What Has Happened to Truth?

A recent blog by Timothy Egan of the New York Times (http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/category/timothy-egan/) asked serious questions about why so many people in our country are choosing to believe lies about President Obama, particularly that he is a Muslim, and that he is not a citizen. He lays a considerable amount of the blame at the feet of certain media personalities and institutions.

It certainly appears to be true that some media figures regularly engage in deliberate deception, and that many members of the public are believing them. Perhaps more disturbing, however, is that the political figures who stand to benefit from these lies are, for the most part, refusing to repudiate them. They seem quite willing to stand silent or, in some cases, encourage and even repeat the falsehoods. By doing so, they are forfeiting any claim to character and honor that they otherwise may have had.

This lack of truthfulness by politicians is certainly not limited to members of any political party. Just look at virtually any political campaign and watch for all the ways that candidates and their campaigns seek to hide their opinions and positions in vague generalities, and how they bend over backwards to distort the positions and records of their opponents.

Soon after his inauguration, President Obama had a one-on-one interview with Matt Lauer. Matt asked him if he could see his Blackberry, which President Obama had reportedly been loath to give up. The President said he didn’t have it with him, and just then it rang. He grinned and looked embarrassed. What did he have to gain by this falsehood? Was it just habitual?

What has happened to truth in public discourse? Sometimes it seems like we live in a world in which people will say anything that they think will advance their cause or protect them from harm, without any regard for whether it is really true. The most egregious offenders may be people who make their living in politics, but some media figures seem determined to catch up. Deceptiveness by the media is perhaps more disturbing than when it comes from politicians, because the news media is established for the purpose of providing objective information to the public. When the media is deliberately untruthful, it is being destructive of its principal role in society, and therefore being destructive of itself.

Let’s consider that any effort to be deliberately deceptive is a lie. If you speak, or don’t speak, with the purpose of misleading others, that is lying. Probably the great majority of us learned as children that lying is bad. I hope that the great majority of parents are still teaching their children that. But what do children observe in their parents, and what do we observe in the world around us?

Do you remember the world before “spin” meant providing an interpretation of a speech or an event that was intended to mislead the public? If you think about it, the word “spin” is itself a lie, because it is a seemingly benign term for a pernicious activity. Political spin is now an accepted activity, and the media report it faithfully.

I’m not a person who requires answering all questions truthfully, in all times and places. It’s not infrequent that I will tell someone that I am choosing not to answer a question. Often that’s because answering the question would betray an expressed or implied confidence. Saying that we are declining to answer a question is not being deceptive. But I think we need to consider that when we are deliberately untruthful to another person, we are disrupting and destroying our relationship with that person, because that relationship now has dishonesty as part of its basis. Fundamentally, when we are untruthful, we are diminishing ourselves. Our honor has suffered, and we are also separating ourselves from the truth of the world around us.
I don’t believe that there ever was a world where truth-telling was rigorously honored and practiced, but I do think that it has suffered dramatically in my lifetime. Can the world be put on a track toward restoring truthfulness in private and public discourse? I think so, if 1) more of us accept it as important and practice it in our own lives, and 2) more of us call attention to untruthfulness by others, most especially if we would stand to benefit by the lies. Unless we move in this direction, we are all condemned to live in a world where we cannot trust anyone around us, and where we fundamentally cannot respect ourselves. That is a miserable existence, indeed.

A Recap

As time passes for all of us, it will be easy to forget what the trip really was. It may become just “a coast-to-coast bike ride,” rather than the reality of pedaling ourselves on our bicycles across every foot of this expansive continent. So here’s a recap, state by state.

California
Across San Francisco in a rare May rain, from breakers to bay

Up, up, and up the very step Oakland hills and through East Bay hills and valleys – an early test of legs

Across the Central Valley and up into the Sierra foothills

Up, up, and up the Sierra Nevada, cresting over 8,000 feet three times, then plunging for miles down into

Nevada
Through ranch and farm country, Carson City and Fallon, then into the desert and over more than a dozen mountain ranges, all with long and broad valleys between, often lush with grasses and wildflowers, others with sagebrush

Utah
A 97-mile day of desert, then ag and pasture and a mountain range

Across metropolitan Salt Lake City

Wind and hail

More mountain ranges, desperately cold and wet in the rain and snow

Beautiful ag land along a large lake, and across a corner of

Idaho
More rich farm and ranch land, up and over a mountain range and into

Wyoming
Ag land, then the gorgeous Snake River canyon (where we rendezvoused with Ralph Hughes and his arents) and into Jackson Hole

Past the awe-inspiring Grand Tetons

Yellowstone, with rain, hail, snow, ice, elk, bison, climbs, the Continental Divide, spectacular mountains and valleys. The ride over Dunraven pass and through the Lamar Valley was one of my favorite days of the trip.

Montana
The Beartooth Highway up to almost 11,000 feet, then plunging down to Red Lodge – another tough and spectacular day

A near miss (2 miles) by a tornado while we holed up in our campground in Billings

Several days of the Great Plains, never flat, and at first interspersed with ranges of foothills

North Dakota
Six more days of the Great Plains, with winds every day up to 30 mph – never at our back – some of our toughest prolonged riding of the trip

Far more lakes and ponds than I would have dreamed, tucked into every large and small valley in the very green rolling plains

Minnesota
One day of the Great Plains, then into the North Woods for three days, with numerous lakes, evoking lots of childhood memories of Michigan and Wisconsin

Lake Itasca, the source of the Mississippi

Wisconsin
More days of woods and lakes, including a layover day with my brother at Teal Lake, a favorite childhood haunt

Michigan
More days of woods, some farm land, with Lake Michigan making increasingly frequent and prolonged appearances

A layover day in St. Ignace, my boyhood home, including a newspaper interview

Crossing the high International Bridge

Ontario
Have I mentioned woods and lakes, with some ag land? Eight more rolling days of it, including Algonquin Provincial Park

Highway 17 was hands down the least safe road for bicycling we encountered in over 4,000 miles of riding – terribly narrow shoulders and lots of big trucks

Two days in the rich Ottawa and St. Lawrence Valleys – prosperous farms and many pretty small towns

Quebec
Suburban Montreal, then farmland and rolling woods and lakes for two more days

Working on my French

Vermont
A whole ten minutes of it, through Canaan and across the Connecticut River and into

New Hampshire
The Appalachians got serious, with several steep and fairly prolonged climbs for a couple of days, including over Dixville Notch

Joined by my other brother and his family for our last two days

Maine
Rolling woods, farms, and small towns, leading to Portland and the beautiful Atlantic

A wonderful reception at the finish, followed by lobster on the wharf

There is far more that I could say about each state, but these are the main images that will stay with me. Along the way we learned that 70-mile days are pretty routine, 80+ mile days can be strung together, riding in the rain can be OK as long as it’s warm, and that friendships can be cemented and community formed and celebrated while we’re living for a purpose.

What’s next? Hard to say. Kathy and I will be staying in Michigan for a week , then returning to California for perhaps a month before moving to Michigan. Rich and Cindy and Ginger stopped here in Paw Paw last night and now are driving their new truck back to California, via some family visiting in Nebraska. For now, however, this should be the final chapter of this blog. Thanks for reading!

Reflections, Part 2

Here are some more things I’m thinking about, two days after finishing.

I didn’t have a specific cause that I was raising funds for, which left me feeling a bit self-indulgent – like I was doing the ride just for me. So I sort of adopted the Ride Against Hunger that Rich was doing, and that helped. So please, if you haven’t already, donate to the food banks that Rich is supporting, or to a food bank in your local area, and let Rich know at richowlman@gmail.com.

I do know that even if it was self-indulgent, it was definitely a journey of self-discovery, and that’s good.

Whether it was self-indulgence, self-discovery, or raising money for a cause, I am very aware that we were able to do this ride because we live a life of privilege. How else could we have afforded to take ten weeks to do this? It’s one more way that our lives are so different from the lives of the people who desperately need the food banks that Rich is supporting.

I do know that our ride was very inspiring to a lot of people, and that’s good. Wherever we went, people would learn that two guys in their mid-60s were doing this, and they would get a light in their eyes and see possibilities.

Tomorrow (or within the next day or so, depending on connectivity), some final thoughts.

Reflections, Part 1

Yesterday in Portland, Maine, Rich Fowler and I completed our coast-to-coast bike trip. It was the moment that had been our goal since we started in San Francisco on May 27. The finish was a wonderful moment of joy and triumph, and a great celebration of friendship and family, but it did not come without mixed feelings. At one point in the immediate aftermath Rich said to me, “Hey buddy, we don’t have to ride tomorrow.” I said, “That’s true, but it’s also true that we don’t get to ride tomorrow.”

I am a counter. Like “The Count” on Sesame Street, I love to count things. It is just something I do, pretty much automatically. So every day I would find myself counting down the miles – “22 miles down, 48 to go,” etc. I often had to distract myself to keep from doing it every mile. I did the same thing with the days – “40 days down, 18 to go.” In this way I always had some focus on the end of the ride, each day and the whole thing. Each day was tiring, of course, but seldom exhausting. The discomfort on my rear end did progress throughout each day, but was certainly within manageable limits, especially with the breaks we took every ten miles. So to a certain extent the daily countdowns prevented me from being “in the moment,” really appreciating what I was doing right then.

So what was I doing “right then?” I was doing several things, all of which added up to a wonderful whole. I was pedaling my marvelous machine, so efficient and so well-fitted to my body, propelling it up and down hills and easily over the flat areas. I was immersed in nature, ranging from dense forests to craggy mountains to lakes and rivers to pasture to cropland, always with birdsong and occasionally with deer, elk, and other animals. I was riding with Rich, almost always trading the lead every mile, often wordlessly. Sometimes not a word was said for miles; at other times we engaged in serious conversation or banter, always getting to know each other better and deepening our friendship. We were constant companions, relying on each other’s help and encouragement, depending on the other’s presence. Finally, we were in the midst of an epic journey, moving daily under our own power across this great continent.

All of those things are now finished, and I will miss them. As much as we have been successful in reaching our goal, it’s very true that we don’t get to do those things anymore.

More reflections to come in future days.

Riding Day 57 - Yes, we made it!

Just a short blog tonight. Rich and I arrived at the Atlantic Ocean today around 1:30 p.m. after riding 74 miles from Hanover. We were greeted by Kathy, Cindy, my brother Bill, his wife Janis, and their children Rachel and Andrew, as well as several other interested and enthusiastic onlookers who were captured by the moment.

The finish was perfectly placed -- we ended the ride on a dedicated bike trail, where it entered a public boat ramp, so we weren't competng with traffic. The last half-mile or so was right along stunning Portland Harbor, with brilliant blue sky and water, and sailboats scudding about. We did the requisite dipping of our wheels in the ocean, hugged and cried a bit, and later all went out for a lobster feast outdoors on a wharf.

It's now late, and there is far too much to feel and think about and process than I can deal with right now. Thanks so much to all of my readers for your interest and support. Stay tuned in the coming days!

Riding Day 56 - Epicness

Just 50 miles today, from Colebrook, New Hampshire, to Hanover, Maine. It was great to have a short day, finished by lunch, but we certainly paid for it on the climbs. There were three of them, each a few miles long, and each with some sections at 6% or steeper. They gave us no real problems, but we were definitely in our lowest gears for some of the time.

Some of the highlights of the ride included:
· The coolest morning we’ve had in quite awhile – just 46 degrees. Definitely a morning for long sleeves, tights, and long gloves.
· Entering Maine, our 13th and final state (plus two provinces)
· Going over the 4,000-mile mark for the whole trip
· Seeing our first sign for Portland
· Riding over the Dixville Notch, with a beautiful lake near the top on the north side, and an initial drop on the south side that was so steep, I couldn’t even see the road until I was at the summit. Dixville Notch is famous for being the first place to cast presidential primary ballots. Voters gather to vote at the stroke of midnight on primary day.

So we set up camp before lunch, and then had a leisurely afternoon of blogging, napping, route planning, etc. Looks like we’re all set for tomorrow!

I realized the other day that I was using the word “epic” in my mind when thinking about this ride. I don’t know if it truly qualifies as epic (Who decides that, anyway?), but it definitely feels that way. When I think about riding 6 days a week for more than 9 weeks, about going more than 4,000 miles, about starting in San Francisco in the rain, riding over the Sierras, across the Nevada ranges and the Rockies, up and over Beartooth Pass, through rain and snow and hail and wind, traversing major parts of 11 states and two provinces, plus minor parts of two more states, it feels pretty epic to me. That’s interesting, because I haven’t done much in my life that I would count as epic. Rather, I have long pursued balance, trying to cultivate many aspects of myself in my activities, but resultantly not having a major focus on any single thing for an extended period of time. This is different. I’m not sure how much epic stuff I’ll do in the future, but I’m enjoying how it feels.

Riding Day 55 - Back in the US of A

A 93 mile day today, our second longest of the trip, took us from Granby, Quebec, to Colebrook, New Hampshire. I was very apprehensive about this day, because it was so long and also involved some of the most sustained climbing since Beartooth Pass. We were pleased to discover that the climbing was nowhere near as daunting as I feared, and another tailwind helped considerably, so we finished before 3:00, tired but still feeling good. It was good to get back to the USA after 12 nights in Canada, although we enjoyed our time there. (Those of us with less French certainly enjoyed Quebec less than the others.) We entered the US in Vermont, but were there only about 10 minutes before moving on to New Hampshire. 14 miles later, mostly riding along the picturesque Connecticut River, we were at our campground. We're in the northern end of the beautiful White Mountains, and our campground enjoys a commanding view to the south and east.

Waiting at the campground were my brother, Bill, his wife, Janis, and their children, Rachel (pictured with Ginger) and Andrew. They have come up from their home outside of Boston in order to be with us for the last couple of days of the ride. It is a wonderful gesture that I really appreciate. When we finish, we now know that someone will be there to help us celebrate!

Riding Day 54 - Certainly Not Boring!

Today saw us go "only" 86 mies from Coteau-du-Lac to Granby, Quebec. The first 55 miles was through the south and east outskirts of Montreal. It was certainly the most urban riding we've done since Salt Lake City, and had many challenges, including wrong turns, committee meetings for navigation, a tunnel, narrow bridges, struggling through conversations in French to get directions, and quite a number of miles on freeways (not the safest thing, but preferable to being repeatedly buzzed by big trucks on surface streets). The last 20 miles were much more rural, and we even got to ride on a very nice bike path for the final 8 miles or so. We are camped in a huge RV park and campground, with over 1,100 spaces.

Being in Quebec is fun, especially since I do possess some rudimentary French. It's like bicycling in Europe, but without the expense of getting overseas. Of course, it did take some effort to get here, now that I think of it.

Some highlights of today's ride included some very nice views of the St. Lawrence River, especially from the bridges (sorry, no photos -- we were in busy traffic), and seeing a freeway exit toward New York! Believe me, after riding all the way from San Francisco, that "New York" sign really lifted our spirits.

I'm realizing that I'm running out of time on this trip to dedicate some space to Kathy and Cindy. What an incredible support crew they have been! It is beyond words how grateful Rich and I are, and how amazed we are, by all they do for us day after day after day. They take care of almost all of the motor home needs every day -- hooking up and unhooking water, electrical ,and waste connections, and putting the stabilizers up and down. They find campgrounds and maneuver the vehicle into campsites, leveling it if necessary with blocks. They plan all our menus, purchase the food, and do most of the cooking of all dinners (Rich and I do the outdoor grilling, but that's about it). They almost always do the laundry. They keep things organized in our tiny home on wheels. They send us off in the mornings and happily greet us at the end of our rides. They meet us on the road for lunch. They search out local foods, which they always creatively include in our menus. When the weather is bad they keep extra close tabs on us, making sure we are OK. I can't tell you how wonderful it is, at the end of a day of biking, to have them and the motor home there to welcome us, with the canvas chairs out for us to collapse into, while they and the bikers share the adventures of the day.

I'm probably forgetting some important functions, which will occur to me after I have posted this, but suffice it to say that it is just amazing to Rich and me that Kathy and Cindy have dedicated their summers to supporting this adventure. I must add that they are both incredibly capable and accomplished people. Kathy is a retired change management consultant. Before that, she was a project manager and systems analyst, and before that she was a music teacher and choir director. Cindy is not at all retired. She has worked many hours this summer as a partner in the marketing and public relations firm of Graves-Fowler and Associates. Kathy and Cindy are also mom and grandmothers, and enjoy regular contact with their children and grandchildren while they are on the road.

I hope, after this trip ends, that Rich and I will find some ways to adequately express our profound thanks. We definitely owe them, big time!

Riding Days 52 & 53 - Nous sommes arrivee en Quebec!

It’s not often that 87 miles can be called easy and fun, but yesterday was. Also beautiful. The first 20 or so miles out of Renfrew were very hilly, but then the Ottawa Valley flattened out and we spent most of the rest of the day with the wind at our backs, traversing beautiful farmland, much of it with old gracious farmhouses, many of them brick. The smallest of towns seem to compete for who can have the biggest churches with the grandest steeples. The ruined church in the photo is St. Raphael, which was built in 1831 and gutted by fire in 1970. We crossed the Madawaska (pictured) and Mississippi Rivers (no, not that Mississippi). The roads didn’t have much in the way of shoulders, but we were on county highways with light traffic, so it didn’t matter. We did have to ride for a couple of miles on Highway 17, which we had shunned last week. Not only was the traffic still heavy, but the narrow shoulder was completely taken up by a rumble strip, forcing us out into the traffic lanes. Interestingly, we spoke with some other bicycle tourists in the Renfrew Campground last night. All of them recognized the horrors of Highway 17, but just shrugged, saying there was no alternative. We’re so glad that we found one!

Today was another 87-mile day -- not quite as easy, but still not too tough, with a tailwind much of the way again. We were finished by 2:00 and are now in the internet room, doing our blogging, e-mail, etc, before dinner. The terrain today was much like yesterday -- rolling farmland with big farmhouses. This part of Canada seems to have retained the small family farms, and they do a good job of marketing their produce locally. Kathy and Cindy are at a loss for where to stop. So many choices, so little time! (See Kathy's blog for more on this.)

We rode into Quebec this afternoon. It's interesting that, whereas in the rest of Canada the highway signs are bilingual, in Quebec they are en francais seulement. Hardly seems fair. We are near Montreal, but we decided to bypass it, on the grounds that navigating through it, either by bicycle or motorhome, would just be too tough.

It’s amazing to us how the summer has disappeared into this trip. Starting at the end of May in San Francisco, and progressing to the end of July here in Canada, we have seen the days lengthen to the solstice, and now start to shorten again. We saw corn in Montana and North Dakota that was just a foot or so tall, and now is over our heads. The wheat in the northern plains was new and green. Here it is golden. Through it all, we continue to be blessed with birdsong and wildflowers, continually changing and continually beautiful. We are very grateful.

Riding Day 51 and Layover - Seasonals

Saturday took us 83 miles from Madawaska to Renfrew, where we are ensconced in a nice KOA (on a lake, of course) for our layover today. The day started with a lot of ups and downs, and then at about 24 miles had a nice long drop into the Ottawa Valley, back into farmland after many days through mostly forests, lakes, and rivers. Near the top of the last hill we came upon a large church, St. Mary's, Our Lady of Czestochowa, Queen of Poland -- the oldest Polish Catholic Church in Canada, founded in 1875 (pictured). We had a light tailwind most of the day, and my legs are pretty well recovered form their weakness on Friday, so it was a good day. Overcast and muggy, but no rain.

Rich and I have been talking periodically throughout the ride about getting a massage, but yesterday we finally did something about it. At our lunch stop I made calls to a couple of massage places in Renfree, but could only leave messages. When we arrived at the KOA about 2:00 we asked if they could refer us somewhere local. They did better than that -- they contacted Joanne, a massage therapist who is a seasonal resident here. So she came over after our swim and Rich and I had massages on the picnic table at our campsite! Pretty amazing, and we were pretty aromatic aferward, given the mentholated "white oil" she used.

We have discovered that a lot of RV parks, especially those on lakes, have a large number of "seasonals." At many places, they represent the great majority of the users, particularly the trailers and 5th-wheels. For these folks, the RV is at the RV park for the whole summer, and is like a summer cottage, but with less expense and upkeep. Many of these RVs stay at the park year-round, but are just occupied in the summer. The retirees often spend their whole summers in them, while the working people come up for weekends and vacations. Many of them are older people, and they are periodically visited by their kids and grandkids, who stay in tents at their sites. You can tell the seasonals at a glance, because the RVs have various external accoutrements. The most common is a deck under the awning, but also included are such things as flowers, lattice skirts around the RV, signs saying things like "The Mulroneys Live Here," etc. One that is near us here in Renfrew even has a brick walkway and a hand-painted mailbox. Most of the seasonals seem to know each other and some places have community activities. They have invariably been friendly to us, providing good information about weather, roads, etc.

Tomorrow it's back in the saddle and on to Kemptville, our last stop in Ontario.

Riding Day 50 - "Will you still need me, will you still feed me...?"

OK, at least the Beatles fans among you know what birthday I'm celebrating today. Our little traveling commune did a fine job of making me feel special, including some nice slices of cake from "the best bakery in northern Ontario." (BTW, if this is northern Ontario, then what's the part north of Lake Superior? Just askin'.)

About half of our 83-mile ride from Huntsville to Madawaska today was straight across Algonquin Provincial Park. Last month we rode through Grand Teton and Yellowstone National Parks, and today we were priviliged to be in another of North America's great parks. In some ways, the landscape was a lot like territory we've been seeing off and on since Minnesota -- thick forests, with lots of lakes, rivers, and marshes. However, the water is much more visible from the road than anywhere we've been so far, and it's really beautiful. There are lots and lots of canoe trails available. Kathy and I are dreaming of a canoe camping trip here sometime after we move to Michigan.

Unfortunately, my legs were exceptionally dead today, almost certainly due to some "intestinal distress" I suffered yesterday afternoon and evening, so I was pretty slow. We didn't arrive in Madawaska until well after 3:00. I did perk up a bit in the afternoon, so better things should be in store for tomorrow. Better weather, too, we hope. Today was intemittently rainy and overcast all day. Pretty hilly, too, especially in the lst 20 miles.

For those of you who are tracking our route, and perhaps planning to connect with us somewhere, here is what the rest of the trip looks like, at least for now:

Sat, 7/24 Madawaska to Renfrew
Sun, 7/25 Layover in Renfrew
Mon, 7/26 Renfrew to Kemptville
Tue, 7/27 Kemptville to Coteau-du-Lac, Quebec
Wed, 7/28 Coteau-du-Lac to Granby
Thu, 7/29 Granby t0 Canaan, NH (previously listed as Pittsburg)
Fri, 7/30 Canaan to Hanover, ME
Sat, 7/31 Hanover to Portland!

This schedule is somewhat ambitious in terms of mileage, so is still subject to change, but it's what we're hoping for.

Riding Day 49 – When is a freeway not a freeway?

Route 11 was an essential part of today’s ride, and portions of it are marked on our highway map as freeway, which generally means no bicycles. However, there seemed to be no alternative, so Rich and I stopped at the corner store in Trout Creek and asked folks if they knew whether bikes were allowed. The response from the store clerk: “The signs say no bicycles, but I see people riding on it all the time.” That seemed to be the consensus of the other folks in the store, so ride it we did, uneventfully, and we saw no signs about bikes. Actually, the freeway sections have been the safest roads for cycling that we’ve ridden in Canada – wide shoulders and lots of room. I kind of hope we get some more!

Continuing our push toward the coast, today’s ride was 86 miles, with more hills than we’ve had the last few days, but nothing too extreme. Tonight we’re in Huntsville, Ontario. The weather was fine today, but showers are predicted for tomorrow, so we’ll see.

Today’s photo was taken this morning of the mist rising from the lake at our beautiful campground in Port Loring.

Riding Day 48 – Down to Single Digits

Nine riding days left! It helps to put that in perspective when I realize that nine days ago we were back in Patricia Lake, Wisconsin, but it still seems like it’s getting close. So far, the new route we put together yesterday afternoon is working out well. Today was 80 miles of good roads and much less traffic than we had yesterday. If you want to check your map, we’re in Port Loring, Ontario, in one of the nicest, prettiest, and friendliest RV parks we’ve had. No internet here, however, so this won’t get posted until tomorrow (Thursday) when Kathy can get to a hot spot. Port Loring is a nice quiet resort area with a number of lakes, and we’re right on one of them. It rained quite a bit last night, and through breakfast, but then not at all during the ride. Then the thunderstorms broke loose after we arrived and could go safely inside the motor home. Can’t ask for better than that!

It’s past time to write about bicycles. I spend some time each day focusing on the chain on Rich’s bike coursing over the rear cogs and through the derailleur, marveling at the simplicity of the system. Did you know that bicycles are the most efficient means of transportation ever developed? They do a fantastic job of converting energy into forward motion. It’s often said that it takes just 35 calories to propel yourself one mile on a bike. Of course, that depends on a lot of variables, including your size, the type of bike, speed, etc, but it’s considerably fewer calories than walking, and a car requires over 1,800 calories per mile.

The basic form of a bicycle hasn’t changed since around 1880. You have wheels, frame, handlebars, pedals, and a chain. The chain is perhaps the most remarkable component, because it performs the efficient transfer of energy from the pedal cranks to the rear wheel. I almost forgot the seat, one of the five places where your body contacts the bike, and an important control point.

Brakes have been added since the 1880s, and they are certainly a handy innovation. The other critical addition for touring cyclists is the very wide range of gearing, which makes it possible for us to conquer high mountains, yet still pedal efficiently on flat ground and even downhill. My bike, for example, in its highest gear, turns the rear wheel more than four times for every revolution of the pedals. In its lowest gear, the rear wheel makes just ¾ of a full turn for every pedal revolution. From low to high, that’s a much wider range than on any car.

All in all, our bikes are remarkably simple and effective machines, and I think that’s one of the reasons we do what we do – we really like to appreciate and enjoy this marriage of person and machine.

Riding Day 47 - Major Changes

As I reported yesterday, Highway 17 was really dangerous to ride on. Last night in our considerations I called to consult with the Ontario Provincial Police, and the officer I spoke with said that he cringes whenever he sees cyclists on that route. I told him I cringed a fair amount myself.

So today Rich and I rode about 23 miles to the outskirts of Sudbury, where the 4 of us holed up in a hotel and spent several hours on our computers, mapping an alternative routing. What we came up with will take us south from Sudbury instead of east, then cut east through Algonquin Provincial Park. We will rejoin our original route southeast of Montreal and re-enter the US in the same place in New England as before, but probably a day later. So it looks like we will finish on the 31st instead of the 30th. We hope and pray for better conditions!

Riding Day 46 – Not Our Favorite

Somehow it never occurred to me that the worst combination of heavy traffic and poor shoulders would be in Canada. The Trans-Canada Highway from Spragge to Sudbury is mostly two-lane, although there are a number of places where there are three lanes, with a passing lane on one side or the other. The paved shoulder is mostly only a foot or so wide, barely wide enough to ride in. The traffic is not continuous, but it is very frequent, and often consists of strings of vehicles. There are lots of heavy trucks. Most people move over to the left when they pass us, if they have the opportunity, but they can’t when there is oncoming traffic, or when they themselves are being overtaken. The result is a high frequency of close shaves. As is true everywhere I’ve been, the logging trucks are the worst offenders.

It all added up to a very stressful day of riding. Fortunately, it was only 63 miles. I think there was some pretty nice scenery, with woods, lakes, rivers, and farms, but we didn’t get to see much of it, because our eyes were glued to the shoulder and our mirrors.

We did have some very nice interactions with local folks. A couple of very hospitable rural neighbors graciously allowed us to eat lunch in their yards when we really needed a stop. One of them even invited us to use the table in her back yard. And a bit later, when we wanted to be sure we had the right side road to get to our campground, a man even volunteered to draw us a map. And it’s always great to hear the local accents and speech patterns,

So we’re camped in a nice rural RV park with lots of trees, a lake, and lots of long-term campers. They advertise wi-fi, but it only works near the office, so I hope this gets posted today. And they recommend boiling their water before drinking, because they didn’t pass their last inspection. Ah well, we’re one day closer to Maine!

BTW, today's photo is of Kate and Tom Stohlman (me on the right) during their visit yesterday. I tried to upload it yesterday, unsuccessfully.

Riding Day 45 - Another Rendezvous

A long day of biking today took us from Echo Bay to Spragge, Ontario. 90 miles is more than Rich and I would like to do, but sometimes circumstances require it. The terrain was pretty easy, with no major climbs; the scenery was fine, with more forested corridors, nice farms, some very small towns, and some nice lakes and rivers, including the north channel of Lake Huron; and passable weather, with lots of sprinkles but nothing to get us too wet.

After we arrived in Spragge the rain started in earnest, forcing an indoor visit from Kate and Tom Stohlman. Kate and Tom are friends of my brother, Bill, and they have been aware of our trip. It turned out that they were travelling to a summer home on St. Joseph's Island, and we determined that we would be crossing paths today. So they stopped in, introduced themselves, and we had a very chat for a half hour or so. Then they made a nice donation to Rich's Ride Against Hunger and went on their way. It's fun to know that this ride has captured folks' imagination!

Layover and Riding Day 44 – Oh Canada!

This won’t be posted for a day or so, because this evening (Saturday) here in Echo Bay, Ontario, Canada, we have no internet coverage. Yesterday we had a very nice layover day in St. Ignace, my hometown. I was reminded of what a beautiful place St. Ignace is, so blessed by its natural environment. It’s no wonder that Father Marquette loved it and wanted to be buried there back in the 1600s.

We visited Tim Harrington, an old friend of mine from childhood, whom I hadn’t seen since the early 60s. I also spoke on the phone with Greg Cheeseman, another former classmate, who just had his second hip replacement and then fractured his femur, so is in a wheelchair for at least several more weeks. One again I was reminded of how blessed we are to be able to do this trip.

Today was another good day of cycling. We rode 52 miles up to Sault Ste. Marie (“the Soo”), Michigan, and then took the International Bridge over to Canada. The bike route up to the Soo is on the Mackinac Trail, which is the former US 2, still maintained as a local highway but replaced as a major route by I-75. Traffic was very light, especially for the first hour or two. We had a significant and increasing crosswind, but it was often mitigated by the thick forest on both sides of the road.

The International Bridge was a thrilling ride. It’s considered a freeway, but it’s only one lane in each direction, and bicycles are allowed. We rode in the traffic lanes along with all of the other vehicles, so there was no opportunity to take pictures as we soared in two successive truss-supported arches over the Soo Locks and the St. Mary’s River.

Then we all (except Kathy) had a laugh as Kathy committed an immigration faux pas. She and Cindy passed us on the way over the bridge, and then while they were waiting in line for the immigration station, Kathy hopped out and ran back to take our picture as Rich and I approached on our bikes. Bad idea. First, Cindy and the motor home got to immigration before Kathy got back. Second, she shouldn’t have exited the vehicle in the first place – it makes it look like it she was trying to sneak into the country. So Rich and I were joking about seeing her in handcuffs, and then at our subsequent picnic lunch we speculated about how the trip would continue if Kathy had gotten deported. I guess she would have had to meet us in Vermont.

Tonight we are parked behind a rather funky B&B just across the marsh (pictured) from George Lake, which is part of the flowage of the St. Mary’s River as it makes its way from Lake Superior into Lake Huron. The B&B is a ramshackle building that seems a throwback to an earlier age. The hosts, Marjorie and her sister, Vicky are very friendly and gracious. One of the building’s quirks is the bathroom, which has two side-by-side toilets, one of pink porcelain and the other of blue. It brings to mind all sorts of interesting images.

Now that we’re in Canada we need to come up with a better description of this trip. We’ve been calling it cross-country, but Marjorie and Vickie wondered if we were going from Vancouver to Halifax. “Transcontinental” is more accurate, but sounds a bit pretentious. Perhaps “coast-to-coast” will work.

Riding Day 43 - Home Town

Today marked a number of milestones, so it’s hard to know where to start. First, we arrived in St. Ignace, where I lived the first 16 years of my life. It’s a city of a little less than 3,000 people, attractively situated around the edge of Moran Bay on Lake Huron. I’ve already had an opportunity to see a bit of the town and revisit some old haunts. This afternoon I even rode my bike up “convent hill,” which was somewhat of a rite of passage for young boys in town. Tomorrow is a layover day, and tonight and tomorrow we’re camped at the Straits State Park, directly across the road from the Straits of Mackinac, with a great view of the Mackinac Straits Bridge (a magnificent structure, not done justice by my photo).

This is the first time I've been in St. Ignace since 1988, and only the second time since my family moved away in 1962. Both times I've visited, I've been struck by the beauty of the setting of this town. I was not enamored of St. Ignace when we moved away, but now I see the beauty that I took for granted back then. It is truly a special place.

Second, we passed the 3,000 mile mark today – only about 1,000 miles to go! If all continues to go according to schedule, we’ll be finishing in Portland two weeks from tomorrow.

Third, we had a newspaper interview today. Yesterday the St. Ignace News (weekly) published a brief article on our trip. Today they photographed and interviewed us, and promise a full article next Wednesday. Check it out at http://www.stignacenews.com/.

Today was a long day, about 90 miles campground to campground, including the visit to the newspaper office. The ride included a number of normally spectacular miles right on the shore of Lake Michigan. Unfortunately, it was raining much of the day, and otherwise heavily overcast, so it wasn’t a beautiful as we had hoped for – and we didn’t stop for a swim, which I had envisioned.

We passed many well-remembered places along the way, and saw many mailboxes and businesses with familiar names. For a major treat, I had a pasty (a Cornish meat pie) for lunch today, purchased at a roadside café. Tomorrow I plan to look up some old friends and look around town some more. Also to get some smoked fish at a local stand. It was standby in the old days, and now that the Great Lakes fisheries have been restored, it's made a comeback.

It is a privilege to be here.

Riding Day 42 – Why Is it Unique?

On the phone with someone today I said that the Upper Peninsula (U.P.) of Michigan is unique, and I was asked what makes it so. This is a land that is very sparsely populated. It’s about 350 miles long, yet the entire population is just over 300,000. Today we are in Manistique, a town of about 3,500 on Highway US 2. Tomorrow we ride to St. Ignace, population about 2,700. St. Ignace is the next sizable town to the east. You’ll see a few other dots on the map, but they are little more than crossroads with a building or two. The U.P. is heavily forested, and hunting and fishing are major activities.

Perhaps more than anything, the U.P. is defined by the Great Lakes, which make it a peninsula. Windswept and cold Lake Superior is on the north, Lake Michigan on the south, and Lake Huron on the southeast. The Straits of Mackinac join Lakes Michigan and Huron, and join the Upper and Lower Peninsulas via the Mackinac Bridge. A vantage point that takes in one or more of the Lakes can be truly stunning.

Today’s 70 mile ride to Manistique was largely uneventful. We had a few views of Lake Michigan, but much better views will come tomorrow. A light but significant headwind for much of the day made it wonderful to have two riders together, so that we could take turns breaking the wind.

If you read the previous entry, you know that residents and/or natives of the U.P. are called Yoopers. Here is the Yooper perspective on creation:

In da beginning dere was nuttin. Den on da first day, God created da U.P. On da second day he created da partridge, da deer, da bear, da fish, and da ducks. On da third day he said, “Let der be Yoopers to roam da Upper Peninsula.” On da fourt’ day God created da udder world down below. On da fift’ day he said, “Let dere be trolls to live in da udder world down below.” On da sixt’ day he created da bridge so da trolls would have a way to get to heaven. On da sevent’ day God saw it was good, so he went huntin’.

Riding Day 41 – Say Ya to da U.P., eh?

(Written on 7/13, but not possible to post because of lack of internet access.)

For those of you who need an explanation, the U.P. is the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. That is where we now are, outside of the city of Escanaba. I am a native of the U.P., having been born in Sault Ste. Marie (“the Soo”) and brought up in St. Ignace until I was 16. Being from the U.P. makes me officially a “Yooper,” although I don’t believe that term was used when I lived here. There are a number of other famous Yoopers, most currently Tom Izzo and Steve Mariucci, both of whom come from Iron Mountain, through which we passed this morning. All of this history makes me feel very much at home here, and listening to the wonderful upper Midwest accent mixed with Canadian has me wondering if I ever sounded like that, and when I got over it.

Other U.P. terminology: If you are a Yooper, you don’t refer to the Lower Peninsula as the L.P. or any other such term. You call it “down below,” as in “I have to go down below tomorrow.” The people who live down below, since they live below the Mackinac Bridge, are called trolls.

I’m sure more U.P. lore will be following in the next few days. In the meantime, we had a fine 75 mile ride today, and we’re staying in an RV park behind a casino west of Escanaba. And not only have we arrived in Michigan, we also entered the Eastern Time Zone, so things are really starting to feel eastern, even though Michigan is solidly a part of the Midwest.

The best news is that Kathy rejoined us today! She drove a rental car all the way here from Paw Paw, and arrived at the Escanaba airport mid-afternoon. It is great to have her back in our little road community. No surprise, she immediately jumped right back in to support team activities. And there is some indication that it may be her turn to drive for the next eight days.

Riding Day 40 – Onward Through Wisconsin

We’re at Lost Lake Campground tonight in the Chequamegon-Nicolet National Forest. This forest is mostly hardwoods – birch, maple, and the first oaks I’ve noticed recently – along with a scattering of evergreens. Also some really cool fungi, per the attached picture. I do love the peacefulness of these NF campgrounds, but the lack of hookups is an inconvenience, especially when we want to use and/or recharge our various electronic gizmos. What would Jim Bridger et al have thought about the ways in which we “camp” nowadays?

The ride today was not overly long – 71 miles – but after 89 miles yesterday our bodies were not full of energy, plus we had a bit of a headwind much of the time, so we were happy to be finished by about 1:30. One of the highlights of the day was flushing a pair of squawking sandhill cranes from the undergrowth at the edge of the forest, almost right next to us. Being so close, we could easily appreciate how huge they are.

We passed through several small towns – Minocqua, Woodruff, St. Germain, and Eagle River, around which there was significant traffic, but once we got into the heart of the National Forest, the cars and trucks diminished greatly. We were left with our thoughts, our bikes, the road, and the often dark forest.

Tomorrow Kathy returns to the expedition! She has been in Paw Paw, Michigan, for a week, helping her dad move into assisted living. By all reports it is a very nice place with excellent staff, but it is still a major and often wrenching transition in so many ways. I’m so proud of her and the help she has given her family. She plans to drive a rental car all the way from Paw Paw to Escanaba, about 460 miles, because to fly there would take longer and cost far more. We wish her safe travels, and we look forward to welcoming her back.

Riding Day 39 - In the Afterglow

Rich and I rode 89 miles today to Patricia Lake, just outside of Minocqua, WI, still basking in recollections of the prior day and a half at Teal Lake. The ride was easy, as 89 mile days go, although we did have a moderate thundershower during lunch -- Cindy was well-placed with the RV to shelter us -- and a downpour during dinner, which included a lightning strike in or very close to the campground.

It's now late, after a couple of hours on MapMyRide.com, planning the next few days. See you tomorrow, if we have web access!

Riding Day 38 and Layover - Tranquility Found

The 86 mile ride from near Superior, Wisconsin, To Teal Lake (20 miles east of Hayward) was like a pilgrimage for me. In 1930 my grandfather built a summer cottage on the lake, and it was a favorite vacation place for my family when I was a young child. I have had the privilege of visiting occasionally in the many years since then. The property has over 800 feet of lakefront, and the cottage sits on a slope above the shore, among the birches and scattered pine trees, so we are relatively isolated even though there are more homes on the lake than there used to be. Blessedly, my brother, Bob, had come up from Chicago a few days earlier to enjoy the lake and to greet us, so the cottage was open for business. Immediately upon arrival we went for a swim, and little pleases me more than swimming in natural water. Then we went out for dinner, joined by my Aunt Fern-Aileen, who was visiting from Massachusetts. After dinner we went took kayaks and the canoe out onto the calm lake. I cruised faily close to a family of loons, and Bob and I stayed out to watch the sunset.

This morning Bob and I kayaked across the bay to visit my cousin, Jim, who has built a house on the lake. Later Bob and Rich and Cindy and I took an outboard tour. We have been seeing loons, eagles, and herons. Bob and I have been talking about the things that have changed since the 1950s, and how much is still the same. Now in the late afternoon we are listening to distant thunder and the otherworldly calls of loons. Today we will be on the road again, but today we are in paradise.

I must also mention Jeremy Rhea, a friend of my cousin, who joined us for the last half of yesterday's ride. It was a pleasure riding with him and getting to know him, and also having him cook for us last night at the Tally Ho restaurant, where he is the chef. If you are visiting Hayward for the Birkebeiner cross-country race, or the Fat Tire mountain bike race, or the World Lumberjack Championships, or just to enjoy one of the many lakes in the vicinity, stop in and see him at the Tally Ho or at the Spider Lake Lodge, where he cooks breakfast.

Riding Day 37 - Our Other Transportation

So, at some point after I kind of invited myself along on this ride, and after Cindy said she was going to drive along in support of the ride, and after Kathy kind of invited herself to go on this road tip with Cindy, I suggested the possibility of acquiring a motor home for the purpose. In that way we would automatically have a ready-made shelter for the night, we wouldn't have to put up and take down tents every day, and we wouldn't be sleeping on the ground for 10 weeks. That made a lot of eyes light up, but it still took some considerable group process before we decided to take the plunge. None of us have had particularly favorable images of RVs -- or RVers -- and motor homes can actually be the bane of touring cyclists, seriously crowding the bikers off the edges of highways. As luck would have it, about that time, a motor home that exactly met our needs became available, so we decided to go for it, though not without some continuing misgivings.

Let me describe this box. It's a Class C motor home, which means it's built on a cutaway van chassis, in this case a Ford E450 with a monster 7.2 liter Diesel engine. It's 25 feet long, 8 feet wide, and about 12 feet tall, which is not large for this sort of thing, but it still seems pretty huge when you're driving it down the street. It technically sleeps 6, when you convert the dinette into a bed, but realistically, 4 is the max. There is one queen size bed up front, over the cab, and another queen size bed on one side of the rear. Cindy and Rich sleep up front, Kathy and I in the back. There is a full bath, a kitchen with a double sink and a 3-burner stove with oven, a microwave, a refrigerator, central heat and air, lots of lighting, lots of ventilation, and a considerable amount of storage both inside and out. There is a solar panel on the roof to help charge the batteries that run things when we're not plugged in and when the generator is not running.

The routine when the motor home arrives at a campsite that has hookups is to level it if necessary with blocks under the wheels, put down the rear stabilizers, hook up the wastewater line to the sewer pipe in the ground, and connect the electricity and water. This can all be accomplished in about 20 minutes, and usually Kathy and Cindy have it all done by the time Rich and I arrive on our bikes. In the morning they reverse the process. If we are at a primitive campground without hookups, we are equipped with a freshwater tank, wastewater holding tanks, and a generator if we need to use the outlets and/or microwave.

To make a long story longer, this vehicle has proven to be a boon. Rich keeps saying how glad he is that we decided to acquire it, and we're all happy as clams to have this home on wheels for 10 weeks. Of course, there is not much floor space, but we have quickly learned the dance steps we need to do in order to get around each other, and "excuse me" and "sorry" are our most common verbalizations, but we really wouldn't have it any ther way. This trip would be a lot less comfortable without this big white box, especially as our bones get older. (Ginger, of course, has a contrary opinion, which she expressed eloquently in a prior edition of Rich's blog.)

To quickly mention the day's ride, it was another smooth day, 74 miles out of Minnesota into Wisconsin. I have to mention that US 2 for at least 40 miles west from Duluth, has by far the best shoulders for biking that we have encountered on this trip -- almost a full lane to ourselves, and in good condition!

BTW, the next couple of days we may be without internet coverage, so this blog might be down until Sunday.

Riding Day 36 - Sights and Sounds and Smells of Home

We awoke this morning to the sound of steady rain on the roof of the RV. It was light, but persistent, and any rain sounds pretty strong on this roof. By the time we had dressed, breakfasted, and packed for the day the rain had abated somewhat, but was still coming down, so we put on our rain gear and headed down the bike path from our campground toward the town of Walker.

By four miles the rain had stopped, and by four miles after that we decided it meant it, so we shed our rain clothes, which by that time were wetter on the inside than they were on the outside, and proceeded eastward down Highway 200. (Interestingly -- or perhaps not -- Montana 200 becomes North Dakota 200, which becomes Minnesota 200, and we've been following it for 12 days.)

The remainder of the day was uneventful and beautiful, in a low-key way, under mostly overcast skies. Almost the entire day was spent in easy undulations, with pretty thick forest on both sides of the road. Occasionally the trees would part and we would get views of a lake, but we knew that there were far more lakes hiding in the woods. From time to time the road would flatten out and then often the forest would open up to immense brushy areas, almost certainly swampy. At the edge of one of these, a sign announced that Hill City Real Estate was offering 80 acres for sale. The sign didn't say how much of it was swampland.

The whole landscape made me feel right at home. Although I've never been in this part of Minnesota, it's very reminiscent of my growing-up years in Michigan's Upper Peninsula and Wisconsin. The sights and sounds and smells are almost all as I remember them. The woods are mixed hardwoods, softwoods, and conifers, with lots of poplar, birches, maples, pines, spruce, balsam, and a few tamarack. There is far less red cedar than I expected. The roadsides are thick with a variety of clovers, dasies, Queen Anne's lace, black-eyed susans, and other flowers whose names I don't know. Milweed and mullen are thriving, as is poison ivy. There is also a fair amount of fireweed, which is not a plant I remember from childhood, but which I'm happy to see because it so dramatic and colorful, and because it reminds me of Alaska.

We haven't seen too many animals, but the bird songs and calls are ever-present, with the scolding of the blue jays and woodpeckers dominating. Unfortunately, we've seen more dead deer than live ones. And once there was a fresh pile of bear scat right in the shoulder of the road.

After 72 miles of riding we crossed the young Mississippi again and rolled into Jacobson. Of the two nearby campgrounds, both primitive, with no RV hookups, we rejected the closer one because of the swarms of black flies. So we are in Hay Lake Campground in the Savanna State Forest. Getting here entailed four miles of dirt roads, so we loaded the bikes onto the rack on the RV and Cindy drove us in. Tomorrow she'll drive us back to pavement, where we'll head for Wisconsin.

Shortly before arriving in Jacobson we passed milepost 190 on Hwy 200. It seems like just yesterday we passed milepost 400 on Hwy 200 in North Dakota. The miles are disappearing beneath our tires, and Maine is getting ever closer.

Riding Day 35 - Into the North Woods

We started the day in flat farmland, but soon made the transition to classic northern Minnesota rolling hills with lakes and woods. It was perfect day of riding, with moderate temps, sunshine, a light breeze at our backs, beautiful scenery, and for the most part, good roads. Highlghts included a quick tour of Itasca State Park, where we saw the headwaters of the Mississippi, and meeting Cindy for lunch at Lake George. Tonight we're in Walker Bay, 76 miles from Mahnomen, and a world apart.

Itasca State Park is both beautiful and interesting. Lake Itasca itself is pretty good sized, and at its northen end it overflows over a narrow rocky area (photo), and there starts the Mississippi! It's certainly worth seeing if you're in the area.

Today was the first full day without Kathy, and I miss her a lot, but I talked to her several times. She and her family are doing well, getting ready for her dad's big move on Thursday.

Riding Day 34 - Hello to Minnesota, Goodbye (for now) to Kathy

A 61 mile day saw us reach our destination in Mahnomen, MN just before noon. Reaching Minnesota feels like a major milestone. So far it's flatter than anything we experienced in North Dakota, with lots of fields of corn and soybeans and several small farm towns with friendly folk, but tomorrow we will defintely be in the "north woods," and the Great Lakes aren't far behind.

Unfortunately, today Kathy left us this morningfor a little over a week, to be with her father and siblings in Michigan. Her father is moving into assisted living this week, and Kathy very much wanted to be there to help everyone with the transition. It was a tough decision for her to leave the bike trip, but Rich and Cindy and I all supported her in it. It will be strange not to have her with us, especially for Cindy, who is now managing the motor home and all the support functions by herself. Predictably, Ginger was quickly promoted to being a front seat passenger! One of Kathy's very important jobs has been arranging for all of our camping locations. Typically for this very responsible woman, last night she made sure all our camping arrangements were made and communicated to the rest of us for the timethat she will be gone. Thaks, Kath!

Riding Day 33 - Some Thoughts on Wind Power

Yesterday took us 84 miles from Glenfield to Hillsboro, our last stop in ND. Unfortunately, we followed a Map My Ride routing that put us on a gravel road for 11 of the last 15 miles, so that was not a fun way to end the day, but it made it doubly good to arrive at camp at the end. Today is a rest day, and tomorrow we move on to Minnesota, which seems like a major step.

We had strong south winds all day again, but we went mostly eastbound, so it could have been much worse. The winds, however, put me in mind of America's, and the world's, energy issues. We have a lot of wind in this country, and the technology now exists to convert wind power to electricity at a cost that is reasonably competitive with coal and natural gas -- and extremely competitive if the environmental costs of fossil fuels are factored in. It's somewhat ironic that parts of ND are now prosperous as a result of the oil boom, and there is also coal mining going on in the state, but no one seems to be exploiting the wind power on a major scale. As plans are developed to try to reduce dependence on fossil fuels, the northern Great Plains, e.g. North Dakota, are seen as a tremendous resource. However, some strong resistance here and in other states has arisen within the local population. A lot of people are saying that wind power may be OK for local use, but they don't want the major deployment of high voltage transmission lines that would be necessary to transmit the power to other parts of the country. That's kind of a head-scratcher for me. I wonder to what extent the coal industry is funding that resistance.

On the lighter side, I thought folks might enjoy the coffee prices at the Finley Cafe in Finley, ND (photo).

Happy Independence Day, everyone!

Riding Day 32 - Have I Mentioned the Wind Lately?

Someone told us the other day that the average wind speed in North Dakota is 20 miles per hour. If that's true, the last few days have mostly been upping the average. Not too much headwind today, but a vicious crosswind that just wore us out. We're hoping for better things tomorrow, our last day in ND. Then things will be much more placid in Minnesota, right?

Speaking of getting close to Minnesota, those of you who are fans of Garrison Keillor won't be surprised to learn that Lutheran Churches and Norwegian names are becoming quite common. Pictured is the James River Lutheran Church, set on a hill above the river, out in the country somewhere between Goodrich and Glenfield. (Or it would be pictured if Blogger was willing to upload my photos this evening. Grrr.)

I've been thinking about my bicycling habits, and how this trip has changed them. I'm pretty amazed. Prior to this year I could count on the fingers of both hands the number of days in which I biked more than 50 miles. My longest ride ever was 75 miles, and that was only because I got lost between Nevada City and Carmichael. A typical riding day for many years was a 40-mile round trip commute to work. I made clear choices not to ride in rain or strong winds. I had never been on a multi-day tour until our 3-day shakedown trip this past April. Now I'm riding an average of 70 miles a day, 6 days a week in all sorts of conditions. A 50-mile day is strangely short - we're finished well before lunch. I don't know what my bicycling habits will look like after this trip is over, but I will certainly have a different perspective.

Riding Day 31 - Getting Gradually Flatter

As we work our way eastward across North Dakota, we're noticing that the terrain is gradually flattening out. It's still not Kansas-flat, but the rollers are lower and less steep than they were just a day or so ago. So today Rich and I rode 80 miles and were still at our destination by 1:30 -- and ready to stop!

We are in Goodrich (another "Rich" town), a tiny community of well-kept homes, gravel streets, and a 1-block downtown of boarded up businesses. They also have a very nice city park where we are camped for just the request of a donation. As has often been the case since Billings, the cottonwoods are prolifically producing seeds that fill the air and get into everything. The building in the photo is directly across the street.

In addition to flattening out, North Dakota is surprising us with the amount of natural lakes, ponds, and wetlands along Hwy 200. It seems like every short descent takes us to another area filled with a stream or a picturesque pond. The cattails are starting to form heads, and the water birds are always present. Today Rich and I biked under a beautiful flight of white pelicans, so low that we could see every detail.

A major crop of this area is rapeseed, from which canola oil is produced. Huge fields of yellow blooms are a frequent sight.

One surprise for me on this trip is that everywhere we have been since San Francisco, we have been accompanied by bird song. It is, of course, impossible to hear them when traveling by car, but on bikes the songs are always with us. Given the extremely varied terrain we have covered, it occurs to me that bird song may be a constant presence everywhere, at least throughout North America. That is, for me, a pretty amazing and cool revelation, as well as a reminder of how much we are usually cut off from our surroundings.

Riding Day 30 - Halfway!

OK, we really don't know exactly what the halfway point is, but we know that the whole ride is pretty close to 4,000 miles, and at the end of today we were at 2,002, so that means that today we celebrate the halfway point. It seems about right, since we're about halfway across North Dakota (in Stanton), and ND is about halfway across the US. It's a good psychological boost. I always celebrate in my head when we reach the halfway point each day. This is a much bigger version of that.

Today we were travelling east in a pretty strong and gusty SSE wind all day, so it wasn't easy, but it was so much better than yesterday that we aren't complaining at all!

Stanton celebrates being the home of Sakakawea (formerly spelled Sacajawea), of Lewis and Clark expedition fame, and we are camped in Sakakawea Park on the Knife River. Rich and I arrived before Kathy and Cindy today, and we quickly plunged into the river for a refreshing swim. It felt great, as the weather was approaching 90 degrees.

No photos today. The internet connection is slow, and it's late. Goodnight!

Riding Day 29 -- Headwinds!

The wind was against us from the moment we rode eastward out of Watford City, ND this morning at 6:45. After about 20 miles we turned south, almost directly into the wind. Headwinds are very tough on cyclists, both physically and psychologically. They have pretty much the same physical efect as hills, but hills are a known quantity, and they end at a defined point. Wind is something you can't see, and it can go on seemingly forever. It just doesn't seem fair!

Because of the wind, we decided to end our ride in Killdeer, after "only" 63 miles, rather than riding the full 84 miles to Halliday. By the time we reached Killdeer the headwind was 21 mph, with gusts up to 31. We'll have to make up the distance somewhere in ND, or we'll fall another day behind. That wouldn't be a tragedy, but we'd like to keep as close to our schedule as we can. I was very grateful today for Rich as well as for Kathy and Cindy. Rich and I traded the lead every mile, as we often do, with the second rider following very closely behind in order to take advantage of the draft. The wind was so strong today that the second rider still felt it, but nowhere near as strongly. Kathy and Cindy checked on us periodically, and they secured a campsite in Killdeer so that we have a place to rest our weary bones tonight. As always, they also fed us a delicious and nutritious dinner.

Something else that made the day tough was pretty heavy traffic, a great deal of it being very large trucks. The traffic keeps us on our toes, and it also prevents us from taking the most advantageous drafting position, usually slightly to one side or the other of the lead rider. The traffic is apparently largely due to the booming oil exploration in western ND. Oil wells and drilling derricks are frequently visible. We talked to the leader of a westbound cycling expedition, and he said tht before the oil boom, these were pretty sleepy roads.

The terrain today was pretty typical of the last several days: rolling prairie, some in crops and some in cattle. There was on plunge of a couple of miles down to the Little Missouri River, followed by a very steep climb back out again. Everything contiues very green.

More winds are predicted for tomorrow, but staring to taper off. Wish us luck!

Riding Day 28 - Welcome to North Dakota

We entered North Dakota at 7:30 a.m. today, soon crossed the wide Yellowstone River, and started making our way across the state. So far, it looks a lot like eastern Montana, except the rolling hills are smaller, and almost all of the land is in crops. Also, the traffic is much heavier, but the roads have had good shoulders, so all is well.

We only had about 45 miles to ride today, to Watford City, so we were here by 11:00, even with the repair of my first flat tire of the trip, and with some light headwinds. Tomorrow we ride over 80 miles, and the headwinds are predicted to be much stronger, so we plan to leave earlier than usual in order to take advantage of the lighter winds in the morning. Fortunately, we heard about some road construction on our planned route, with about 8 miles of very rough road. Unfortunately, our planned detour will require that we ride about 9 miles farther!

Blogger refuses to upload photos from my computer today, so you will have to imagine my incredibly artistic shot of Rich standing by the sign welcoming us to North Dakota.

Layover Day in Sidney, MT

From the moment we arrived in Montana over a week ago, it was clear to us that this is a big state for personal fireworks. The stands are everywhere, and lots of people are getting a jump on the Fourth of July. However, the pictured sign here in Sidney is a bit over the top, don't you think? Our country is rightfully worried about Iran, North Korea, and various terrorist organizations developing nuclear weapons. It turns out that all those folks would need to do would be to come to Montana and see Frank, and they can get what they want at bargain prices!

Last night after checking into our too-expensive hotel, we discovered a nice county park on the Yellowstone River just north of town, so we moved out here this morning and have had a very pleasant day, mosquitoes notwithstanding. It is a bit disconcerting to know that we are heading deeper into mosquito country over the next couple of weeks. Thank goodness for Deet.

Speaking of the county park, we are now in Richland County. Yesterday we passed through the small community of Richey, and in Utah we stayed in Rich County. Needless to say, Rich has been feeling very affirmed by all this, and I have been feeling increasingly neglected -- no places named Joe anything. Then I suddenly felt better when I realized that this whole state is named after Joe Montana, right?

Enough rambling. See you tomorrow, in North Dakota.

Riding Day 27 - What else can I say about eastern Montana?

Circle to Sidney, 75 miles. Thunderstorms predicted, but none materialized, except for the big one in the middle of the night in Circle. Some flat riding, but mostly the same continuous series of ups and downs, culminating in a nice downhill run into Sidney, near the banks of the Yellowstone River. The Yellowstone forms the Montana-North Dakota boundary in these parts. Tonight we're paying too much for a hotel room because the 3 RV parks in town are a) full and b) scuzzy. Tomorrow (a rest day) we'll move to a primitive campsite in a county park north of town.

Rich seems to be getting stronger every day on the bike. I'm not, but I hold my own, except on the climbs.

Right now I'm looking forward to being out of the Great Plains, but I know we still have many more days here. I need to get re-inspired!

Riding Day 26 - The Land of Blue-Green Insulators

So we left Jordan, MT, about 6:50 this morning, and one of the first things we noticed was that the high-voltage electric wires were hanging from blue-green glass insulators, rather than the usual ceramic. With the sun behind them, they glowed quite attractively. That was one of the highlights of our ride, which was otherwise a continuously up and down 68 miles to Circle, which we finished before noon. Highway 200 across southeastern Montana could compete with Hwy 50 in Nevada for "Loneliest Road." There were a few oncoming cars and trucks, but we had just a single eastbound vehicle pass us in the first hour of riding, and perhaps a half dozen in the second hour. The ag activity is gradually shifting from grazing to crops. That's somewhat less interesting, because alfalfa and corn don't scare as easily as cattle. Not that we try to scare the cattle, of course -- they just seem to be quite nervous about us.

We're spending the night in the second successive quite bleak but relatively empty RV "park." Last night Kathy and I were up a little after 1:00 a.m., rescuing our awning from a pretty strong thunderstorm. If that happens tonight, it's Rich and Cindy's turn! Thunderstorms are predicted on and off all day tomorrow. Not the greatest weather for biking across the high plains. I hope Rich and I don't spend any time lying in a ditch, waiting for the lightning to pass.

Riding Day 25 - More High Prairie

76 miles today, from Winnett to Jordan, MT. Another day, another tiny county seat with small stores and friendly folk. We're riding through continually rolling high prairie, with long climbs and descents, most of them pretty gentle, and very little traffic. Almost all of the land is pasture for cattle and some horses, but there are occasional fields of crops, mostly hay or wheat. We kept the pace moderate, and my leg was fine, but we still finished the 76 miles by 1:30 p.m., after a 6:40 a.m. start.

One of today's photos is of Rich standi

ng in front of the entirety of Sand Springs, MT, the only community between Winnett and Jordan. Sand Springs consists of a Post Office, gas station, and a small, poorly provisioned general store. The gas pump has a sign that says, "We can no longer take credit cards. Please note the number of gallons you pump, and we will figure the amount." The friendly store keeper has been there since 1956, and I'm pretty sure some of the merchandise has been there longer. If you stop in, be sure to sign the guest book, and look for our names on 6/24/2010. If there's a table set up with a cribbage board and a deck of cards, be assured that the guy who brings the mail is still playing at lunch with the postal clerk.

Riding Day 24 - The Quadriceps Feels Pretty Good!

The 44 miles today from Roundup to Winnett, MT, went cautiously and easily, given yesterday's pulled muscle. I managed to avoid any twinges at all, we finished the ride in 3 1/2 hours, and we discovered that the easier pace can be more enjoyable. Fortunately, cycling doesn't involve any explosive movements (since we aren't sprinting in the Tour de France). It was a great relief. Thanks for everyone's well wishes, thanks to ice and ibuprofen, and thanks to Rich for leading the way. I wonder how long he'll let me get away with drafting him.

Today's photo exemplifies the high prairie we biked through for much of the day. Notice how the cattle are running away from me? I seem to have that effect on them. So much for my charm and animal magnetism.

Today also marked a major milestone. It was our last day of riding north! Our first 24 days of riding have been about equally split between eastbound and northbound. From now on we are almost exclusively eastbound. That feels very good, like we are really headed for Maine.