NOTE: All km to mile conversions are done in my head and may be inaccurate...deal with it!

October 1rst, 2002 Day 25
Trip = 122.71km(74mi) ATD = 1136km(654mi)

Today was the hardest ride to date. When we checked the map for elevation changes we noticed that we were going to drop 800feet from Lewiston to Roundup. For those of you not up to snuff on elevation changes, I'll let you know...800feet is a large climb (massive actually) but can be rode down in minutes. We learnt that the hard way. Our ride seemed to be 1200feet down (which took about two minutes to accomplish) and 400 feet back up (which took the other six hours).

During the creation of the world, whoever was in charge (stop it...I don't need your theological theories) made a variety of climates and terrains for us to use to our advantage. Humans, having been created with an inexhaustible curiosity, have studied the Earth from core to mountain peak and beyond amazed with it's myriad of temptations and unlimited experiences. Indeed, with so much discovered it is overwhelming to know that we have barely scratched the surface of this lonely planet.

Ian and I consider ourselves one of those who dynamically explore what the world has to offer. Unfortunately, we have not found ourselves inexhaustible. Infact, in today's ride alone, we almost were forced to succumb to the "beautiful scenery". The "breath-taking landscapes" repeatedly challenged our intestinal fortitude causing groans of discontent, shrieks of newfound pain, and cries of frustration. The "undulating valleys" and "heavenly dells and crests that reach for the frickin' sky" while witnessing "fields that act as Bambi's playground" did nothing but constantly test our quivering stamina and fading strength.

Yet through it all, we overcame all obstacles. We reached our goal and realize the reward is worth the trip that we took. It's time for bed...my brain is fried and my muscles are becoming comatose...it is nearing the end of training camp, after all.

October 2nd, 2002 Day 26
Trip = 82.10km(52mi) ATD = 1219km(755mi)

Today we made it to Billings. We had an awesome dinner at Jack's Steak and Seafood. Today's biking was frustrating and slow which basically sucked. Please see "IAN's journals" for more details although he probably doesn't want to talk about it.

Although I am easily confused by human nature (well, in general really), there are certain behaviors that ultimately discombobulate me to an extreme. When we enter into a new city or town, the easiest ways to find our bearings are to A) find an information center (usually closed or nowhere to be found) or B) ask people that work at local establishments. Now, keeping in mind that we are entering a lot of small towns and our most common questions are, "Where can I find a motel?" OR "How far to the next town?", it is a little confusing when I get the answer, "I don't know." I mean really, you live in a town where you know who everyone is and you don't know? You know what the really crazy thing is? I appreciate that answer MORE than the answer of the majority which is a long drawn out explanation that leads me to nothing but a wild goose chase. Do people honestly think they know the answer or are they being the "resident expert" since I'm from out of town or are they trying to be downright comedic? Either way...STOP IT!!! I'm on a frickin' bike. I don't have the time or the energy for this little run-around. Of course, I pretend to know everything so I guess I'm just getting a taste of my own medicine.

I am an adrenaline junkie as aforementioned days ago. I experienced quite rush yesterday on our long ride into Roundup. The day was long and we were forced to ride after sundown(approximately seven). Allow me to mention the obvious to better illustrate a picture of our precarious situation...nightfall in the country is anything but similar to nightfall in the city. Without any artificial lighting but the occassional vehicle passing from behind or hurtling towards you, there is an ominous darkness that seems to tighten its grip. Combine this with the pure silence that seems to creep into every space that you are soon to occupy and it becomes a very foreboding and unforgiving environment. We are not insane and have headlamps and a lot of reflective gear but these things seem to intensify the darkness that surrounds us. Talk about an invigorating rush of adrenaline! Cruising down the highway, not being able to see more than 20feet in the direction of your spotlight, knowing you're gliding uphill or downhill by feel (not sight), animals startled by your passing suddenly and abruptly disturb the brush about five feet away...I'm tellin' you, you're heart would pound! Of course, everything turned out oK my fretting family and once again the experience was worth the challenge!

October 5th, 2002 Day 29
Trip = 116.53km(72mi) ATD = 1348km(836mi)

Today's biking conditions were excellent. The wind was non-existent except when it gave us a slight push up a hill and there weren't many uphills to contend with. Ian set a real decent pace today which means he's continuing to improve. Hopefully we can keep pace with the schedule I have set for the next three months (see Route Map which should be ready in the next week or so).

We're camping for the first time since before Lethbridge. I think I figured out why we havn't camped very often...because it's frickin' freezing!!! Actually, once one is inside their tent it's not so bad. Our sleeping bags are the ultimate in naked comfort...well, actually a kingsize with a fleece duvet huddled by a crackling fire, entangle with my beautiful girl would be more ultimate naked comfort...but I digress, one has to make due with limited resources.

I've started reading the Spanish books we got so I can communicate further on during our trip. It's almost humiliating where you have to start when learning a new language. I mean, you want to skip over the basics that you mostly know but what if you miss something? So, I'm on to Chapter Three and calling "flowers beautiful" and "automobiles big" blah, blah, blah...not to worry, I'll be fluent enough to get us out of some jams in no time. Good night!

October 6th, 2002 Day 30
Trip = 54.44km(34mi) ATD = 1402km(868mi)

Are there any Wyomians out there? Good. Look, it's not like I'm going to try to offend anyone from Wyoming, it's just that we're trying to clear this state ASAP. Again, I'm not trying to offend anyone but due to uncontrollable extenuating circumstances we have cleared half of Wyoming (approximately 257km(135mi)) in one fell swoop or one day in layman's terms.

In the beginning, the day seemed like any other day. We woke up, albeit Ian was on the extra lethargic and lacsidaisical side and we left our campsite at 11:30am, give or take. The hills of Montana continued their increasing difficulty and the wind found it's way into our faces.

We battled, trying to set a pace that would remain steady yet maintain our stamina so that we could make it to our goal...the town of Sheridan, Wyoming. We set one of our worst paces ever and it didn't look like it was going to get any better. I was struggling with every pedal stroke and I couldn't increase my speed for a consistent stretch of road if my life depended on it. I continued to look at my back tire because it looked like it was getting flat but I am not one to blame personal failures to equipment defaults. Ian tried that one earlier, during his snap episode in the Bull Mountains days ago, and his "flat tire" was nothing but "physical fatigue" and a "lack of mental toughness". (Oooooh, Ian's going to looooove that one)

Finally, after climbing a massive foothill, I decided that it was time for us to stop for lunch and to nonchalantly check the pressure of my tire. After ascertaining that it indeed was a serious leak in my tire, I had to begin the process of fixing it. Here is where my ill preparation begins. I was anxious about my first flat tire change/patch but that wasn't even necessary. The valve on my tube had a weird design called an Air-B and our pump didn't have an adaptor that was able to fit the valve. To make a long story short, it's probably a simple procedure but after numerous attempts with the equipment we had available, I couldn't figure it out. It was decided that Ian would ride ahead to Sheridan (approximately 26km(16mi)) and I would start walking my bide down the other side of the aforementioned massive hill. Frustrated at my flat tire, having to walk my bike during my only opportunity ot get over 20km/h(12mph) for the frickin' day, and looking forlornly at the four hour walk ahead, I could see no silver lining, no light at the end of the tunnel, and the sun would not shine on this dog's ass on this day...I couldn't be more wrong.

Not ten minutes later, I see Ian heading back towards me. What? Was he scared to go by himself? Did the straight highway confuse him? He approached me with a smile on his face and informed me that two friendly truckers were stopped in a rest stop ahead and were offering any help they could muster.

After telling me repeatedly that they had never seen a new-fangled contraption such as an Air-B valve in their lives, they offered us a ride to where we could have a bike shop try to solve this mystery. Mark and Russ are BEAUTIES!!! Super-friendly truckers, they were sincerely genuine and proceeded to strap down our bikes and load up our panniers. I rode with Mark and Ian rode with Russ. I was in for my first ride EVER in a super nice rig...YEEEEHAW!

The first (but certainly not the last) memorable thing Mark said to me in a heavy southern drawl (he's from New Mexico) after I was done profusely thanking him was this: "I'm certain that God would want me to live a good life by doing good things on the right path. I wouldn't want to face him otherwise." Are you kidding me? A modern day saint and I'm hitchin' a ride with him...YEEEEEHAW!!!

Mark's rig was suped-up to the max (I think that's how the kids say it). Made to ride like you were floating, the thing Mark was most proud of was his satellite system stereo. This thing sounded like a home stereo - 9 speakers, a subwoofer, all hooked up to a pioneer deck. We flipped through all 170 stations. Man, this stereo pumped...YEEEEEEHAW!!!!

Now here's where we test the faith of our loyal followers (all two of you). We could have taken a ride to Sheridan (Alberta's equivalent would be Devon) but we ran the risk of being stranded 170km(104mi) from a decent bike shop. The nearest city we would have to go to was Casper, Wyoming or back to Billings, Montana. Since Mark and Russ were heading south anyway, we decided to hitch to Casper which just so happened to take two and a half travel days and one rest day and turn them into two and a half hours of a rig-riding dream tour.

I have asked myself if this is cheating or somehow cheapening this trip. I have rationalized it in a few ways...1) Of the many objectives this trip embodies, one of the priorities is to experience the magic of people which Mark and Russ certainly possess...2) Without this ride I would have been stranded, we were put in an emergency situation and there is no loss in character to accept help, there is only stubborn stupidity not to accept it...3) I have just finished reading The Alchemist. It is a well written story, beautifully told with life lessons in abundance. (I enjoyed it although I refute much of it...but that is for another time) One of the points the book made which inspired me the most was, in a nutshell, this: when one chases a dream, a dream that one has much to risk, if one believes in this dream enough and attempts with all one's power to make it a reality, then the world conspires to help make it a reality. The world will test one's will to the extreme but it will also give one the opportunities to succeed. We were tested, as we have been constantly, and the world afforded us an opportunity to overcome.

Another deep and gracious thank you to Mark and Russ...your help was invaluable. I know that your help will be reflected through me to many others and hopefully there will be a snowball effect. God bless...

October 9, 2002 Day 33
Trip = 80.79km(50mi) ATD = 1501km(930mi)

So, we stayed in Casper a little long...as per usual, our celebrations of life occassionally overshadow our original ideals. I believe that we stay in towns a little longer than planned because we do have legitimate business, not just because we are, um, dehydrated. We do have a remedy for this situation...we often stay in towns longer than expected because of our pension to use the limited internet access that is available at the libraries. Due to our annoyance at people hovering over us as our hour expires and the shitty computers that are available, we have decided to pick up a laptop. Well, it was never my decision to make, so I'll say that I'm very happy that Ian has tentatively started looking at possible laptops that we may be able to use. Believe me, we're committed to making this website better.

We ran into quite a predicament while biking today. We had perfect conditions and would have been able to do well over 100km(62mi)...unfortunately, we continued to have problems with flat tires. Just before we were about to leave (11:00am), I found out I had a flat tire...this was before we even rode out of the parking lot. Since we were still in Casper, I walked downtown and got my tire a new tube and got an extra (just incase). Our ride started out solid (at 12:00pm) and we were soon done 30km(19mi) in one hour. We took off for our second stretch, ready and confident. I rode off ahead for about twenty minutes and gained another 10km(6mi). When I looked behind me, Ian was nowhere to be seen. After waiting for about ten minutes for him to appear, I decided that perhaps he had run into some problems and started to backtrack. I saw him about seven kilometers(4mi) back, walking his bike...obviously he had just experienced his first flat tire. This was the first flat tire that we had to fix soully on our own. To make a long story short, we went through three tubes (his back-up, my back-up, and the tube I busted days ago). I finally was able to patch up my original tube so that we could be on our way again. It took us about 2.5 hours to fix the tire so our distance was considerably down.

We must have a banner on our bikes that is invisible to me and reads, "To all of the friendliest and considerate people in the world - we're here to talk to you". Tonight, as we pulled into the Best Western in Douglas, Wyoming, a gentleman approached us and started a friendly conversation. As we started talking about our plans and this gentleman's extensive and diverse background on travelling, he offered to have us join him and his buddy for dinner. Mike, you are a CHAMP!!! Mike and his friend Scott were full of intersting and enlightening conversation. Mike is based in Tampa Bay, Florida right now and hopefully we'll be able to see him near New Year's Eve since that is where we'll most likely be around at that time. He described the east coast to us and was genuinely interested in our trip. AWESOME!!! Hope to see you soon and thanks tons for dinner.

My last point of today is of a repetitive nature. It is, alas, based on my confusion of the mentality of my ever-mental partner. Everyday Ian sets a goal for the day and 95% of the time we never reach it. It's not as though the goals are unattainable but as soon as he mentions it verbally, it is like a looming foreboding omen. It's the Magnus Curse which seems to work hand-in-hand with Murphy's Law.

My goals are much more long range but are geared to meet with people that are already committed to coming and seeing us. The itinerary I planned will keep us moving and at times is difficult but not impossible. Here's the catch...Ian has the wherewithall to appear apathetic to my plans. This is the reaction I get from a guy that wants a "decent beach body" by the time we get to the east coast but doesn't seem to understand that biking may be a fundamental ingredient for this transformation to take place. I should just scrap the biking schedule and attain a prescription to "Excercise in a Bottle". Honestly, am I missing something? I think not.

October 10, 2002 Day 34
Trip = 101.18km(63mi) ATD = 1604km(995mi)

About five kilometers(3mi) into our trip it seemed as though times were going to be tough again. With low pressure in both our back tires to begin with, Ian got a early flat on his front tire. I patched it up (I'm becoming an expert) and we were on our way. Even with less than spectacular back tires, we were able to cruise for the first 45km into a small town called Glendo. After eating a fine lunch of tuna and green beans (mmm, good) we were able to pump our tires to the proper pressure as the wind shifted to a strong cross-wind. This seemed to slow Ian considerably but although he had troubles, we still managed 100km and arrived in Wheatland, Wyoming, safe and sound.

SIDE NOTE: I'm very proud of the two patches I have done so far. They have enabled us to ride without back-up tubes until some are available. I'm not bragging, I'm just really relieved and surprised.

It is a slow process to change your body shape...especially when you're not only changing muscle tone in different parts of your body but also trying to improve cardio-vascular fitness and shed some unneeded lipids. What I'm trying to say is that it took 34 days to whip my fat ass into shape. I have had absolutely no knee pain for three weeks (hence no tensor) and at 100km(62mi) I am still biking strong. I know, today I'm on a little ego trip but to most of you it shouldn't surprise you. I've just started to realize some milestones that have taken a lot of hard work to reach. I hope to exceed many more during the duration of this trip.

October 11, 2002 Day 35
Trip = 61.14km(38mi) ATD = 1665km(1031mi)

So far, in my small world of travel, everyday has been a challenge...today was no exception. Today, we had an early start as we set off at 10:30am It was to start earlier (surprisingly Ian's idea) but as Ian came back from the facilities, after the alarm went off, he tripped over an unidentified object and while in the air was knocked unconcious by an unknown anomoly. He then was sent hurtling towards his bed, where he exemplified flawless technique in a "perfect ten" dive roll and magically landed UNDERNEATH the covers. Now, I did not see this first hand but an hour later when I awoke, it was the only explanation that seemed logical to me. Then again...

Anyways, as I was saying, we were on our way to Cheyenne, Wyoming which was approximately 115km away. We wanted to make it there by 7:00pm because Mike and Scott were going to meet us and drive us up to Denver that night. At first, we were hesitant about accepting the lift but as the hour drew nearer it seemed inevitable that we were not going to decline. The conditions were to worsen extremely as tomorrow's forecast portended.

About 30km into the trip and everything's going well. After 30km(19mi) is where the wind decided to toy with our minds. It started blowing at approximately 50km/h(31mph), sometimes right in our faces and at times crossing our bodies but all the while it still slowed us considerably. At times, it would slow me to less than 8km/h(5mph) (believe me, that's slow) and it was throwing Ian around like a ragdoll (belive me, that was a little amusing).

SIDE NOTE: Dealing with the wind involves a very determined strategy. As with many characteristics of nature, it is inevitable and beyond your control. This does not mean you accept it any easier. Even though you know that the only way to defeat the wind is to pedal until it goes away or until you can use it to your advantage, the wind does not play fairly. The wind gets inside your head and can, with enough vigor, enter your heart. It rips your guts and energy out from your core...this is not an exaggeration. It will empty your spirit if you give it a chance.

After 20km of deplorable conditions, either the direction of the wind or our path changed. It was still fiercely gusting at our sides but now it was also slightly behind us. We were able to cycle at a reasonable pace. After another 10km of decent conditions, an RV pulled ahead of me and stopped. I knew almost immediately that they were going to offer help...I was right. Mr. Joel Bachman greeted me at the rear of the gigantic RV and said that he would gladly give us a ride to Cheyenne. "Well, I don't think we need a ride but my partner might be in rough shape so we better check with him," I replied in earnest. With a ride into Casper from Mark and a ride awaiting us in Cheyenne to go to Denver, I felt that accepting this extremely kind gesture was pushing our luck and frankly, a show of laziness.

As Ian showed up I quickly told him the the Bachman's offer and soon after we were loading our equipment onto the Surf Ride. Ian seemed to disagree with my sentiments although I was not able to explain my point-of-view to him outright. I was disappointed but I was not going to force Ian to "tough it out".

Leona and Joel were wonderful. We talked about our families (they were just up in Washington state visiting Leona's ailing mother) and our homes. Their new RV was immaculate and impressive and I couldn't help wondering if I could be a stowaway for a week or so. Thank you, may your generosity be reflected upon you ten-fold.

We arrived in Cheyenne, had a quick bite to eat, and then awaited the arrival of Mike and Scott. Honest to their word, they arrived and after warm salutations (it's like we're old friends!) we were on our way to Denver. Man, was I excited to see Denver. I miss the action of the big city and after Montana and Wyoming, I was nearly bursting at the seams with anticipation. We drove by Invesco Stadium and the Pepsi Center which may not be a big deal to most of you but if you're any kind of a sports fan, you know how cool it was for me. I could just picture thousands packed into the stadium and hear the waves of deafening cheers. Our hotel is about five blocks away so on Sunday we may try to get tickets or just hang out (well, I will anyway).

Other than that, we haven't seen much of Denver. It looks and feels like a really cool atmosphere (busy but relaxed), definitely somewhere that I plan to bring my dream girl...it would be dazzling.

We had to say our farewells to Scott. I had a fantastic time meeting you. Thank you. Mike is still with us, sharing invaluable stories and showing us the best time imagineable. This trip is worth it if it ended now because of the quality guy Mike is...plus, he and I share a passion for red wine...CHEERS!!!

October 16th, 2002 Day 40

This is our fifth and final day in this, the finest city we have been to so far, Denver, Colorado. Our time here has been spent relatively well as compared to the other cities we have been to. I think that this is due to more events and people to hang at or with but no matter the reason, we have procrastinated our departure date until the guilt has overcome. We must leave and head for our next destination...Kansas City in two weeks (Ian's health permitting). I am very excited because this is our first jaunt straight east and although the weather is still going to be a chilly, we're heading for the east coast which is a humungous deal to me.

Our time spent in Denver was awesome...I really live for the big city. Heavy traffic, tons of people, tall downtowns, the only thing I don't miss is the amount of homeless beggars and vagabonds that constantly plague the streets. Don't get me wrong, I sympathize for their plights, it's just a really helpless feeling when you know you can't help all of them and you don't even know if you can help one.

The first two days were spent checking out the area around the Holiday Inn where we were staying. Mike hooked us up with a sweet room on the 21rst floor where we had a great view of the mountains, Invesco Stadium, and the Pepsi Center. One street away (16th Street) was one of the coolest streets I have seen. Only free buses are allowed to use the street and as I wandered back and forth I saw a lot of cafes and restaurants, a huge outdoor mall (ladies, you would love it, three stories inset in two high rises with nothing but shopping...nice stores too), the Hardrock Cafe, and about 50 Starbucks. Mike took us to dinner at Marleau's on Friday night and Little Italy on Saturday night. Little Italy was amazing with authentic Italian food with portions that were just right for my veracious appetite. I could hardly finish everyone else's food! During the day we just wandered downtown, trying to get in big city mode...I think I adapted quite well, two caramel macchiato's will do that to a person. Other than the huge sporting venues that we saw, the most impressive thing was Union Station. Built on the north end of downtown, it is a massive structure that has a lot of history and houses the railway infrastructure. A lot of the architecture is very impressive including the Denver Public Library and the capitol buildings. Their history and architecture really sets an atmosphere of strength and nostalgia.

Mike snuck away on Sunday morning without letting us thank him for all of his kindness. Not to worry, we'll get him back when we see him in Tampa Bay, Florida. Until then, you're the best, buddy!

With our little run of the high life over, Ian and I prepared to set up camp in a little shadier part of town. Only fifteen minutes walk was the Inn of the Rocky Mountains (a hostel). Excited to meet new people, we decided that this was a perfect opportunity. The hostel we have stayed at for the past two nights (plus tonight) is worked by wonderfully friendly people but it is a little grungy and we haven't met any people in our age group. Nevertheless, we have managed to find things outside a little more to our liking.

Just before we got to Denver I tried to contact an old friend of mine that I played hockey with long ago...as hockey paths go, my hockey career ended rather abruptly after university and my friend's, Steve, happened to flourish. He presently plays for the Colorado Avalanche and when I finally got a hold of him he was gracious enough to hook us up with tickets to a game versus the Bruins. This was definitely a highlight of our trip! It was really cool to see Steve and the game was just that much of a bonus. The next night we went out to this awesome restaurant called the Manhattan Grill. Man, I'm just having the best time with the best people! Anyways, the Avalanche had a road trip the next day so we stopped by Scott Parker's house for just enough time for him and his buddy (Ty) to whip me in phoosball and then it was off to a concert Ian and I had planned for earlier. I know, it ain't easy being me...

I should add in that it hasn't been all fun and games. On Monday I decided to take my bike out for a ride to keep my legs limber. Atrophy will start almost immediately after you take a couple of days off and with my body's stagnant status I was due for some excersise. I rode to one of the local bike shops and was directed to the nearest bike paths that started from about three blocks out of downtown called Cherry Creek. The bike paths are awesome and I followed the South Platte River and tributaries for about 27km(16.5mi) until I decided to head back. I did approximately 56km(35mi) in about two hours. Man, I wish we didn't have all this gear with us, you just don't realize how much it slows you down until you prove it.

Now, where was I? Oh yeah, the concert...so about one block away is an old theater that is the perfect venue for an intimate perspective on a live show. Ian noticed that Better than Ezra was playing on Tuesday night and since he knows how to play a couple of their songs he thought it would be a good idea to check it out. I agreed! They were playing with a band neither of us heard of before, Cowboy Mouth. Well, it turns out that Cowboy Mouth ruled. Their energy was unmatched and the lead singer/drummer was a pure entertainer. To tell you the truth, they outshone Better than Ezra but it was still a really fun concert overall. The only reason I stayed for Better than Ezra was because their drummer had an uncanny resemblance to Bobby E. when he was growing his hair out. No worries, Bob, the ladies were all over him just like they love you. I really miss live music in that sort of scene. The type of energy that is created is electrifying and completely consuming. I look forward to more as we move through the States.

Today has been a day of relaxation...Ian got some things set up on his new laptop and I went for a four hour walk to peruse downtown Denver for the last time. Thanks again to Reiner and Mike. Oh yeah, two of the places I liked to chill by myself and pontificate about the meaning of life was the Netherworld Cafe (Pennsylvania and 13th) and Panera Bakery (mmmm, tasty fresh bread sandwiches). Unfortunately, I didn't find the meaning of life but even if I did, I don't think I would know what to do with the answer.

I keep on talking to my family and friends over phone, e-mail, and MSN Messenger and I want you all to know that it lights up my life and gives me strength. It helps fill my soul up when it begins to feel empty and it lightens my heart when it begins to feel heavy. I will try my hardest to make you proud.

October 17th, 2002 Day 41
Trip = 132.22km (82mi) ATD = 1856km (1152mi)

During my life, I have been given the freedom to choose which religion I could offer my faith to. As of yet, I have not found one that has fully and compassionately fulfilled my ideal of faith or god. In the duration, I have found that agnosticism is the most open of beliefs and I can argue and debate this side of religion until I'm blue in the face. For those of you who don't know (and I apologize to any agnostics if I misrepresent their belief system through my interpretation), agnostics are of the persuasion that "I don't know" is more valid than following a religion just because it is an inherited quality or for a similar ridiculous circumstance. They do not refute the fact that there may be a god nor do they define any one specific religion as being adherently incorrect. You could, perhaps, say that agnotstics choose ignorance but that is an ignorant point-of-view. Blind faith is NOT an ideology to live your whole life by, it is reserved for decisions like testing if the meat's bad in the fridge. Again, I don't want to offend anyone, I know I have a lot of friends that are governed by religion. I don't dispute or deny anyone of their religious beliefs, it's just not for me, alright?

Why am I going on such a tangent to seemingly nowhere? It is because on this trip and today particularly, I may have found god...and my god, for whatever reason, does not think very highly of me. Infact, I think my god hates me. I mean, what other god would put wind constantly in my face and steeper hills in the prairies than the mountains? In the beginning of the day, I ask nice, "Come on, god, you can't make this last ALL day, please don't." In the end, my god, just worsens the conditions and then laughs at me through cow's moos and chilling the earth to unbearable temperatures at night. Hey, wait a minute, never mind! Looks like I'm mad at Mother Nature, not any particular god. WOOPS! Sorry about that, my bad...and to think that I was almost guilty of blasphemy. Phew, that was a close one!

Anyways, tomorrow we'll see how Ian's feeling. I think five days of dormant behavior may have caused some recurring injuries today. Plus, we pushed it hard today to see if we could find a motel but we didn't and ended up camping which usually does not bode well for aching muscles and joints.

SIDE NOTE: Just woke up and it's gorgeous today, thanks Mother Nature, you're the best!

October 18th, 2002 Day 42
Trip = 122km (74.99mi) ATD = 1977km (1228mi)

The contrast of day and night is more than just the moon and sun changing guard. There is a kaleidoscope of sensations that intertwine to create warmth out of darkness, music out of pale light, numbness out of probing rays.

Last night was cold. As I tried to ignore my obvious breath, a quickly dispersing cloud of brief pseudo-warmth, I wondered if my feet would ever have blood flow through them again. I eventually drifted off into an icy dreamworld and groggily woke up to an intensely muggy tent. I have went through a steep temperature change of 20 degrees celsius and without moving an inch, have went from praying for my candle lantern's "accidental" lighting of my sleeping bag to the demise of my sweat glands as they simultaneously explode through every pore of my body.

The temperature drop at night is akin to the temperature rise in the morning. During this season (autumn, for all you scholars) in the midwest, the sunset happens at approximately 6:30pm. As soon as the sun's top slides behind the horizon, the air becomes immediately chilled. Tonight had a palpable difference. It was like a chinook passed through eastern Colorado because the wind that blew warmed us to the core. In addition to this pleasant surprise was the brilliant sky. The stars shone with countless beauty and the moon (nearly full...will be on October 21) lit up the surroundings so that it appeared a blue, black, and white day. Who knew that the most boring scenery during the day could turn so surreal and silver during the night. It was subtle to the point of moving.

Oh yeah, our biking day was really cool, too. Not only have we biked a fair distance in two days (254km(157mi)) but we met more wonderful people today. Last night we camped in Last Chance and woke up realizing that we could go to a cafe called Dairy King right across the highway. I had a tasty patty melt but more importantly, the lady that served us really put a smile on my face with her friendliness. What an awesome way to start off a day!

The next family we met was absolutely amazing. The towns we have been entering have populations of about 30 people. Keeping this in mind, understand the dicey predicament we almost put ourselves in. We biked into Joes, Colorado in hopes that we might find a grocery store because we planned to camp that night. For the second town in a row the food store (always aptly named after the owner) was closed down permanently. We decided to stop at Luna's Family Restaurant for a bite to eat and then roll another 10km(6mi) to find a nice camping spot. We ordered up a couple of sodas and were browsing over the menus when something from the other small towns struck me. "Hey, do you think this place takes credit cards or debits?" "I don't know," came Ian's usual reply. We had enough money for the sodas and were preparing to leave when Andres, after finding out about our situation, told us that Luna is one of the best cooks in the world and that we needn't worry about money. He seemed so adamant about it that it seemed rude to protest. Ian and I gladly accepted their offer and we were not disappointed. The chicken fajitas were finished in about two seconds. God bless you Luna, Andres, and family, your generosity and hopitality will not go unnoticed or unpaid.

Lastly, we decided to bike another 36km(22mi) to the next town to shelter in Idalia, Colorado. We found our room in the Cafe & Motel then headed to Route 36, a local food and drink establishment. Once again, the people were kind and always offering words of encouragement. Thanks again to everyone that show us positive feedback, you drown out the small and annoying negative prattle with your unbelievable kindness and warmth.

October 19th, 2002 Day 43
Trip = 49km(30.38mi) ATD = 2027km(1259mi)

Well, I finally hit another milestone. I reached 2000km today almost exactly at the Colorado/Kansas border. My accumulated trip distance(ATD) is a little skewed from Ian's because I did a little extra riding in Denver but he should hit the 2k mark tomorrow. It feels weird, thinking back. I remember at first, when 1000km seemed like a lifetime away and now I feel I should have another 1000km under my belt in the next two weeks. Watch out!

Today's ride was a little shorter than usual. Ian felt a small strain in his knee as we entered St. Francis, Kansas and instead of pushing it to the point of any further injury we decided to ride another short ride tomorrow instead of taking a day off. The wind continues to be in our face (although it's mostly cross-wind) but as I try to think of a day when the wind was at our back I'm at a loss. I don't think I'm exaggerating when I say that at least 85% of our rides have been into the wind. It's frustrating but I whine too much about it so I'll shut up for now.

Ian and I got into our first true fight tonight. The details are of no import to this journal but it is interesting how we handle the situation individually. Ian is being very cold and calculating right now and I just want it done and in the open. Who's to say who's right? Only time will tell how this dilemna is resolved but it is intense and the trip hangs precariously in the balance. The resolution in the next episode of Days of our Bikes. Perhaps I should take a career in soap operas...

October 20th, 2002 Day 44
Trip = 64km[42.93mi] ATD = 2096km[1302mi]

If anyone cares (which I doubt), my distances are a little larger than the actual distance travelled between cities because they include the rides that I do when I'm in cities like Denver and Calgary. If you want solely the distances that we have actually rode please see Trip Facts. I know it's trivial but I'm a numbers nerd so leave me alone.

Today's ride was short and sweet. We actually had a cross-wind that was slightly behind us so we cruised. We accumulated 64km[42.93mi] in two hours and forty minutes. Believe me, that's pretty decent under most circumstances.

The rides through Kansas are pretty uneventful (unless Ian gets a flat - grand total = seven and counting). The scenery is very monotonous and I am thankful that I have music to keep me company. We made it to Atwood, KS which is in the northwestern corner of the state. It feels like we're in some kind of twilight zone, in the middle of nowhere. Dorothy didn't get swept up by a tornado, she left out of boredom. I wish I could click my heels three times and arrive in Kansas City (still 650km away). This is no knock on the people of Kansas...friendly and god-fearin'.

Well, I am excited to ride for the next few days. Ian and I agree that the more we bike, the faster we get to our next metropolis which, in turn, means we're closer to the east coast. It's supposed to be freezing weather on Wednesday but we've been lucky to this point with temperatures in the high teens (celsius) and no rain. It's supposed to get cold for a couple of days but then nice again. Peace out...

October 21rst, 2002 Day 45
Trip = 45km[28.07mi] ATD = 2141km[1330mi]

Today's trip was very uneventful...again. We had a very short ride due to Ian's intense dislike of the wind. We arrived in Oberlin, KS, had some A&W, and then checked into the Frontier Motel. It's actually quite nice.

The plan for the next few days: ride another short one into Norton, KS, rest for a day because of forecasted snow and wind and then hopefully ride five straight days into Kansas City. I'm going to try to push this issue with Ian because I'm sick of the prairies and I want to get to another state (Missouri). I'm really getting anxious to get to the east coast. I've never been there and I just think that being there will improve my frame of mind drastically. I get really homesick, moody, and stir-crazy being in these small towns with no beach and sun.

Well, nothing much else to say. Lots of thoughts knocking around in this big head of mine but they need refining. Perhaps I will write you a story for tomorrow or the next day...our day off.

By the way, if Ian's calves are huge then I'm going to have to get people to e-mail me words that mean larger than huge. No, wait a minute, I think I'll just make up a word...my calves are humungantuan. Yes, they are humungantuan.

October 22nd, 2002 Day 46
Trip = 57km[35.53mi] ATD = 2231km[1386mi]

I think today may stand out in my mind for quite some time. You see, I'm quite a skeptical person. I don't put much merit in telepathy or near-death experiences and things of that nature. I'm not saying it doesn't exist, I'm saying that there are a lot of freaks that claim telepathic clairvoyance and I don't really have the skills to decipher the frauds from the "real deal". Today, I had my version of a near-death experience.

We started today prepared for tough conditions and low temperatures. The Weather Channel, a staple in our everyday routine, has been all but optimistic for biking conditions in the northwest corner of Kansas state. We had a relatively short ride from Oberlin, KS to Norton, KS planned. This ride turned into a fiasco of massive proportions.

We started in a light mist rain, winds into our face at about 10mph, and the temperature near 2°C(35F). We knew that it was too cold but we were told that it would warm up and because we had slackened our pace since Denver I was of the mind that we "needed" to ride. I would pay the price for my adamant insistence.

For four hours we rode through stinging rain, thunder, lightning, and two barrages of hail. Of our equipment, there are is little that we cannot handle. I was geared from head to toe for these conditions with two exceptions: my hands were covered in fingerless biking gloves and my shoes are not water-proof and conveniently ventilated for hot days. These two pieces of equipment would prove to be instrumental in the pain that would ensue.

The duration of the ride was excruciating. My feet, immediately soaked at the initiation of the ride, were completely frozen and felt like wooden planks at the end of my legs. At times I thought they would snap in half if I put to much pressure on them but this was minor compared to my fingers. My fingers pulsed in and out between burning pain and blinding numbness. I constantly tried to rapidly squeeze my hands into fists and stretch them out but this was to no avail. If I grazed my forearm against anything it would reverberate like stinging nettles to my fingertips. All the pain was internal, nothing could be felt by my fingertips which made switching gears an eventual excercise in futility.

When we arrived in Norton, I wasn't even aware of the pain. My brain had shut off, only stimulating my legs to automatically rotate and repeat, training itself to forget the outside environment. The driving rain pelting off my hood was a constant deafening drone that numbed my mind into a daydream of people that I would see and things I would do on the beach. This world was preferable to my current situation.

When I finally got my violently shivering self (it must of looked like I was having a seizure) unpeeled from my saturated clothing and into a hot shower the pain was raised onto a whole new echelon. I was immediately transported to a time of outdoor rinks and hours of shinny. The burning of my feet and hands were a morbid sensory overload of gut-wrenching itches with no where to be scratched. I call it morbid because while the pain was nearly unbearable, there is a second, lesser feeling that is human nature. I believe that all intense stimuli work this way in the human framework; both pain or pleasure is craved after it is experienced because it makes the individual feel alive, somehow necessary. Ask anyone with a tattoo and you will know this to be true.

The near-death happened when I felt that my fingertips and feet were clinically dead. I didn't see a white light at the end of a dark tunnel nor did I feel like I was floating in a euphoric sea but there was definitely a point of no resistance. At that certain point, it's like you could be dead, like your looking through another pair of eyes, floating above. Trippy, no?

We are stranded in Norton, KS for a couple of days. Even as I write this, the snow is starting to fall in big, fluffy snowflake increments. The Weather Channel forecasts that we may be able to leave on Friday so I hope the ice melts by then. It's frustrating to know that we have travelled 1000miles south of Edmonton only to be caught in a freak snowstorm I was hoping desperately to avoid for a year and a half. The coincidence is so thick you could cut it with a knife. I wonder how I have insulted Mother Nature so deeply. There is a segment on the weather channel that proves that this just isn't right in the general scheme of life. It is called Departure from Average. We are currently in a zone that is -17°C(-30F)as compared to normal in Kansas. This harsh reality is depressing and becoming a constant factor in our lives.

Well, good-bye for now. There's so much to do in Norton and I don't want to waste it in a hotel room. Maybe I'll have a snowball fight with Ian. YEEEEEEHAAAAAW!!!!

October 24th, 2002 Day 48

Well, our time in Norton, KS was not totally wasted. We finally got pictures uploaded onto the website so feel free to check them out. Just click on them to enlarge them or keep the mouse cursor on them to get a description of what the picture contains. We travel tomorrow for hopefully six days in a row. Another cold front is coming!!!

Buenos noches!

October 25th, 2002 Day 49
Trip = 100km[62.33mi] ATD = 2335km[1448mi]

Today's ride to Smith Center was uneventful. The weather is still very chilly 5°C(41F) but there was a distinct lack of precipitation that was refreshing. I am ecstatic that we're travelling again, a warm perspective in the light of our recent circumstances.

I have chosen to refrain from trying to set expectations for the future because the constant disappointment of unreached goals is depressing and leaving my brain a bad-tempered wasteland at times. At night, I will only look to tomorrow's ride although, often, that is even too far ahead. There is little I can do about the weather. Hopefully this and other obstacles can be overcome over time. Regardless, it is my responsibility alone to try to find the positive attitude that I have failed to produce in my mind. I know that this sounds like just a bunch of idle prattle (utter bullshit, maybe) but the truth of the matter is, my failure to instigate the pillars that I have strived to live my life by, friendship, laughter, and love, is a serious flaw that is plaguing me amidst this journey's duration. I am having trouble altering my frame of mind when we only reach half of the goal that was originally set. I have to try to see the positive in the situation instead of being upset that it was an outright failure. This is difficult and frustrating but I should not let it set down on my shoulders with it's undeniable weight. I should explore alternatives that continue to bring this trip to an experience that I will never regret. I know this...now to find the path...

Tomorrow's ride should bring us to Beloit, KS. We start moving southeast which is nice since the straight as an arrow ride east has not been kind or interesting. The forecast? A balmy 11°(52F) with wind in our face. Doesn't that sound awesome! See? The optimism is oozing from me already.

October 26th, 2002 Day 50
Trip = 92km[56.33km] ATD = 2389km[1485mi]

Another solid ride, bringing us closer to a new state. Today's conditions were decent with wind consistently in our face, again. We made it to Beloit, KS with tomorrow's ride forecasted to be very rainy but not as cold as the ride four days prior. I think I may have a challenge from Ian if it is pouring out tomorrow but that is for another day...I could be wrong, he could be really excited, I'm just extrapolating from past experience.

As I have passed through east Colorado and west Kansas, there has been one thought (actually two, but that is for another day) that has kept my legs moving and my heart pounding. When we were in Denver, Ian and I saw a concert featuring Better than Ezra with Cowboy Mouth opening. Cowboy Mouth brought the house down with their unmatched energy and funky beats. I was instantaneously brought back to when I used to frequent the excellent music scene in Minneapolis during my college days. The settings were commonly tightly packed bars or old theaters that were only able to pack 300-400 concert dwellers. Energy is at a premium and it is made obvious by the dynamically electric atmosphere. The people that you meet and dance next to eminate an attractive aura that is both magnetic and contagious. If you are at one of these events you cannot help but sitback in awe as the crowd's celebrating constantly pitches and rolls in never-ending crescendos, every one gaining both volume and momentum. It is truly the closest one can come to a pure spiritual experience. If I were to persuade people to do something in their life, I would not suggest biking across the continent or climbing Mt. Everest or sailing the seven oceans. These endeavors, while fulfilling and adventurous, do not inspire in me a true perspective on the potential of life...too many people cannot relate to it. I am not saying that seeing a live show is the answer to life's questions, I am saying that you are sadly mistaken if you believe that it is not worth it.

Hasta luego, mis amigos!

October 28th, 2002 Day 52
Trip = 93km[58.24mi] ATD = 2483km[1543mi]

Is it ironic or just coincidence that as we stop to take a picture of the "Clay County" sign (my best friend's name is Clay) we notice the only donkey (my best friend is a jackass, as well) in Kansas fenced up directly across the highway? I'm just wondering.

Our stay in Kansas has been all to long and I am challenged everyday to look to the future towards something that pushes me forward. Yes, the east coast and Florida are calling to me longingly but they have been for the duration of the trip. I needed something new to geve me that fresh outlook on this trip. My last journal entry mentioned that I love live shows and so with that in mind, I checked the Dave Matthews Band (my favorite band) tour dates immediately afterwards. I was excited to find that DMB was playing in Atlanta, GA on December 11th. My only worry was to convince Ian that this was a necessity to our journey...I actually didn't think it would be very difficult to convince Ian that it was a once in a lifetime opportunity and an unbelievable experience but our finances have been of a diminishing trend. As per usual, Ian and I decided to throw caution to the wind and we set to work on getting the tickets which is a challenge in itself. A DMB show of about 21,000 will sell out in about 45 minutes. To make a long story short, the final result after a slight spaz session by yours truly, was the successful purchasing of two tickets. I'm so excited I can hardly contain myself. I like the thought of another highlight in our trip already in the making. That means that in November we'll see the mighty Mississippi, in December there's a concert, and in January, if I'm lucky, I'll get to see some of my friends. Things are looking up!

Today's ride felt short and was mostly downhill. The wind is still in our face and there is a cold front headed directly for us. I don't feel as special with this one because it seems to be sweeping across the whole United States of America instead of what seemingly has been the trend...the weather singling us out. From Wednesday to Friday (today is Monday) will be a couple tough rides mixed in with a day of rest (I think). I'm looking forward to this because after tomorrow's ride we will be in a larger city for three consecutive days...either Manhattan, Topeka, or Kansas City. The last city we stayed in was way back in Denver which seems ages ago.

Anyways, hope you're bundled up in Edmonton and Smithers...from what I can tell, I'm complaining about warm weather compared to frigid winds of Canada. I know, my friends in Victoria, Vancouver, and Kelowna, you live in a tropical paradise, blah, blah, blah...

October 29th, 2002 Day 53
Trip = 65km[40.40mi] ATD = 2549km[1584mi]

October 30th, 2002 Day 54

I have had a really good stop in Manhattan, KS. Yesterday's ride was smooth and went off without a hitch and we happened to meet some real nice people in this city, as per usual. I think it is the city atmosphere that re-energizes me. I love the outdoors and all its scenery, fresh air, and inherent freedoms but I also miss the constant interaction with people, the convenience, and the bustling nature of a metropolis. I bought some pants for ten dollars at the GAP just because I hadn't bought anything from a store in three weeks. I know, I'm pampered and the direct offspring of a technologically lethargic society but at times I like to flow with its laziness.

We were eating at Chili's when we met yet another nice guy named Mike (the manager). He was sitting with a couple from the area (Jean and Gary, they fulfilled their promise to sign our guestbook) who were very excited about our travels. It's just awesome to sit and talk with people who have that certain zest for life that is lost in so many others. Anyways, after our chat with Jean and Gary, Mike was kind to offer to take Ian and I to the main drag where all the action was. Aggieville is where all the college students hang out and even on a Wednesday night, Longhorns Bar and Grill was pretty happening. We sat there until last call, just shooting the shit, I had a great time. As with most of the people that we talked to, Mike was very envious of our trip and he added a twist by letting us know that he would work very hard to visit us in Florida. For me personally, this trip is all about my friends visiting wherever they can and I anticipate those moments beyond words. Mike, I hope you get the opportunity to see us.

This stop in Manhattan has been quite an uplifting experience. The guys that are working on our bikes at Pathfinders (Dave, the manager and Jeff, the employee) are super awesome and really knowledgeable and aren't trying to hose us for all we're worth like those goofs in Wyoming. I'm trying to convince Ian to buy me a visor with the words, "Life is Good" on it. My blonde tips look awesome coming through the top...it's just a laugher when you add my goofy grin. Anyways, we're off to Topeka, the capital of Kansas, tomorrow morning. Write to you soon, mis hermanos y mis hermanas.

October 31rst, 2002 Day 55
HAPPY HALLOWE'EN!!!

Well, once again we have been stranded by the dreadful weather that is passing through. Ian and I woke up to a snowstorm and decided that it was best that we rest. It may be a blessing in disguise because although we know our path to St. Louis and then south to Memphis, we are confused as to where to go after that. We know that we have to be in Atlanta on December 10th which puts us in a little bit of a predicament. If we decide to go to the east coast, we may have a shortage in time to go back to Atlanta...on the other hand, if we decide to stay on the west side of Atlanta, we may have to waste time not seeing the things that we want to as we lolligag across Tenessee, northern Mississippi, or Alabama. Yeah, I know, real tough decision, I'm sure we'll be fine. As I said to Ian this morning, "I'd rather waste time in the south than in this shit."

Keeping up with the current events in the States has been fairly easy considering all the hotel T.V. time that is available when you're stranded in a city. The major issues involve the upcoming elections, Bush's dealings with Iraq and his support of the incumbents of aforementioned elections (tons about Walter Mondale vs. Norm Coleman in Minnesota, in addition to the death of Paul Wellstone and the debacle of his memorial), the defense and prosecution of the sniper (John Mohammed) and his 17-year old buddy, and the treatment of 200 Haitians that were caught trying to gain political or economic asylum on the shores of Florida and the weighted laws against said people.

Through all of this sometimes interesting, mostly biased reporting, there was one story that caught my eye and gained my ear. It did not involve murder nor elections but it did involve the most important issue that should be a priority to every Canadian and American that cherishes their personal freedoms. I am, of course, talking about the heated debate of the legalization or decriminalization of marijuana. It is a confusing issue with both sides strongly believing in their platforms. Here is my take on the whole argument:

It is obvious that both sides are not looking at both sides of the coin. It is especially obvious to me that the government and lobbyists of the non-legalization persuasion do not even care what the other side is; the advertisements of "anti-pot" and "America against drugs" are so completely ludicrous and unrealistic that they lean towards the side of reverse psychology (they would make anyone want to smoke to spite such stupidity). It is quite humiliating that the people that make these commercials do not respect the intelligence of the average American and pander, instead, in condescending tones mixed with a definite grasp in conservative ignorance. I would respect their efforts if they outlined the detriments of smoking marijuana in a creative and factual public message. Sadly, the opposite is true.

One of the public announcements has Sally smoking a joint. It then flashes from situation to situation, following the path that the marijuana took to get to Sally. Sally got it from the dealer, who got it from the grower, who is financed by the cartel. Wait, I'm not done my pothead friends, it doesn't matter that you know that you most likely did not get your marijuana from the cartel. The commercial continues by showing the family that the cartel randomly killed. Quickly, a flash back to Sally...just because Sally decided to smoke a joint, a family is dead. End scene. I'm getting worked up just thinking of the audacity that it takes to even think of a commercial like that...the sad part is that a think-tank was probably put together to brainstorm for this ad.

The second commercial that is vividly implanted in my head involves two kids, probably 13 or 14 years old, in a hazy smoke filled room. Before I go any further, I definitely do not advocate the sale or use of drugs to minors...that is not the point of this rant. I digress...the kids were obviously smoking a joint, giggling about nothing, sitting back and enjoying life in Bobby's dad's office. As they're "zoning" out, Bobby stumbles upon a gun while absently rummaging through one his dad's drawers. The kids are instantly intrigued and start inspecting the gun as though it were a toy. Then through the cloudy mind that belongs to Bobby, in his "high" state, he points the gun at his friend, and "accidentally" pulls the trigger. Bobby has just killed his best friend because he smoked a joint. It would be funny if it weren't so bloody outrageous.

This all comes in light of the last politician that was talking about the legalization of marijuana in the United States of America. The news story was covering the progression that Canada was involved in to lessen the penalties for possession of small amounts of pot. The austere American politician (sorry, his name escapes me) was chastising the Canadian government for their lenient approach to the marijuana laws. He went on to mention that what happens in Canadian legislation will influence what America will do, directly or indirectly. He listed reasons such as a financial burden to increasing border patrolling (wasn't that supposed to happen after 9/11?) and the increased use of marijuana amongst the population. Number one, does anyone understand that the laws that are in place right now do not stop anyone that wants to smoke pot from smoking it? Number two, why doesn't America follow suit when we increased the taxes on nicotine and liquor drastically, made restaurants (and all bars, soon) smoke-free, and started strong campaigns against drunk driving. There is a simple reason: their government is hypocritical (just as ours is, don't get me wrong, I'm just making a point), they will continue to be quiet on issues that put money in their pockets until there is a big enough lobby group to threaten their power. No one wants liquor or nicotine to be illegal, that is why it is not an issue.

Thanks for reading...if you agree or disagree or don't give a rat's ass but wish to respond, please feel free to e-mail me at [email protected]. You're all beautiful.

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