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Media visit from ABC World News

Posted in Friends made on the road, The mental challenge on July 1, 2011| 2 Comments »

*This post was written June 30, but I was unable to post until July 1 because of signal availability*

Twin Bridges, MT to Bannack State Park, MT

Rude horn honks: 2

Miles: 54

Total so far: 3,613

Nice background for a video shoot, yes?

We had some special visitors this morning. ABC World News News Correspondent Ron Claiborne, and Associate Producer Bradley Blackburn met us at our camping spot in Twin Bridges to do an interview about the ride, the blog, and what all this means. The intended purpose is for airing on ABC World News sometime in the next two to three weeks.

Sallie negotiates some camera angles

Let me say this right off the bat. These fellows drove up from Denver, and I hope they had another story to cover, because that is a long haul. Regardless, I know they had not had much sleep, but you couldn’t tell – their enthusiasm was remarkable. They were concerned about the time an interview would take and how it may affect the outcome of our day’s journey, so after introductions, Sallie and I started our ride on the bikes down State Route 41 and they shot background footage for about an hour.

Shooting background footage from a rental car

More background shots by Bradley Blackburn of ABC World News

The day couldn’t have been better in terms of weather. The sun was out, there was barely a cloud in the sky, the air was cool, maybe in the mid-sixties. At that point in the ride, the terrain was level as we moved south-west through a green valley dotted with ranches on either side, and bordered in all directions by gorgeous mountains (thank you once again, Montana).

After the background footage, I was interviewed at roadside for about 45 minutes to an hour. The interview was not easy, as it seems two things were going on simultaneously. One: We have been on the road now for over two months, and despite my willingness to try, it’s difficult to suddenly put together my best thoughts for this purpose. My thoughts are still there kind of percolating around all the time, but conclusions haven’t been drawn yet about the effect the ride has had on me or the work we do. Two: One of the effects I have noticed about the ride is that emotions are very close to the surface. We are engaged in an athletic activity that takes enormous amounts of stamina, our diets are not the best, we’ve been dehydrated, exposed to all kinds of weather, and we are sleeping the best we can in tents on the ground in conditions that often require earplugs and eye shades. There were some questions that I tried to answer but my emotions almost overtook me, as they now lie so close to the surface. None of this is a bad thing, it is what it is, after two months on the road.

Negotiations continue about bicycle use

After the interview, a surprise – Mr. Claiborne donned a pair of shorts, a helmet, and some running shoes and asked if he could ride Sallie’s bike. This gave us both a little bit of pause, because these heavy monsters just do not handle like anything the average person has ridden. It turns out Ron Claiborne is anything but average. Along with his irrepressible enthusiasm, he’s apparently logged some serious mileage in Africa on a touring bike loaded with gear.

With my caution of, “The first hundred yards can be dangerous, but after that you’ll be OK”, he took to the bike like a natural. They wanted to an introductory shot with the two of us riding down the highway while he gave some opening remarks for the camera. We managed to do a few takes, a few U-turns on the highway without crashing or causing a traffic tie-up. It was indeed a good morning.

My hat is off to ABC World News for sending such an enthusiastic crew for the interview, and as always, please be kind to us in the editing room!

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Tomorrow’s ride is dedicated to Bronson David Parsons

Bronson David Parsons

Bronson Parsons, from Troy, Montana was walking home with his best friend. He was a half a block from home when he was struck down by a hit-and-run drunk driver. Bronson was 25 years old.

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Markers of the heart

Posted in Living the life, Thoughts on moving forward on June 29, 2011| 1 Comment »

Ennis, MT to Twin Bridges, MT

Miles: 46

Total so far: 3,559

The Madison Range is in the background as we climb up out of the Madison River valley.

We wanted to make it into Dillon, Montana today for a ride of about 73 miles, but the winds kicked up and pinned us down in Twin Bridges. Gusts were up beyond 46 miles per hour, and we were doing well as long as we were north bound, but at Twin Bridges we need to turn south-west, right into the teeth of that wind. The bikes, loaded with the panniers on the front and rear, have the aerodynamics of refrigerator boxes, so we chose to camp at Twin Bridges rather than fight the wind into Dillon.

Twin Bridges, Montana's offer to Trans-Am cyclists

The town of Twin Bridges set up a “Bike Camp” at a rest area, complete with showers, bathroom, a shelter, and sinks, all for the purpose of helping cyclists on the Trans-Am. We pitched our tents and made ourselves at home (we are becoming experts at getting tents up in raging winds).

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Today we went by a roadside marker where someone was killed in a crash. This one was constructed of colorful material and patterns made into a cross. These markers adorn our roads all over the country.

These are important places to us, something that remains difficult to explain to those who have not experienced a sudden traumatic loss. The places where loved ones die are visited for a number of reasons, not the least of which, people are trying to explain the unexplainable. We try to understand that which is impossible to understand, and we look for our answers anywhere we can, including there on the roadside.

Just as we could never pass by the places where our lives changed so dramatically without thinking of the significance of the events, we are also moved to mark these places with personal objects. All over the country, state agencies become concerned with these, and many have standardized the placement of authorized markers. The state agency authorized markers are being created with the best of intentions, but like the marker I saw today, do they represent the true markers of the heart?

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Tomorrow’s ride is dedicated to Andrea Vaughn Rieger

Andrea Vaughn Rieger

Coming home from skiing and enjoying time with friends, Andrea was killed in a collision with a drunk driver. Andrea, from Big Sky, Montana was 28 years old.

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A river runs through it

Posted in Friends made on the road, Living the life, Thoughts on moving forward on June 28, 2011| 2 Comments »

Hebgen Lake Dam, MT to Ennis, MT

Friendly horn taps: 1

Miles: 50

Total so far: 3,513

The Madison River at Earthquake Lake. The mountain to the left sheared off in an earthquake and dammed the river.

We’ve been following the Madison River since Wyoming, and today we followed it all the way into Ennis, Montana. This morning, leaving the Hebgen Lake Dam area, we went downstream on the Madison to Earthquake Lake where in 1959 an earthquake hit the area that measured 7.5 on the Richter scale, dropping a whole side of a mountain into the Madison River Canyon, causing a natural dam of the river. The sudden flooding was massive and many lives were lost.

At about the same time we were adjacent to the lake, we met up with Ryan, from

Ryan, going to Astoria, Oregon also

near Fort Lauderdale, Florida. Ryan is doing the traditional Trans-Am from Virginia to Astoria, Oregon. When we introduced ourselves, he said he’d been hearing of a brother/sister team going from Florida to Oregon. Ryan got to know Julie and her partner David before David abandoned the ride, and he’d been travelling with others that we’ve either met or heard about about over the weeks and months.

A community has formed. Binding us together is the route, whether we are east-bound or west-bound, some of the same goals are lining up as to ending points, pace of riding, riding style, and even splitting the cost of accommodations, be it camping or stopping at hotels. However we are bound, as though moving on a river.

Some of the original groups have splintered as the distances build, the miles accumulate, fatigue sets in and tempers get the best of folks. Still, there remains the binding element of the route. They may not finish together, they may fracture and finish another time, but the goal is to finish. For all of us.

Those whose lives have been affected by the preventable crime of drunk driving are a community also. We are bound together by our worst nightmares coming to life, by poor decisions, and criminal behaviors that have taken something from us. We may not know each of our members, but we have a vehicle to seek common ground. Mothers Against Drunk Driving. The organization is formed from people affected and acts on behalf of those affected by the preventable, criminal acts of others. This is our river. Please consider supporting us.

A closer view of the mountainside that came down forming the lake

Montana. Sallie says it looks like pictures of Switzerland here.

Looking east, away from the Madison River

The Madison River as it goes by Ennis, Montana. The snow run-off has muddied the water some down this low.

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Tomorrow’s ride is dedicated to Jeremiah James Newman

Jeremiah James Newman

Jeremiah Newman, from Heron, Montana was killed in a motor vehicle collision involving a drunk driver. Jeremiah was 28 years old.

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The tourist thing

Posted in Living the life on June 27, 2011| 2 Comments »

Grant Village, Yellowstone National Park (WY) to Hebgen Lake Dam, Montana

Rude horn honks: 3

Continental Divide crossings: 2

Total Divide crossings so far: 8

Miles: 76

Total so far: 3,463

Yellowstone Lake in the morning

We left Yellowstone National Park today and bid goodbye to Wyoming, entering Montana near the town of West Yellowstone. But before we left “the park” as it is referred to, we engaged in the tourist thing, like all the good folks that visit this wonderful national park, we saw buffalo, elk, osprey, and whatever else was to see including a stop at Old Faithful Lodge for lunch and the noontime show of the geyser. This delayed us considerably, but we sacrificed the time to get in what we could.

Old Faithful...it was a little bit late, actually

Oh, yea. I said it would be cold? My tent fly was sheathed in ice, the outside from dew, the inside from condensation. We made breakfast in camp at 20 some degrees.

Our transition out of Wyoming included a stop at West Yellowstone, Montana for groceries and a light snack. We picked back up on the Madison River which we followed out of Wyoming, and circled around north of Hebgen Lake, and then arrived at our stop for the evening just below the dam. The view so far of Montana is post-card perfect. Sallie remarked that it looked like pictures of Switzerland.

We arrived in camp at 6:30, with showers, laundry, and dinner to get prepared and finished before retiring. That makes for a long day, but the scenery was first class all day long.

Yellowstone Lake and remnants of the fires. The new growth is amazing, but young at only 23 years.

Wood carvings by fire - 1988

Firehole River; Jimmy from Cincinatti with a rainbow trout caught on his second cast with nymph

The Madison River (with buffalo in the background)

Buffalo with two young ones...no time for pictures, but I got this one as we were beyond them

...a little better

Best! (these are a little unnerving from a bicycle)

The Madison River with elk bedded down

Bojan Pucelj, from Croatia east bound, Oregon to Virginia.

Leaving Wyoming; leaving Yellowstone; hello Montana!

Hebgen Lake, Montana

Suddenly, the hillsides in Montana are covered with wildflowers. Do they plant this stuff?

Maybe landscape designers have been at work in Montana?

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Tomorrow’s ride will be dedicated to Katharine Mary Byrd

Katharine Mary Byrd

Katharine may Byrd, from Wolf Point, Montana was killed in a motor vehicle collision involving a drunk driver on October 2, 2003. Katharine was 18 years old.

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Into the caldera

Posted in Living the life on June 26, 2011| 3 Comments »

Colter Bay, WY to Grant Village, Yellowstone National Park (WY side)

Rude horn honks: 2 (in Yellowstone)

Continental Divide crossings: 1

Total Divide crossings so far: 6

Miles: 44

Total so far: 3, 387

This morning as we left Colter Bay, the sky was quite overcast, (but it didn't snow)

Yellowstone National Park: We took a short day today because in the last few days, we’ve not set up camp until about 6:30pm, and that’s given us little time other than riding, not to mention cutting into our sleep.

Sallie plies the roads in Yellowstone traffic (note the total lack of a shoulder)

Clothing adjustments in the cool temperatures. Note the 1988 fire recovery going on in the background.

Sallie is finally getting her appetite back and is more capable on the bike. We’ve had some hard pulls considering the winds and the distances, and she’s done well, but hasn’t been 100 percent for several days.

I’m no longer panicking at the sight of rain, but I guess I will always remain a little spooked of weather at altitude (for the record, anything over 1,000 feet will be at altitude for my remaining years, thank you very much). Speaking of which, we are close to 7,000 feet for the night’s camp and it will be cold, lows of 31 to 34 degrees. There is an unusual amount of snow remaining, and temperatures are still on the cool side with highs in the low 60’s. Most of today’s ride was in jackets.

In both Grand Teton National Park, and Yellowstone National Park everything is “Bear Aware” (their slogan for keeping food and other bear attractants locked away). They have food boxes in the campgrounds, but strangely enough, at Grant Village where there are quite a few hikers and bikers (and therefore without cars to safely lock their food away), in the primitive camping area where we are there are only nine boxes for some 34 camp sites. At our particular site, there are six bicyclists. I’m not sure that’s enough food boxes to convince anyone this is a high priority. They told us a grizzly bear has been visiting the camp, but has yet to bother anyone (they probably always say that).

Lewis River Canyon, Yellowstone

We are set for the night, my blog is finishing up, and we are looking forward to what Yellowstone has to show us tomorrow. I may even get some needed sleep!