*cough cough*

Excuse me. Sorry about that.

So after a wonderful week long break in Kansas City we were joined by Caleb’s brother and cousin, Isaac and Taylor. It was a difficult to get back on the road after the break. Our week off the bikes had left of soft, and the prospect of getting  back on was a bit daunting. We left the city with our sights set on Warrensburg where we had a warmshowers host for the night. We wanted to get there quickly, so we could watch the Women’s World Cup final. We managed to make it before the game, even with two consecutive flats. First, I got a flat. We pulled off into a field and I patched it up. We got everything ready to leave, and then Jackson noticed that he had a flat as well. It made for a rough day of riding.


Once we made it to Warrensburg, we found the beautiful home of David and Barbra. They were kind enough to allow us to watch the match while we ate and give us access to their hot tub. The next day of riding started off slow as Taylor noticed his wheel was flat as we were about to embark. Half a hour later, I got another flat! Things were not going well. That afternoon we finally made it to the Katy Trail, an old railroad turned bike path which stretches most of the length of Missouri all the way into St. Louis. Hopefully we wouldn’t get anymore flats! We biked down the path a little ways to Pilot Grove where we camped under a pavilion which protected us from the rain that night.

At this point, I still wasn’t feeling back into the biking groove. We hadn’t settled back into a good routine, and having two more people in the group made things a bit different. The next day started off pretty well. The Katy Trail is a beautiful trail which runs along the Missouri river for most of its length. It felt like we were biking through a tunnel of leaves as we followed the river east. Sadly we did end up getting a flat. That made for five flats in the last three days! We ended our day at Caleb’s aunt’s house in Columbia and order pizza from a local place Taylor knew about. We got their signature pizza which weighed 5 pounds!


When we awoke the next day we were greeted to a steady rainfall. The trail had been getting wet most of the night, so we got really dirty from all the mud and dirt. We sought refuge in a Chipotle for an hour or so while engorging ourselves on burritos. We decided to push on a little farther through the rain to a bike hostel we had heard about. There we meet four other people doing bike tours, all of them by themselves. It was a good night out of the rain and swapping stories with other tourers.


I was nervous about the condition of the trail the next day, after all of that rain, but it turned out to be alright. We ended up biking some on the roads which paralleled the trail, and got back on the trail when they turned away into the hills. Two of the cyclists from the hostel, David and Andrew, were going the same way as us for a bit, so we made a large group. They were both had very little gear and were amazed at how much we were carrying, especially me with the trailer. With their light loads they could averaged a much larger distance per day. They inspired us to try and cut down on what we are carrying, especially for the last part of the trip.

The group had decided to make it all the way to St. Louis that day and stay at Taylor’s house for the night. Caleb, Isaac, and I were going to go 75 miles and get picked up by Taylor’s mom for the last stretch. Jackson and Taylor really wanted to bike all the way into town, so they ended up doing exactly 100 miles to Taylor’s. I knew there was a lot of biking yet to come and didn’t really want to kill myself, and Jackson was adamant on not getting a ride. That night we made the final preparations for the leg to Goshen; however, without Caleb. He had decided to go to Little Eden for a family event with Isaac and Taylor, so it would be all up to Jackson and me.


Lander, Split Rock, Rawlins

According to tradition, this blog post should be prefaced with a heartfelt apology about the long amount of time it has been since we last posted- sorry guys. As far as you all know, we could have perished a long time ago. Well, we haven’t kicked the bucket yet which is only slightly inconvenient in the sense that since we are, in fact, alive, we have a lot of blogging to catch up on.

So we more or less left you guys hanging in Lander, Wyoming, which felt like forever ago when we were going back through the days between now and then. Lander was a really nice town and a breath of fresh air after having been out in “the boonies” for so long. They have this really nice city park that has a bunch of free campsites set up that anyone can use. That night we made our preparations to attempt to get up at 5:30 a.m., a recent trend with which we have a love-hate relationship, We love almost everything about it- getting a lot of biking done early, finishing early, having more time to set up camp and read, etc.. Really the only thing we don’t love about it is the moment when our alarms go off and we all try our hardest to just ignore them and go back to bed. We eventually do roll out of bed which is actually not even usually due to our alarms, it’s because we always drink so darn much water at night. We usually take to communicating in grunts before our morning oatmeal has been consumed. And that’s pretty much how every single morning goes.

Anyways, there are around 125 miles between Rawlins and Lander, with quite literally nothing between the two. So we had to figure out a place to stay somewhere in between. The day before, we had met a woman who worked at the library who told us about a spot that she always camped at between the two that was a good 70+ mile ride. I believe we had our sights set on staying there when we set out in the morning. It ended up not being the most efficient day of riding, however. For starters, it was a mostly uphill battle and we had a slight headwind. One interesting thing is that we have recently begun to cross paths with other riders doing the Transamerica trail heading east to west who left really early. On this day we met up with two groups who we stopped and talked with. The first was a couple from Australia and the second a group of 8 guys who all ended up riding with each other. It’s always nice to talk to people coming the other way because they have just done exactly what you are about to do so you can exchange advice about roads, where to stay, and the like. So while it is useful to talk to other riders, it is also time consuming. So these stops made us feel like we were making even worse time. On top of this, Seth got a flat after we had talked to both groups.

Both groups of riders we passed mentioned that they had stayed in a church in Jeffrey City. One group, I believe it was the Australians, told us that Jeffrey City was this strange old uranium mining town that had gone from a few thousand people to around 50 people in a short span of time. So, due to our feeling tired from the headwind and also since we had made so many stops, we decided to stay in Jeffrey City, Oh, and they mentioned that there were showers at the church and we hadn’t showered in more than a few days at that point.

A few miles outside of Jeffrey City Caleb and I stopped to relieve ourselves quickly. As Caleb and I dismounted our trusty steeds we were immediately swarmed in a cloud of mosquitoes. At first I saw a few and thought to myself that this would have to be quick. Within the next few seconds those few mosquitoes called in the entire horde to feast on their new-found prey, and my legs were absolutely covered in mosquitoes. So I had to wrap things up a little too quickly while smacking myself all over which was consequently a little messy. I got on my bike and pushed off only to discover that my earbuds had gotten themselves conveniently trapped in my brake pads (don’t ask me how), and that the mosquitoes weren’t going to let me get away so easily. So I was simultaneously trying to fend off an entire horde of mosquitoes while also trying to wriggle my earbuds free. I was, needless to say, quite furious. When they were finally free I got back on my bike and pedaled as fast as I could.

It became clear that our mosquito adventures had not come to a close, however, when we rolled into Jeffrey City. Any time we slowed down enough for mosquitoes to catch up with us, we were swarmed again. So when we got to Jeffrey City we headed straight for the church that we were told would host us. This was off the highway on a dirt road, so we struggled to keep up a pace that would keep the mosquitoes at bay. We first tried the front door and then the back, which were of course locked. Well, we weren’t about to be sucked dry by mosquitoes so we headed back into town and went into the first building we could find, a run down old bar. We sat there for a while and contemplated what we should do.

I jokingly suggested we should just try and make it to Rawlins. At that point we were less than pleased with Jeffrey City. The idea caught, however, because anywhere would be better than Jeffrey City at that point. So our adventuresome spirit was aroused and we made preparations for another long haul. We figured we would make it to Rawlins around 9 p.m.. After we set out, however, we were met with a fierce headwind. There is nothing quite like a good strong headwind to crush the adventuresome spirit. So, when we arrived at the camping spot the library lady had told us about earlier, we felt more than obliged to be done for the night.

This camping spot was not supposed to be a camping spot at all, just a point of interest called Split Rock off of the highway. So we had to wait until all the cars were gone to set up camp. That night after dinner the mosquitoes managed to locate us again. It was absolute madness. At one point Caleb was trying to do the dishes and I was just swiging my arms around his head and hands so he wouldn’t be swarmed and he could actually finish the dishes. We literally dove into the tent and were finally able to relax. When we became quiet, we could hear the whiny drone of thousands of frustrated mosquitoes trying to get into the tent.

The next morning we still had quite a few mosquitoes but we got up early again so they weren’t so bad. I was happy to discover when I started to pack up my bike that both of my tires had mysteriously become flat in the middle of the night. I suspect enough mosquitoes tried to get some blood out of them that they became deflated. By this time, however, the mosquitoes had become worse again and so we hurriedly swapped out my tubes while flapping our  arms wildly to fend off the mosquitoes.

That morning I believe we only had 60 miles or so until Rawlins, and we made great time. Throughout this trip we have been wanting to see a good movie, so we had been tracking when Jurassic World would come out. It just so happened that Jurassic World came out that day and since we arrived so early in Rawlins, we decided to see it. We ended up paying to stay at an rv park, but since we hadn’t showered for 6 days or so at this point we were happy to pay. So we showered up and made preparations to go get groceries and see the movie. We also treated ourselves to some Dominoes Pizza!The movie was a thrill to watch and it felt like a rest day even though we had biked 60 miles. It felt great to do something out of the regular routine.

We finally got a chance to use our lights that night as we biked to the campsite from the movie theater. We got back and just collapsed because since the movie got out at 9 it was way past our bedtime. We were all excited because we were so close to Colorado at this point!

Jackson Bush

Battling the Winds of Idaho

We woke up in Arco and went to the story to get some groceries for the day since we hadn’t the night before. We had to make our peanut butter and honey sandwiches for the day before we left town, so we put our stuff down next to the top of a submarine in one of the parks. We left town with high hopes for the day as the sun shown before us. An hour or so in the ride we stopped at a rest stop for a break and to reapply sunscreen. We chatted with some folks and they were all amazed at our trip. We quickly got back on the road and headed out into the prairie. Today there wasn’t much to look at. All the beautiful mountains were behind us and we were surrounded by sage brush. Off in the distance we could see two buttes which were our only landmarks for the day. Quickly, this day became a monotonous struggle for distance ad we encountered a stiff headwind. About the only interesting thing about his part is that we went past the Idaho National Laboratory way out in the middle of nowhere. We struggle and cursed against the wind and prayed for relief. There was none to be found.

We finally made it to Idaho Falls where we had contacted a Warmshowers host for the night. First we looked for a bike shop, so Caleb could get another pair of bike shorts, and I could get my brakes fixed. Oh yeah… I had been riding with no rear brakes since I fixed my flat outside of Boise… The bike shop we found was pretty sweet. They had tons of awesome bikes out front and great workers. A woman helped me fix my bike by showing me that I had put my wheel on crooked which was causing my brakes to rub. Then she also readjusted my brakes because I had fiddled with them and messed up everything. She was super helpful and gave me a bunch of bike mechanic advise that I hopefully won’t have to use again on this trip. After hanging out at the public library for a bit, we headed southeast of town to the Black family residence. Jonathan Black and his family were gracious enough to feed us and let us stay with them for the night. We were Jonathan’s first Warmshowers group because he had just signed up to host. He was planning on using it for his own upcoming trip has he mountain biked along the Continental Divide with some of his friends. We had an amazing night of homemade pizza and chilling in their hot tub as we swapped stories of backpacking and talking about different gear options for our trips. We went to bed with full bellies and clean bodies. What bliss.


Now in Arco we had done some more changing of our route. We tried to figure out how we were going to make it to Yellowstone in the least amount of days possible. Our route just wasn’t coming together the way we wanted it to. The towns in Idaho were not at good distances for us to ride. After looking at what we could even do in Yellowstone, we decided to instead go to Grand Teton National Park and spend our rest day there. GTNP looked much more biker friendly and we could then stay with my Great Aunt and Uncle, Peggy and Glen! So we left Idaho Falls in pursuit of Driggs which was on the western side of the Tetons.

We attempted to trust Google Maps again on how to get there. That was a mistake. We were doing find until we got to the base of a large hill and realized that the road over the hill was dirt. We were not about to do that again. Luckily, a woman in a SUV saw us looking around and pulled over to talk to us. Her family were big bikers and she knew the way we were trying to go was solid dirt for a long time. We decided to make our way north around these hills through Rexburg, ID. Unfortunately this made our 75 mile day into a 90 mile day. We were not pleased. The day was looking great until we got north of Rexburg and started heading east. A large storm front had moved up from the south and was making its way to cut us off. We also had to battle huge cross winds.

Now let me tell you something about the wind. I hate it. Really, the wing ruins of makes worse almost every outdoor activity that I enjoy. Ultimate Frisbee? No way. Volleyball? Nada. Hiking? Worse. Climbing? Nope. Cycling? Get out of town! After so many days of battling the wind in Idaho, I was sick of it!

We continued to push and push through these strong gusts as the day went on. We debated calling it and getting a ride from my family for a while, but it wasn’t until we saw lightning ahead that we made the call. Peggy and Glen were got us in there cars and we loaded up our bikes into their trailer and went by those last couple of miles of the road in the car. Looking at the road we were thankful we had called them because the last couple of miles were all on dirt and up some muddy hills from the rain. Our bikes got a bit muddy from the ride, but I had some fun spraying them off once we got to their house.


Peggy and Glen’s house sits among the base of a small mountain range across the valley from the Tetons. The view from their living room was to die for. I really enjoyed the time we got to spend with them because I usually only see them at my mom’s side family reunions every three years. We just had one last summer and it was the first one where I was more of an “adult”. Now that I’m older I can actually connect with my extended family and build better relationships with them. This chance to spend an evening with them meant a lot to me and made me realize more and more how much I appreciate my family, intimidate and extended.



Baker City or Bust!

We’ve been busy kicking our pace up a notch, so we haven’t updated you all recently. Be thankful we even have a blog! 

We left the Bike Inn Guesthouse in Mt. Vernon last Thursday knowing that we would have a tough day ahead of us. There were three passes between us and the next town, Baker City. Dick left before any of us were awake, but the rest of  us had a slow start to the day. Shane and Chris left a bit before we did, but we caught them in the small town of Prinville, which was at the base of the first pass. The four of us decided to continue on and tackle the first pass. Jackson and I put on some tunes and slowly made our way to the top. Sadly, Greg was having some front tire issues which slowed him and Caleb. Once they got to the top they were pretty tired and Greg was frustrated with his small hand pump. Luckily the one we had could get his tube up to a higher pressure. After restocking our furnaces, we cruised down the mountains and prepared for the second pass. At this point we were a bit low on water, but luckily we had heard at the Bike Inn that there was a pipe with water directly from a natural spring that we could refill at. Once we found it we were delighted at getting cold mountain water. We were a little skeptical of if we had the correct pipe, but a Department of Transportation truck stopped next to us and the driver filled up his own bottle, so we figured it was safe. 

The second pass was thankfully much easier, but by the time we made the summit we were all tired. Thankfully the top was in National Forest, so we just found a dirt road to pull off and camp. Camp was quickly set up and we ate as soon as we could. We were all ready to go to bed. As it got dark and we were all in our sleeping bags I heard a call from the tent. “I’m still hungry!” I realized that I too was hungry, but didn’t really want to get out of my hammock. “I’ll get the summer sausage and cheese if you cut it”, said Jackson. I wasn’t about to miss out on this, so got up and helped Jackson get the food from the bear bag. Later we invented Greg into the tent and we all broke one of the most important rule of camping. No eating in the tent! We didn’t care, and we ate all of our food to go to bed satisfied. 

The next morning we took off relatively early. The final pass was easier than the first two, and we filled up our waters at a welcoming elderly couple’s house  at the bottom. The ride towards Baker City was pretty uneventful. We stopped at a lake for lunch and called a Warmshowers contact in the city. They already had a person staying there, but would welcome us into their home as well. Once we got into town we hung out at the library and used the Internet to plan the next couple of days. Jackson and I figured out that it would be shorter for us to swing through Boise on our way towards Wyoming instead of heading towards Missoula on the Trans Am. Because of our late start and the bike delays we needed to make up some time so we can make it to Kansas City by June 30th for convention. Sadly this means we had to leave Greg. 

We picked up some groceries and headed to Will and Julie’s house, our Warmshowers hosts. When we got there we learned that Dick was the other guest. He had biked all three passes in one day! Will and Julie were wonderful hosts. We had a huge dinner and sat around taking until it got dark. Will used to race time trials and showed us his modest, but impressive, collection of bikes and equipment.  

 In the morning, Julie made us pancakes, eggs, and bacon to fuel us up for our ride. Greg was taking a rest day to hang out with his cousin, so we parted ways in the morning. Thanks for being a great riding companion Greg. We wish you luck on the rest of your ride, and we hope to meet up again!


 (The gang at will and Julie’s minus Dick) 

And On the Seventh Day We Rested

After not really knowing where we’re going to stay, we got in touch with Galen Martin from Eugene Mennonite church. He was kind enough to offer his land for us to pitch our tent and hammock on. We got some much needed showers and did our first load of laundry since we had left the Lehman’s in Albany. We were quite tired, and we’re unable to provide much conversation to our hosts, so we went to bed. We awoke in Eugene to a light drizzle. After a breakfast of toast and eggs, curtesy of Galen’s chickens, we slowly packed up our belongings an headed out into the rain. We again thank the Martin Family for putting us up in such short notice and for making us feel welcome I their home. We hope to see you Kansas City!

This was our first day of biking in a lot of rain. As soon as we started out we knew it was going to be a tough ride. The way I deal with foul weather is by having an attitude of defiance. You can’t stop me rain! Give me the best you’ve got; I’ll not give in! It took a while, but we all came to embrace our sogginess. The rain and busy road took away any chance of communication between us, so we just buckled down and rode. Time seemed to move slowly, but at the same time, it all blurred together. At one point I looked down and saw we had gone 20 miles. What I thought was a little while later I checked again and we had already made it to mile 28.  Once we moved farther into the Cascades, the rain stopped. We still had a lot of traffic because it was the Friday of Memorial Day weekend and everyone was headed out to the mountains. We continued to follow the river further up and kept a good pace on the gradual slope. Jackson and Caleb were hell bound on trying to find a sticker of Oregon to put of theIr bikes, so we stopped at some stores to look for them. No luck yet. At one of our stops we met George of Blue River. George was an avid cyclist and gave us some great tips on our route for the day as well as where we should camp. We ended up taking his advice and camped at Delta campground among some beautiful old growth forest. As we were setting up camp, I saw a cyclist stop outside of our site and look at us. It was George! He was on his evening ride and was looking for us to give us some more info about Mckenzie Pass, our next goal. He was even kind enough to give us a map and some brownies from his home. By the time we got everything set up we were glad the day was over and we were excited about the coming ride which we had heard so much about. We had no idea what we were getting ourselves into.


The day started off like any other. We were slow getting on the road mostly because we hadn’t cleaned our bikes the night before because of the rain. When we started off the sun peaked out and we had high hopes for a sunny ride. The hopes quickly died as we made our way to the start of the pass. What is nice about Mckenzie Pass is that it is closed to cars at this time of the year. We shared it only with other cyclists who had the same idea as us (the only difference is they weren’t lugging up all their gear and where riding much lighter bikes). We started chugging up the mountain enjoying the lack of traffic on the road. All we could see were clouds above us, so we had no idea how far we actually had to go.  We saw many people coming down the pass having started on the other side and got passed by many other riders. On and on we rode and rode, going around many switchbacks and accending into the thick cloud bank above us. We thought we had to be close. We weren’t.

Unless you’ve done similar sorts of rides or endurance sports, I lack the elegance to explain the experience we call, “The Grind”. Few things exist outside of the constant movement and push to keep going. Your body is tired and is screaming for a break, but you just keep going. The worst part for me is when my mind temporarily breaks and thinks, “What if I just stopped?” In those moments I struggle to refocus and coax my throbbing legs into moving. It’s one thing to have a tired body, but  it is a whole new challenge to have a tired spirit. This climb was the first time I had felt my mental fortitude be pushed to its limit on our trip. I dont expect it to be the last time.

We rode on and began to notice a change in our surroundings. We had left the switchbacks behind and made it to the lava fields we had heard about. Sadly we couldn’t see much of the because of the thick fog which engulfed the mountain.  Even though we knew we were missing spectacular views, the fog lent the area a different sort of beauty. It almost seemed like we were on an alien planet. Through these fields we twisted and all of a sudden we saw it. The summit! Four hours and 33 miles later we had climbed the 3000+ feet and made the summit of Mckenzie Pass! Now the fun part was ahead. The part we had been Looking forward to all day. The decent!


(Grandma this next part you can skip) Now all our gear was worth pulling up. We shot down The mountain and flew through the twists and turns of the eastern slopes. With no one else around we. Never had to touch the breaks and averaged a good 30+ mph for the whole way down. It felt like being on a roller coast which we controlled. That added andrenline of a possible crash made the rode that much better. The only bad part was that it ended too soon.

(OK Grandma you can read here again) As we decended there was a palpable difference to the air. The clouds we had been in all day disappeared and a rush of warmer air hit us. As we rode I noticed a vast different in the type of ecosystem we were in. The wet air from the ocean gets blocked by the Cascades, so the eastern side is much drier. The forest and climate are very similar to the forests of Colorado, so I felt much more at home. We cruised into Sisters, OR and found some National Forest just outside the city where we set up camp for the night.  It was a cold night, but the clouds were clear and the stars were beautiful.  The night before we had decided to a full ride and have a rest day after that, but when we woke up our legs said otherwise.

We decided to spend another day in Sisters to recover from the grueling day we had had before. This turned out to be a great idea. When we first rolled into to town we stopped by the local bike shop,  Blazing Saddles. We heard there was a mountain bike race I town the next day, so when we woke up we decided to check it out. It seemed like the whole town had showed up in their bikes and was getting ready to race. We watched all the different divisions start before heading off to lunch at the local Three Creeks Brewery. We enjoyed our burgers and brews very much. From there the gang split up. Caleb and Jackson went on a sticker hunt while I camped out a coffee shop to work on an internship application. Curse my procrastination! We met up later in the afternoon and headed back out into national forest camp again. I write this as I lay in my hammock and darkness descends on the forest and the sound of the nearby creek sings me to sleep. Goodnight.


Flying to Portland

I am blessed with a wonderful family who encourages me to try out new things and do crazy adventures. My uncle Tony was available to give me a ride to the airport in Denver. I always love spending time with him when he is around. As an avid traveler himself, he was excited for my trip. He even considered flying out with me for a moment. His excitement was infectious and made me further pumped to be on my way. On the drive up we talked about philosophy, lying, bad drivers, religion, and past trips. You know, typical Miller Family subjects. I am eternally grateful for the relationship we have, especially since we only get to see each other once or twice a year.   

 As Tony dropped me off at the terminal and I checked in my bags it slowly dawned on me what I was doing. In most of my traveling this sense of it actually happening usually hits between check in and security. It feels good to be in the midst of travel as opposed to that stage of waiting. I always hate that sense of anxiety I have when I’m on the brink of doing something, but it is still a little ways off. I’d much rather just be doing it instead of being in limbo. I know I should enjoy the time I have wherever I am, but it’s hard to do. It’s something to work on I guess. 

Flying into Portland was amazing. Colorado has been rainy for the last couple of days, so the flight was beautiful once we got above the clouds. As I approached Portland, Mt. Hood stood above the clouds as the watchman of the city. As I got closer some of the clouds opened up and I could see the surrounding wilderness. It was as if Erebor stood in front of me and I viewed it from above. 

As the city drew near I could already feel an attachment to it. A big city among the hills with close by mountains and forest? Sign me up. Once I landed and got my bags, I headed out into the city and got to Andrew’s by rail and bus. Once he got home we set out to explore some of the city by bike. I remember seeing a lot of protected bike lanes when I was in London, so being able to finally ride on some in Portland was a check off the list. I love urban cycling because in a downtown area bikes can move about the same speed as cars. I had to remember that it isn’t Camodia, so I actually have to obey traffic laws. Even so, it is easy enough to move through stand still traffic that it makes more sense to move around the city on a bike. 

Caleb was planning on getting into Portland by 11pm , but he said his flight was delayed by an hour. Since he’ll be getting in so late the rail system will be closed. He’ll probably have to take a taxi or something to get to Andrew’s. It’ll be a late night , but everything will proabbaly work out. 

Here’s to a great first day of travel!


The Journey Begins

It’s been a hectic last week or so. Graduation weekend was a frantic balance between school, friends, and family. I think I averaged about 4 hours of sleep a night. The Monday after graduation I packed up my apartment, loaded it in the car, and drove the 19 hours back to Colorado with my parents. Since then I’ve been re-assimilating my things back into my old room (with little success) and putting the final touches on the plans for our trip. I’ve shipped my bike and trailer out to our friend Andrew Glick in Portland and packed the rest of my gear into my bags. I’m thankful for my experiences backpacking and going on SST in Cambodia. They have taught me how to survive without a lot of things, but it is still crazy to think that this will be my life for the next 3 months. Tomorrow I fly out to Portland and begin this long anticipated adventure. I’m trying to stay open and flexible to what we will encounter, but I have little frame of reference for this kind of trip. We’ll just have to see what happens.

“Adventure is out there!”


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Spring is in the air

It’s a beautiful spring day here in Goshen, IN. The campus is alive with people throwing frisbee and lounging outside as they relish the warm rays of the sun. Sadly, as a senior, I can’t enjoy this moment as much as I would like. I realized that I will be leaving this wondrous place in little over two weeks. After spending so much time wishing I could get back to the mountains of my home, it’s days like this that have made me fall in love with this little town in the Midwest.

We met as a group this afternoon to recap some of the things we’ve been working on for the trip. Caleb has been looking into getting a different bike, Jackson has been making sure he’ll be in good shape to bike, and I’ve been looking into some of the last pieces of gear we need. We’ve come along way since the beginning of the semester, but we still have some details to figure out. Caleb and I are also giving a mini presentation at Berkey Avenue Mennonite Church tomorrow about the trip and why we’re raising money for Global Family. It’s been amazing to be a part of that community for the last two years and I’m excited to share my plans with them.