drawing that showed a warrior looking at a guy on a horse and had a date of 1500 something. Another one was of 2 Kokopelli, the Indian flute player. I was a little worried that Bruce might twist his ankle or something climbing around on all those rocks looking for little known petroglyphs. Off the beaten path. Then I would have to finish the ride to San Diego. Which might take a little longer.

Kokopelli
Don showing Bruce off the beaten path Petroglyphs
The trail goes THIS way.

We ate brunch at Frontier because it is one of the oldest restaurants along route 66 and because it seemed like everyone we talked to recommended it.

Our instructions were to get the Huevos Rancheros with green chile stew or a Carne Adovada Burrito with green chiles. New Mexicans love their green chiles. We obediently ordered variations of those recommendations. And yum! But awful spicy for my wimpy little mouth. I was glad that our next stop was Route 66 Diner for milkshakes!

Bruce and I shared an Elvis (pb & banana) with hot fudge. Can I just say, Yum!
Inside of Route 66 Diner
Years worth of signs at Route 66 Diner

Since we were RV-free, we decided to walk around Nob Hill, the part of Route 66 near University of New Mexico. Bruce wanted us all to meet his new friends at the El Camino Donut shop, so we headed that way. I popped in before Bruce and told them I had heard that they had been harassed by a biker yesterday. Well, I should have said cyclist because Clint was totally confused, thinking I meant someone in a motorcycle gang. Which luckily they had NOT been harassed by. We visited for a bit, bought some doughnuts for tomorrow and admired Caren’s art on the walls. I wish I would have taken some pictures of her work. Or better yet bought something. But I guess you’ll just have to go there yourself to see it. And when you do, I’d love the one of the 3 buffalos. Or one of the butterflies.

I like his thinking!

By this time we were all ready to go home and take a nap. Cause that’s what you do when you’re over 50. So when we got home I relaxed by actually taking a nap and Bruce relaxed by fixing my closet door, fixing the latch on the RV, fixing something on his bike and cleaning the top of our awning (which we opened up for the first time). To each his own.

For dinner we met up with my friend from high school, (go Rolla Bulldogs!) Mike Meyer and his wife Lozanne. They had originally suggested a place called El Pinto which sounded really neat, but it was totally booked. We ended up going to a place called Sadie’s of New Mexico which was also delicious. The salsa was a bit spicy for me but the queso was maybe the best I’ve ever tasted. Bruce got a burger (with green chiles of course). I got a salad with the green chiles on the side. It was just what I needed after eating heavy duty Mexican for so many previous meals. Another fun night with friends!

Bruce & me, Mary & Stew
Mike & Lozanne, me & Bruce
Stew and Mary show off their giant nacho plate
Those must be some very special hand wipes.

When we got home from dinner we took our chairs and Bruce’s guitar over to Mary & Stew’s camper and sang old christian youth group songs. Mostly just Bruce and Mary sang because the song book was from when Bruce was in Junior High youth group and since he’s WAY older than me, I didn’t know any of the songs.

He’s multi-talented

My amazingly brilliant husband just looked up how to change an iphone that currently takes live photos in HEIC format to start taking pictures in JPEG. Why is this important you ask? Because up until now for each picture, I had to convert it to JPEG so that it could be recognized by the wordpress program I use for this blog. So starting tomorrow the picture uploading process should be a lot faster. Thanks honey!!!!

No age requirements at this park.

day 28: Albuquerque to Grants, NM

The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims His handiwork.

Psalm 19:1

68.8 miles – 2,710 ft climb

One of Bruce’s friends, Jay Koch, who lives in Albuquerque, came to ride a few miles out with him this morning. Jay and Bruce have been friends since Wichita Swim Club days. It was nice for Bruce to have a little company for a few miles. Mary and Stew came over to pray with me for Bruce & Jay and see them off around 8:00. Then they headed to Colorado.

Bruce & Jay heading west

An advantage to staying at the same place for 2 nights is that I didn’t have to hunt for the sunrise this morning because I already knew where it would be (in the east, duh – but I get a little disoriented as to which direction we parked). It conveniently was right out my bedroom window. But I was still so tired that I just peeked out my window at it a few times between falling back to sleep and did not go out and take a picture. But I think it was probably glorious. I need a compass to make my sunrise hunt easier.

My friend, Barb Morrison, who worked with me at Koch 30 years ago and recently retired from there and moved to Albuquerque with her hubby, came out to the RV park to hang out with me. We had planned to go some place for breakfast, but ended up just hanging out in Harvey. Even though we gabbed until almost 11:00, it wasn’t enough time for me. Getting caught up is the best! I love when you haven’t seen a friend in a long time and you just jump right in where you left off.

me and Barb chillin’ in the living room

The scenery was so beautiful today. Bruce’s morning ride started off pretty good with a short downhill on route 66. But then he had to ride on the shoulder of Interstate 40 for around 20 miles, which wasn’t all that fun, even though it was nice and wide. The wind was also right in his face.

Interstate 40, yikes!

He started to get off at one exit, but there were signs that the route was closed. The Indian Reservations around there had been hit very hard with Covid 19. Many of them were closed to outsiders. At the next exit, the sign said that the town of Laguna was closed. But the roads still appeared open, so Bruce went ahead and got off. The roads were nice and empty and they even had a bike path along a few miles of it. Unfortunately a german shepherd in a yard near the road thought Bruce looked tasty and took a nibble on his leg. Luckily it didn’t break the skin. I think this is dog bite number 3, but the casual way that Bruce mentioned it to me makes me wonder if there were others he didn’t tell me about.

trying to keep Covid 19 out
road through the Reservation, with bike path

We had talked about spending the night at a Harvest Host location at an Ice Cave about 27 miles past Grants, New Mexico. By the time we got to Grants, Bruce was wiped out from biking into the wind for so long and I wanted to do laundry so we decided to go ahead and stay at an RV park in Grants. Unfortunately they closed the laundry room at 5:00. Looks like I’ll be doing laundry at 7:30 tomorrow morning. Yuk. Although this is a Good Sam park, I think it’s a stretch.

View of our RV park looking from Harvey to the office.

I think Grants is on the Continental Divide. I haven’t seen any signs yet about it today though. It appears to be a tiny town with lots of closed up stores and hotels. But it also has a Walmart. And a Pizza Hut. And a cute little park with art sculptures. And a tank. You know what I always say about that.

That doesn’t apply to us, right?
When you can’t get the sewage connector elbow unscrewed and decide to just leave it behind. Bruce had already left. What’s a girl to do?

day 29: Grants, NM to St John’s, Arizona

65.8 miles – 1,283 ft climbed – wind: not bad at all

A man’s spirit can endure sickness, but who can survive a broken spirit?

Proverbs 18:14
hubba, hubba!

Got up this morning and did laundry at 7:15. Not my favorite way to start the day, but it always feels good to have the laundry done. And even though the 2 washers and dryers looked a little sketchy, they got the job done. That duct tape did a great job holding the door on the dryer.

When I got back I found Bruce climbing on the front of Harvey cleaning the front window. He kinda reminds me of a roomba. You know, those little round vacuum things that just bounce all over the place cleaning? I always tried to teach my kids to see a need and meet it. I think the way this plays out for me is that I see a need and write in on a list to do at a convenient time. Not Bruce. He stops whatever he’s doing and meets that need. Right now. ADD comes in handy as an adult.

It was 32 degrees when we got up this morning. For some reason I thought it was going to be hot like in the 90s from New Mexico to California. Bruce is glad he stuck in all his warm biking gear. Not exactly color coordinated. I think if he had something blue he would have covered all the colors of the rainbow. Plus he decided to wear his Go-Pro today. Should get some awesome pics. He waited until around 10:00 to leave so that it would be a little warmer. Still only 48 degrees.

Bruce and I decided to go ahead and stop at the Ice Cave. We walked a short trail out to see a volcano and then out to the Ice Cave. The Ice Cave is made of lava and it keeps ice cold all year long. It was 76 steps down to see it. And then 76 steps back up.

This building used to be a general store in the 1930s. They kept their beer cold with ice from the ice cave.
Lava from the volcano
All he needs are some black booties to complete his high fashion look.
That’s a lot of steps!
The Ice Cave. 32 feet thick of ice.
This tree’s roots got all twisted because it was trying to grow in the lava rock.
Taking off again. No more winter gear. It had warmed up to the 70s.

From the Ice Cave Bruce took off down a really great hill. On East 53. East. Problem is … we are going west. So then he had to go back up the hill. Bummer. He always says he likes hills so maybe he did this for the fun of it. Maybe. We saw at least 3 signs saying there were Elk in the area. I kept my eyes peeled. They lied.

About a mile past the entrance to the Ice Cave we crossed the Continental Divide. So it’s all downhill from here, right? I almost missed this important photo op. No problem. Since no one was around, I just backed Harvey up and took the picture. Then looked in my rearview and saw a semi barreling my way. Uh oh. Pedal to the meddle Harvey!

We had planned to boondock some place in Zuni which we thought was a town. I guess it is a town, but also an Indian Reservation. The Indian reservations in New Mexico have been hit really hard by Covid. So hard that they have closed many of them. Including Zuni. When I got close I could see a sign saying to mask up before you reached the check point. So I did. They said that I could drive on through, but not stop. They gave me a piece of paper that I was instructed to keep in my dashboard at all times, unless I wanted to risk possible jail. Then I must give it to the next police check point at the other side. I told them my husband was coming along on his bike and asked if he could ride through as well. They said he could as long as he did not stop. When I asked how far it was to the other side, I could swear the guy said 50 miles. Bruce decided to go ahead and ride 10 more miles and then I’d go pick him up. I picked him up at 12 miles. We drove 3 more and then came to the check point. Apparently he had said 15 miles.

at the checkpoint
the masked biker
getting more instructions

After leaving the Zuni Reservation we drove a mile or so and then … we crossed into Arizona! State number 8! And of course being in Arizona means … another time zone. This is our 4th time zone. I’m not sure if Arizona is officially Pacific time or if they are just the same as Pacific right now because they don’t observe daylight saving time. But it still means an extra hour of sleep!

State number 8!
New Mexico rest stop.

Since we couldn’t stay in Zuni and it was starting to get dark, we drove to St John’s and found a fairgrounds that had RV hookups. And here we sit. Watching Longmeyer.

leaving our RV park, near Grants, NM
the lone biker

day 30: St John’s to Winslow, AZ

“Go in peace,” the priest replied. “For the LORD is watching over your journey.”

Judges 18:6

95 miles – 2,415 ft climb

Bruce took off around 8:30 this morning. It was 37 degrees again when we woke up, but had warmed up to 52 degrees by the time he left. When he leaves in the mornings I always take his picture, pray for him and the other drivers to be alert and attentive and then video him riding off. This way I will have a current picture to show if he gets lost. Haha. Thanks to Find Friends, his mom and I are keeping our eyes on him electronically. I highly recommend this app! Anyhoo, as he rode off the manager of the RV Park, Kay, came over and asked me about his ride. When I told her what we were doing and that it was to raise money for Parkinson’s and MS, she said, “stay right there!” and ran back in to her camper. She came back out with the $25 I had paid her last night and said, “You can stay for free. I want you to use this for your trip.” So nice!

We chatted for a bit and she told me a lady had come through a few years ago who was riding her HORSE across the country. Oh. My. Gosh. Horse trumps bike. I don’t even know how that would work because they can’t stay in RV Parks or eat fast food. Or make pb&j’s. Wow!

When I first started my walk, all I could see was how much, shall we say “less financed” this fairground was than the ones in Mississippi. Dirt & weeds everywhere rather than pavement. Just generally less than. But then I started looking at what all they DID have. Two little baseball fields, a few outdoor arenas for horse shows (one even had a separate kind of dirt track around it to run your horses, I guess), a playground, a swimming pool (unopened this year due to Covid), and a walking path. It takes a lot of walking to get in 3 miles, so I checked out pretty much every inch of the place. In one area I even found 7 horses and 2 cows in tiny little pens. Kay told me later that the cows were being fattened up awaiting slaughter. That’s a bummer! Walking here made me think about how when I focus on the negative, that’s what I see. But when I look for the positive, it’s right in front of my face. I love when God teaches me little lessons in the midst of everyday life. Because sometimes I focus on the negative. Which brings us to the showers. Um… let’s see. Look for the positive…it had a shower curtain and hot water. But honestly it was exactly what I had thought an RV Park shower would be like, when I started this trip. Before I was spoiled by the bathrooms in the south.

By the time I left it was 11:30. I am regretting having left the sewer hose elbow at the park a few days ago. Walmarts have been a little scarce. I unhooked the water & electric and dumped what needed to be dumped. I got gas and then ran to my old pal Dollar General to grab some milk and candy for the biker. So in total transparency his energy appears to come from Bit of Honey, Jolly Ranchers, Stacy’s chips and pb&j’s. But I guess it works. The plan, you know, in the original well laid out worksheet, was to stop at Holbrook tonight. But since we started in St John’s, Bruce wasn’t ready to stop in Holbrook and so biked to Winslow. Yes, we do plan to stand on a corner tomorrow.

Bruce had a great ride today. When I asked him, he said, “I was in the zone. I just felt good today. I could have gone another 40 miles.” He started out in some hills, climbing over 1,000 feet in his first 12 miles. And thankfully very few cars on those back highways. And beautiful views. I didn’t catch up with him until Holbrook. Because I left 3 hours after him. And because he’s fast.

The ride in Harvey was pretty good. There was a long section that looked like it had recently been paved, but it seemed to have waves. Kinda fun actually. It felt a little like galloping on a horse. Thank goodness for Harvey’s good shocks.

The bouncy, wavy road.

Bruce and I both stopped separately, since I was so far behind, at the Petrified Forest Museum and Gift Shop. Neither of us took the actual drive through the forest because it was an additional 24 mile loop. But we saw some petrified wood in the parking lot and in the museum part of the gift shop. We met a really nice lady, named Lori, who ran the shop. Bruce had met her first and talked to her for awhile. He also met Wayne who is a fellow biker and his wife, Barb. When I told Lori that I didn’t want to take the tour because my husband was biking across the country and I needed to catch up to him, she said, “Oh! You’re Pam!” Why, yes I am. I felt like a celebrity. Or maybe the wife of one.

cute little mail box where I mailed some post cards

Holbrook is a little town on Old Route 66. With a pretty cute little strip. By the time I got there Bruce was in the parking lot of Romo’s flagging me down. He had a hankerin’ for Mexican, believe it or not. And Romo’s did not disappoint. Which is a good thing because he’s having it again for dinner tonight.

I told this guy he was going to be in my picture and he put his shades on and smiled.

After dinner we took pictures of the “iconic” dinosaurs in front of the Rock Shop and then drove over to see the Navajo County Historic Museum. It was in an old Court House and included a jail that would be a good incentive not to break the law. The county used the jail until 1976. I think when they moved to the new courthouse they didn’t feel like moving everything and so just left it. Which was cool to see all the old stuff pretty much right where it had been.

When we found out that Bruce’s route included quite a few miles on the shoulder of I-40, we tried to find other routes from Holbrook to Flagstaff. The one we settled on first was for me to drive him for a latitude only move up to Indian Wells and then he’d bike as far as he could on highway 15 towards Flagstaff. This would be completely on Indian reservations. And sleeping spots were questionable. When I talked about this with Lori, she did not recommend being on an Indian reservation at night. She said they were dangerous. OK. That creeped me out. So we talked to an Indian man at Romo’s and he recommended this dirt road that went all the way from Holbrook to Flagstaff. I was all in. Bruce was not. He thought he could take Old Route 66 most of the way and just be on the I-40 shoulder a little. I headed off to see a little more of Holbrook. He headed off on Hwy 180/Old Route 66.

I decided to also stop and see the jackrabbit that is another Route 66 icon. I was a little underwhelmed, but I took pictures anyway.

After a few miles on Old Route 66 Bruce’s road turned into a path in a field. Undaunted he continued on. Soon it was totally gone. He could see I-40 from where he was, but was separated by a pesky barbed wire fence. You’re probably thinking, “what a bummer that he had to turn around and go back” But no. Bruce was not about to be thwarted by a little barbed wire. He followed it a few yards and found a spot that he could shimmey under. Well not really shimmey. More Army crawl. Soon he and his black steed were tooling along on the shoulder of I-40. As shoulders go, this was a very nice one. Wide and smooth with rumble strips way over to the left. And the wind was his friend today. Whatever that means. As he finished the 25 additional miles into our Winslow RV Park, it was starting to get dusk. Time to be done.

I passed an interesting sign today which reminded me of some other funny signs I had seen. The problem with funny signs is that by the time I read them it’s too late to take a picture. The one today was a street called “Buckets of Blood”. Yuk. How would you like to put that on your Christmas card return stickers? The other one was a sign that said, “Rough Road Ahead” followed shortly by another that said, “this road will not be cleaned or patrolled after a storm.” You’re on your own. Take your own risks. A few days (or was it a few weeks) ago I saw a sign at the edge of a small town that said, “Hitchhikers may be escaped convicts”. Oh, by the way. Just to let you know. No “Warning!” or “Call 911” or “Hide your wives. Hide your kids!”

Tonight we are staying at Take It Easy RV Park just outside of Winslow. It’s fine. With the windows open we are able to hear the sweet sounds of the interstate. And see the pretty lights on the trucks. Look for the positive, right? And hey. We can still take it easy… Oh my gosh! I just got that! Take it easy. Like the song. About standing on the corner. In Winslow, Arizona.