The Much Dreaded Final Post

I have been avoiding this moment for quite some time now. I think I have been home for about a week. And before that, I didn't post for the last week or so of the trip. It's hard to remember exactly what happened that last week of riding, but I do remember this: It was BEAUTIFUL. If Nebraska hadn't been so horrible, and Wyoming such a God-send, Washington would have been my favorite state, but Wyoming because of it's badass-ness takes that superlative. It was tough, but almost easy at the same time (being in cycling shape will do that, but also 2 1/2 months of riding will make you tired). I enjoyed it, and at the same time cursed it and wished we were in Seattle already.

Certain moments stick out. Loup Loup Pass was my favorite mountain pass of the entire trip, mostly because I think I was just feeling really good that day and ended up rocking it. I pedaled my ass off, and felt awesome getting to the top. My body also ended up hating me the next day for this, was pretty tired, and I struggled most of that ride. Our final mountain pass of the trip, Washington Pass, was also pretty incredible. It has the most ridiculous switchback I have ever seen in my life, and it provided great photo opportunities and awesome scenery. The ride into Rockport State Park was ridiculous... I think I stopped like every mile to take a picture because it was just so gorgeous. I have never seen water that aquamarine, green color ever before in my life, and backdropped with mountains topped in snow and green trees... it was breathtaking. Every time I thought I had seen the best view, a mile a two later, it would top it. Going through the tunnel, with cars, with no lights, that was scary (and kind of enxhilirating haha). Meeting Jake Schorr's dad at our second lunch that day and him waiting there for us with fresh strawberries in hand. Buying homemade fudge from the store there. Seeing a baby bear scamper across the road in front of me, Lindsey, Marty, and Eric. Stopping at a winery, tasting some wine, buying some wine, and talking with the bikers there (motorcycle bikers that is lol). Having the thunder and lightning and threat of downpour wake us up at 4am while camping in Early Winters. Michael and Katharine getting lost on the way to Early Winters and making up (which we didn't learn until days later) their hitchhiking journey to Canada. Wagles's 21st bday... kidnapping her and taking her for her first beer. Karaoke in Everett. Picking wild huckleberries and blackberries on the side of the road or bike paths we were on. So many great times in that last week.

I also remember getting to Seattle. I remember riding through the city. I remember seeing the needle for the first time on my left. I snapped a quick shot of it before the stop light we were at turned green. We stopped about a mile or so out from Alki Beach where friends and family were gathered, and had been gathered for hours, waiting for us. We estimated our arrival to be about 11 or noon, and didn't end up getting to Alki until about 1 or maybe closer to 2pm; getting lost, and weaving through city traffic will do that. Stopping at that spot a mile out, seeing the Seattle skyline, the ocean, and everyone's excited faces. I remember being able to smell the ocean. It smelt like the salty air that I've grown up with. It smelt really familiar, and yet at the same time extremely foreign. I guess because I hadn't smelt it since leaving Providence, and also the scenery was new, exciting, and different; it somehow just didn't seem to match up in my head, but I knew we were there when I could smell the salt.

When everyone arrived and we started that last mile together, as one group of 31 new best friends, it was almost surreal. I knew we were here. I could see the needle, the buildings... This was Seattle; we made it. But at the same time it was like it hadn't really set in that this was it. The funniest part was when less than 1/4 mile left, Michael gets a flat. With all the excitement, and anticipation to get there, it was a great way to end the ride with him yelling, "Screw it! I'm riding on the rims!" HAHA

We all got to the beach to the cheers of friends and family waiting. I remember throwing down my bike, ripping off my shoes and socks, my jersey, helmet, and gloves and just running without a thought straight into the ocean with everyone. It was overwhelming. It was incredible. It was cold. The water was so cold that it ended up numbing my entire body for the short few minutes we were probably all in there. Splashing, hugging, yelling, dunking, crying tears of joy and accomplishment. Simply put, it was one of the greatest moments of my life.

I'm sure it was quite a scene to those on Alki Beach that day in West Seattle who had no idea what Bike & Build is or who we were or what we had just done. To see 31 (and yes there were people trying to count us as we were rolling by) cyclsits dressed alike, throwing down their bicycles, and jumping into the freezing cold waters of the Puget Sound, yelling and hugging and jumping up and down like children... I can only imagine. Parents and friends there described it as an amazing site to witness. One dad even compared it to what a baseball team looks like when they win the World Series... how they all jump on each other, and it's like they're little kids again in that moment. All I know is that it was magical. The moment was all I had hoped for, and more.

In the end, looking back on the experince I had this summer, it really is not about that one moment. It's not about reaching Seattle. It really was an accumulation of events all throughout the journey. It's about the little moments, the stories, the inside jokes that developed, and the friendships made. It's about the times when things maybe didn't go exactly how we planned, but we now share that moment with 30 other people, and no one else really understands exactly what that's like no matter how good a storyteller you are (even you Jeff).

We are now connected to these 30 other people for the rest of our lives by the simple fact that we shared our summer together. I can't even begin to explain what that means to me. The people I spent my summer with are all unreal... some of the best people I've ever been privelaged enough to get to know. The experiences I shared with them and the ones I had alone, all helped enhance the person I already was while also learning a little more about myseld. This summer is one I will take with me for the rest of my life, and cherish.

Deja Vu & One Step Closer to Seattle

So we are in Idaho for the second time this summer, and staying in a cute little town called Wallace. It was about a 62 mile ride today from Superior, MT and it was not an easy one. The day started out great with the Methodist church providing us with an awesome breakfast at the Superior Fairgrounds. They made us all the pancakes, eggs, and sausage we could eat. It was all delicious and just what we needed to start off our long, windy, uphill ride. We also happened to be in the right place at the right time, and there was a rodeo starting at 8am (right when we were scheduled to leave). About 10 of us stayed to watch a few events before heading towards Idaho.





It was really cool to watch the cowboys and cowgirls compete in four different events. The first was a women's barrel racing event where there are three barrels and the ladies one at a time race around the barrels in a predetermined course trying to manuever their horses the best and get the fastest time. The women also competed in a roping event where they had to lasso the head of a calf while on their horses. It was pretty sweet to watch the girls, they were pretty tough chicks.





The guys' events were a roping in which they had to rope the head of a calf, and then jump off their horses, throw the calf to the ground, and then hog tie its legs with the fastest time declared as the winner. They also had a team steer roping contest where a team of two (coed event) ropes a steer by one getting the head and the other getting the legs. It was pretty crazy. They only get one chance to do it otherwise they get no time for the run. There are also penalties that can be assessed if they only rope one foot instead of two, etc. It was pretty cool to watch, but I also felt a little bad for the steers and calfs they were roping. It didn't seem like it hurt them too badly, but there were times it seemd a little cruel, and was hard to watch. I was glad we stayed though, and would definitely go to another rodeo. I really liked the barrel racing and I think it would be pretty cool to see bull riding, which they did not have to everyone's disappointment.





The ride today involved a lot of headwinds, which slowed us down quite a bit at times, and two fairly long climbs that came along with two awesome decents. The second climb was nearly 2,000 feet long and brought us into Idaho (deja vu seeing the Idaho sign again) and the Pacific time zone (crazy!). The last four miles into the town of Wallace were awesome. There is a great bike path that parallels highway 90 we were on for the majority of the day, and it was nice to be on such a smoothly paved path away from traffic. Supposedly the bike path continues for quite a while, and we are under the impression we will be able to ride it for a good 20 or 30 miles tomorrow. Tomorrow we are heading to Coeur d'Alene, ID ~ 50 or 60 miles, and then Spokane, WA where we will be having a build day.





I don't know how it's going to feel seeing the Washington state sign, and knowing it is going to be the last state we cross riding our bikes. It will probably be really exciting knowing we have made it this far, but also a little bit of a downer knowing our journey is almost over.





We also recieved at a couple mail drops ago the grant applications from Habitat for Humanity chapters in Nebraska, Iowa, and Washington requesting money from us. Last Wednesday we sat down as a group to review the applications (Chad put together a great presentation for us summarizing all the details of the three organizations and their applications) and we will be deciding which ones to fund, and how much to give them. We have about $10,000 that we can disperse however we feel fit. The rest of the money we raised (we are thinking it will be about $60,000) will be going to the Providence Habitat to fund an entire house to be build in 2009. It's so awesome to see the impact we are making in the affordable housing crisis, and even though it isn't much, it is at least something. After the trip is over I am hoping to stay fairly active with a local Habitat chapter, and of course keep on riding my bike.

A Superior Day Off & Ride Into Superior

Hello from Superior, Montana and the local public library. =)

The century ride into Helena was awesome. For some reason I felt really good all day, and overall the ride went smoothly with a few stops for lunches, Hannah Wagley getting some prickly stickers out of her chammys, and some pee breaks. Although it was windy at points, it really wasn't too difficult a day with a lot of downhills and flats involved with a few short climbs in between. I enjoyed riding behind Barb and listening to her jazz and other choice of music for part of the second half of the day blasting from her i-pod speaker she has hanging out the back of her camelback. The worst part of the ride was about 20 miles left when I realized my camelback was leaking uncontrollably. It leaked all down my back and into my chammys, which ended up soaking them and making the last 15 miles pretty unbearable due to a very wett butt that was asking for chaffing.

Everything turned out ok, though, after some mild confusion on finding the church, and more confusion involving showers. We were suppose to showe at a nearby gym, but when we got there they were closed (since it was Sunday) and we could not get in contact with the woman who was suppose to be there to open it for us. We ended up heading back to the church where some people hose showered. Dinner was provided that night by the church, and it was a delicious burrito bar complete with homemade corn salsa (so good!). After dinner people walked to another gym about half a mile away to shower, but I was feeling lazy and anxious to get to a bar to watch the Red Sox/Yankees game so decided to "man up" (that's for you Sohia lol) and use the hose. It was extremely freezing, but I lived. bunch of us went to a cool microbrewery to watch the baseball game. The Sox won (yay!), but still ended up losing the series 2-1 (oh well, better than getting swept right?).

The next day we had a fairly short ride of 55ish miles into Lincoln, and I was feeling so tired all day. After about 7 miles or so in the morning, we started climbing a mountain pass, which at first did not seem to be too bad. I was tired and riding alone because I was cranky and didn't want to pass my bad mood along to others when I thought I was getting close to the top of the mountain. I went around a right turn, and then saw the steep switchbacks lurking ahead of me. I was totally not mentally prepared for this climb at all, and it was pretty brutal for the rest of the climb. It was not as steep as Teton Pass for the most part, except maybe the last couple switchbacks, but it was definitely longer. Getting to the top was really nice. People were cheering and the van was waiting for us with food. The decline wasn't even very enjoyable because the wind was so bad it literally almost whipped us off the road more than a few times. I had an all around tough day, which included more camelback leakings and wet clothing, and was so happy to get to the high school we were staying at.

I took a shower, and layed down on my Thermarest with intentions of reading my book (Devil in the White City) when I woke up 2 hours later with the book in my hand (unopened) lying in a pile of my drool. I passed out and took the best nap ever, that was MUCH needed and it felt great. I ended up reading, and finishing my book, before a dinner of cold cuts for sandwiches. A handful of us walked to the restaurant next door to the school, "The Pit Stop", for after dinner ice cream. I got a cone of chocolate soft serve that was good, but Lisa splurged and got the Huckelberry ice cream that I was a little unsure about, but after my taste of hers I can honestly say it was delicious. I got a pretty good night's sleep (a rarity for me on B&B) in the hallway of a school that has all grades from K-12 next to the lockers.

The ride to Missoula was really good. I rode with Lindsey all day, and it really helped set a good pace for me as well as keep me in great spirits. Knowing when we got there we had a day off the next day also helped a lot. It was a really pretty ride and we got to follow the river for a good majority of the day, which was really nice. The water was so clear and shallow in most places you could see even from the road on my bike straight down to the bottom and see all the stones. It was really cool. The green mountains surronding us here in Montana are gorgeous and make for such a great place to ride. We got into Missoula, showered, made dinner (whole wheat spaghetti and sauted veggies with olive oil and stewed tomatoes with the itlalian seasonings in them- thanks mom, it's a big B&B hit with the riders), and got ready to go out and explore Missoula's night life.

We found a cool bar to hang out at for most of the night and we all enjoyed the evening. I slept later than I have on any other day of the trip (9:15 am) and woke up to people already out and about and around town. I set lofty goals for my day that included making myself an omlette (spinach, mushroom, and cheddar - turned out so good!), finding a new leak free bladder for my camelback (had to call 4 different stores, and bike 3 miles to get it, but success), and nap. All goals were accomplished. I even went tubing down the river with about 10 other people. Frannie found a place that picks you up in a cool bus, lets you rent tubes, drives you up the river, you float down, and then they pick you back off and drop you off. For $12 we found it to be a good deal and decided to give it a go. If the water was warmer it would have been way better, but unfortunately it was FREEZING! We floated for a while and it was quite an adventure, and fun, but about five or six of us ended up getting out and walking the last mile and a half out of five to the place the bus was picking us up because it was just way too cold and we thought we were going to get hypothermia. Poor Lisa's feet were practically blue when we got out and it took her a good 20 minutes of walking before she got feeling back in them lol. It was probably a funny sight to see us girls walking down a major highway in our bikinis and carrying tubes. We got a couple honks from truckers (so unneccessary). =S

Missoula was by far my favortie day off, and I would love to go back and see more of the town some day. I was a little sad to leave this morning, but it was not as bad as the other days after a day off. I had a great ride in the morning with five people, and then stopped with Frannie and Dubansky for coffee a little less than 20 miles in. It was nice and relaxing, and my body felt really good after the rest the day before. I rode with the girls to lunch at a great park, and made myself a sanwich and enjoyed the grass with Julie (the girl who broke her arm came back in Missoula!). I ended up leaving lunch alone and riding the next 20 or so miles alone. It is nice to ride alone sometimes and think and be able to really soak up and enjoy the scenery. Plus you just need some alone time on B&B or you might go crazy lol. I stopped about 7 miles from Superior when I saw bikes on the side of the road. Some riders decided to go swimming and I went down to say hi. I put my feet in and that was about it since the water is just way too cold for me. The rest of the ride was so pretty, as was the general trend for the day. We are staying at Superior Elementary School tonight and then heading for Wallace, Idaho tomorrow.

It's crazy, but there are only 9 days of biking left, and 2 build days and then we will all be saying goodye and heading back into the real world and real life. I don't know where the whole summer has gone so quickly, but in less than 2 weeks B&B will be over. I think we are all trying not to think about it and just enjoy the time we have left. I know it's going to be mixed emotions when our adventure is over. All I'm hoping is that other people have flights around the same time I do because if I have to go to the airport alone I think it's going to be really sad. I am hoping someone else will be there, and we can say goodbye and go to our respective terminals. I just want to hold on to Bike & Build for as long as I possibly can, until the last moment when I have to go get on my plane back to Ft. Lauderdale...

PS- not very many pictures from Montanta due to the fact that I thought my camera was broken for about three days. I was suspect that my leaky camelback had damaged my camera that I normally keep in my jersey pocket, but turns out I just needed to change the batteries in it... whoops ;)

Teton Pass & More

We started the day into Ashton, Idaho by climbing the much talked about Teton Pass. I was really nervous and excited going into the start of the climb, and when we got to the bottom there was an overwhelming feeling like "ok this is it, there's no turning back now". I started climbing with Dubansky, Lindsey, and Marita and ended up catching up to Kourtney and Kate. We all slowly chugged up the enourmous 10% grade climb that left us taking multiple breaks in between and moving at about 4-5mph. Although it was by far the toughest climb we have ever done, and will do on the trip, taking us about an hour and a half, it was still manageable due to our new cycling fitness.

Climbing Teton Pass was one of the most exhilirating experiences I have ever accomplished in my life. The feeling you get from all the hard work climbing up a mountain is so incredible. The best part of the entire climb was getting to the top and having everyone up there cheering you on. =) It was so awesome that all of us stayed and waited for the very last one of us to climb the mountain and cheered each other on until the very end. It really brought us together as one cohesive unit, and we all shared the moment blissfully. I really felt like I was on a team again, and it felt amazing to share the accomplsihment with so many people I've come to care so much about.

The decent was so fun! But also a little scary. I reached 45 mph before my trouble ridden computer stopped working. It was really cool to go that fast, but the switchbacks provided some tight turns that required a lot of hard braking and hoping that my brake pads were not worn out after 3,000 something miles. Luckily, it all turned out ok and provided an amazing and safe decent right into Idaho.

The rest of the day was somewhat anticlimatic since Teton Pass was such an emotional high, and then we still had about 50 miles to ride. For some reason I also had it in my head that after Teton Pass there wasn't going to be much climbing, which turned out to be extremely wrong. Idaho was full of hills and some short climbs, which was fine, but I was just not mentally prepared for them. Idaho was really pretty though; it reminded me a lot of Iowa except you could see the mountains to the right. The best part of the whole ride after in Idaho was that you could see the back of the Tetons and knowing that we just climbed over them... wow.

The next day we biked into West Yellowstone, Montana. I decided to take the day nice and slow, and use it as a recovery day in preparation for the following two long days. The 55 mile ride was really pretty with mountains and great company. I rode all day with Frannie, and we took our time and arrived in West Yellowstone just as the first shuttle was leaving to go to Yellowstone National Park. Frannie and I scoped out the public library for a bit before the second shuttle came back to take us to the park. We took a scenic drive once insde and saw the most amazing scenery including rivers, moutains, trees, a bear, and some deer. It was so beautifel. It was also really crazy how much damage there was as far as trees being knocked down and dead due to a wildfire years ago.

We went and saw some geysers, hot springs, bacteria ponds, and bubbling mud. It was all so unbelievable and like nothing I have ever seen in person. I'm so glad I got the opportunity to see Yellowstone. I feel like it's a place you hear about, and see pictures of, but there's nothing like experiencing it yourself in person. I would love to be able to go back again one day and spend more time there. It's so huge, and we only got to see so little. We did go for a swim too in the river, and it was really fun until Eagle Scout Jake had to ruin it all and tell us there were leeches... I definitely got out immediately.

Today's ride was so amazing. I never knew it was possible until today to have 80 miles of downhill. We even got to bike through part of Yellowstone National Park, and it was so gorgeous. The ride today is my second favorite so far of the trip. My first still being the ride into Jackson, WY and then today is a close second. I rode pretty much the entire day with Sophia who had 3 flats for the day, but nothing could keep us down with the amazing scenery and complete downhill trend of the ride. We seriously flew the entire 90 mile day at an average of 20mph. It was the most fun ride, and one of the most scenic. We followed a gorgous river the whole day until coming into the town of Bozeman. Which was so cool coming into and being able to see mountains surrounding you on three out of four sides of you... so incredible.

Tomorrow is going to be a 100 mile day of mostly flats and downhills once again (yes!). We are heading for Helena and hopefully it will be a cool town to explore for a bit when we get in, if we have any energy left to do so. Otherwise, I am looing forward to our day off in Missoula which is quickly approaching, and hoping for the return of Julie on that day. She is going to the doctor soon and seeing if the cast can come off and be replaced with a brace instead. The last message I got from her didn't sound very optimistic, but I am crossing my fingers since I miss that girl like crazy. I am also trying to see if I can find a rodeo in Missoula for our day off. I think it would be really fun for us to get to see an authentic rodeo in the wild west lol. We will see what I can find.

Wyoming... Fo Sho the BEST State

First let me apologize for not being able to update the blog in quite a while (due in part to no internet in places and mostly due to laziness), but let me hopefully make up for it with lots of gorgeous pictures of the most amazing state I have ever seen.
This is my ode to Wyoming...

The two rides into Casper both turned out to be short, under 60 mile days, as planned (isn't weird that those are now considered "short" rides now lol). Douglas and Casper were both great rides with the scenery ever changing and pleasing to the pupils. We had our build day in Casper, which was a really great town that I wish I had gotten the opportunity to explore more. Since we were staying at a campsite on the opposite end of town, and I was too lazy to get back on my bicycle and go into town, I just never got around to it while we were there. We all rolled up to the campsite expecting to have to pitch tents and camp, but were pleasantly surprised when we found out the campsite was allowing us to stay in the lodge on the floor for the two nights we were spending there. Yay! It was a treat to have air conditioning, nice showers, and a great campfire the night before our build day. We all hung out around the fire, made smores, and chatted until bed time. And of course the great fire was made by Jake Curtis aka Eagle Scout extraordinaire, but everyone else that night kept referring to him as a "Man Scout" instead of Boy Scout. =) Overall it was really nice to just relax a bit and chill around the fire with some good people.

The build day was with Habitat and for the most part it was a really productive day with a lot of projects going on to keep most of us busy. We were all starving though since they didn't really feed us enough at lunch, didn't seem to have enough water and mostly had sodas, and we were at the build site until later than expected. It was a bad combo that led to dehydration and/or altitude sickness for a few people, as well as a general air of exhaustion and crankiness due to the heat, dust, dirt, long day, and not enough food/water. Luckily the Habitat was kind enough to provide us with dinner. And not just any dinner, but a buffet! They sure made up for the screw up the night before of forgetting to provide us dinner, and the lack of lunch and H2O at the build site with the all you can eat buffet. People took major advantage of the situation at hand and definitely stuffed their faces to the point of being full beyond belief. We all reasoned the gluttony away with thoughts of the next day's 98 mile ride through complete desolation to Shoshoni.


Brooke has a book with her on the trip that tells all about the geological formations throughout Wyoming I believe, and it also talks about the landscape etc. It has a passage in it about the ride from Casper to Shoshoni, describing it as one of the most boring drives you can ever take. It says it is completely desolate, and there is absolutely nothing to look at and no gas stations, towns, or anything for almost 100 straight miles. Needless to say after reading this and then talking to locals who confirmed the description, we were not looking forward to this near century mile day.

The day and ride turned out to be surprisingly good. Despite the fact that there really wasn't much out there the entire day, the scenery was still cool enough to distract us (thank you Nebraska for making us appreciate Wyoming's beauty to its fullest) and we even got to experience Hell's Half Acre at 1st lunch. Hell's Half Acre is this really awesome canyon that Native Americans used to drive their cattle down into to slaughter them. The view was so cool! I wish we could have stayed longer, but since it was such a long day we all got back on the road after refueling and exploring the canyon. The rest of the ride went really well, with the wind dying down, and a majority of the way being slightly downhill. We all stopped at an amazing malt shop as soon as we got into Shoshoni that we had heard about from locals who highly recommended it, and it did not let us down. I got a mint oreo milkshake that was so good! We stayed that night at the Shoshoni Firehouse, which was kinda cool, but also a slight disappointment when we got there and 1) there were no firemen and 2) it was a one story building with no cool pole to slide down... oh well.

The ride into Lander although a short day left me feeling tired. It was only about 47 miles, and the first 20 or so me and a few other riders were flying. I was feeling good, the Wyoming scenery was not letting me down on beauty, and we were just enjoying the ride until Brooke got a flat and we all stopped to help her. We went from being the first group to last when sweep caught up with us, but it was fine since we cruised the rest of the way to lunch. After lunch, with only 16 miles left, the wind picked up quite a bit and I think the century ride the day before was catching up with my legs and I was tired. I managed to finish out the ride though and arrive in Lander hungry and happy to be there. I got an omlette with Marty and then ended up falling asleep in the grass at the town park while he changed a flat.

We woke up to people discussing going for a hike the heard about from some locals and Marty and I decided to join. 17 of us piled into the van and took the short 7ish mile scenic drive up one of the mountains where the hike began. The hike was really fun and at view at the top was so cool. There were waterfalls and everyone was in good spirits from the natural beauty surrounding us. Dinner was really good and I was really hungry. I ate a lot haha and lets just leave it at that. The best part about staying in Lander was that we all got to have a host family for the night. Me, Frannie, Hannah W., and Ashley got to stay with Donna and her adorable 3 children. Donna also let us do some laundry, use here hot tub, take showers, and made us pancakes, eggs to order, and toast in the morning. I felt like we were at a spa. It was nice to sleep in a bed and really be taken care of for a night in a real house.

Dubois was a beautiful 75 mile ride through the Wind River Indian reservation. I decided to take it slow and use it as a recovery ride day since 1) I was tired and 2) in preparation for the ride the following day in which there was going to be a lo of climbing. I ended up having a great day in which I rode the entire time with Lindsey. We just went at a nice pace, enjoyed the scenery, each other's company, and made it feeling good about the day. The church we stayed at was a tiny Lutheran church that was so cute and seriously looked like a log cabin. I have totally fallen in love with the west and their cute small towns and architecture, and of course gorgeous untouched natural beauty. I don't see myself living here though I don't think, but it is definitely a wonderful place to visit and vacation.

The ride into Jackson is one we had all been anticipating for weeks. We had heard so much about Jackson Hole, how beautiful the ride was going to be, how hard the climb was, and how we would be able to see the Teton Mountainis once we got over the climb. Everything we heard was true, and lived up to all of our expectations plus a million times more. The climb was pretty long, 20 miles, but gradual enough grade that it was doable at 8mph up the majority of it. We had our 1st lunch at the top next to a beautiful lake where we shortly after passed the sign for the Continental Divide and learned we were 9,000 something feet in the air (no wonder it was freezing up there).

After first lunch, I cannot even describe the rest of the day and just how amazing it was. The ride into Jackson was by far the best ride we have had so far on the entire trip. I don't think I stopped smiling the entire rest of the ride (55 miles!). My face kinda hurt at the end of the day haha. =) Once we started the decent (17 miles of downhill!) and made a turn to follow the mountain, there on the left in the distance you could see the Teton Mountains. We all started screaming and yelling out of pure joy and excitement. The Tetons are BEAUTIFUL! And extremely high. So high that the clouds were running into the tops of some of the peaks and there is definitely snow up there that you could see from the distance. After our unbelievable 17 mile decent, the rest of the ride was relatively flat. We ended up biking towards the Tetons and then turning south towards Jackson Hole and running parallel to the mountain range the remainder of the ride into town. We were all on an emotional high the rest of the ride. I am still in awe of the Teton's beauty. My pictures definitely do not do them justice. About 4 miles from town a bunch of us stopped to swim in a stream alongside the road. With the mountains setting the backdrop, it was a perfect end to a perfect day.

The build today in Jackson was unbelievable. Every single one of us was busy the entire day. The two site supervisors were so awesome. Trace and Katie were both way cool, organized, fun, and made our build day so enjoyable. The majority of us worked all day on different tasks preparing for concrete to be laid for the foundation of two sites. Around 2:30 we unexpectedly got to lay the foundation for one of the houses which was so fun. It was a great end to the best build day I think we've had so far. It was proof that when you have energetic, excited, good humored, organized site supervisors who know how to effectively us their volunteers great things can be accomplished, and the volunteers can have an awesome experience as well.

Tomorrow is suppose to be around a 75 mile day in which we are heading for Ashton, Idaho. We are going over Teton Pass tomorrow and I am a little nervous about it. I know it is going to be absolutely incredible to make it to the top. The view is suppose to be spectacular, and Wyoming has not been one to disappoint on these types of things. From everything we have heard from locals about Teton Pass, we are thinking it is going to be about 6 or 7 miles of really steep 10% uphill grades. Jake Stangel who has done the pass on the Central route last year says they pretty much went 4mph up most of it and it's near impossible to do it without stopping for a few breaks in between. I am anxious about how hard it will be, but know how empowering of a feeling it is to know I have propelled myself up there with my own body and sheer determination. It's overwhelming just how amazing a feeling it is and I know will be tomorrow. Hopefully you all enjoy the pictures, but I know they do not do Wyoming's beauty enough justice. I am going to try to get to bed on the early side to hopefully get some good sleep in preparation for my conquering of the Tetons tomorrow. =)

Horray Wyoming!

Today's 81 mile ride into Wyoming was awesome! The conditions for riding were great with the morning being cooler, no wind to fight, and the scenery was beautiful. We were all really excited to leave Nebraska and start seeing some mountains in the distance as well as rock formations and other fun stuff. The day off yesterday helped so much, and my body today felt great. I seriously don't even feel like we rode 80 miles today. I am a little sleepy and really hungry, but otherwise I felt like we rode like 40 miles.

We are staying in Lusk, WY at the Baptist church. The town is so cute! When we got in I went to the coffee shop and got a great iced latte. I also picked up some awesome Wyoming postcards that I am excited to mail out. If anyone would like a postcard sent to them by the way, just post your address for me or email it to me at j.lortie2@umiami.edu.

Tomorrow and the next day I don't think are going to be too long or hard of rides. I know we are heading for Casper where we have a build day, and supposedly it is only 110 miles or so from where we are now in Lusk so I'm assuming the next couple days are going to be fairly short. I am looking forward to the rest of the scenery from here on out until we get to Seattle. I know there are going to be a bunch of pretty tough climbing days ahead, but the views and mountains and gorgeous lanscapes should make it all worth it. Some how we all managed to survive the plains, cornfields, and headwinds... wow, I rode my bike to Wyoming....

Oh, another interesting fact. I am yet to get a flat tire on the road. Back in like Pennslyvania I think I must have ripped my tube at the valve when I pumped my tire up in the morning, but I rode all day on it without a problem. Then a couple hours after reaching our host site my back tire was completely flat with there being a rip at the valve I found when changing it.

Other than that I have no flats, and I don't really even count the slow leak I had as one. What luck! I highly reccommend Armadillo tires. So far they have treated me very well. Watch now I probably jinxed myself for talking about this on my blog, and next time I post I will probably have gotten like 3 flats in the same day or something ridiculous haha. I also have taken over 300 pictures now and ran out of memory on my card in my camera. I am going to save them onto my thumb drive later on tonight so that I will be ready to go now that we are in the wild west =)

Day Off in Chadron, NE

The ride into Chadron was gorgeous! It was a short 47 miles, and even on sweep we managed to get there before noon. I swept with Lisa and it was really nice to be able to share some quality time with her and learn more about her. We had a really great ride together. The weather was perfect, the terrain has started changing (less nothing-ness and more trees), and the wind seemed to just completely go away for the day. We cruised all the way to Chadron with absolutely no issues, no one getting lost (we've been on the same highway through the entire state so it's hard to get lost now), and getting in only a few minutes behind the last riders. It has been a really tough week of riding, and we all were in good spirits to have such an easy ride and a day off.

We all hung out last night at the local fair grounds, and had a great time laying in the bleachers drinking some beers, talking, and looking at the stars. We were in bleachers that overlooked a horse track, and some people thought it would be funny to pretend to be horses and "race". About five people got down there and started prancing around like horses, showing off and allowing us watching from the stands to place our bets on who we thought the winner would be. I chose Barbara, mostly because I had seen her run earlier and knew she was pretty fast. They sprinted about 50 yards and sure enough Barbara won due to my amazing screams of encouragement I'm sure lol. It was a good night that we all desperately needed.

Today people woke up around 8 or 9, which it's sad to say is sleeping in for us now, and I went with some people to get an egg and cheese sandwich and coffee. I'm now at the Chadron Public Library (so no pictures right now, but I'll add some when I can) with some other B&Bers. Plans for the day are not much; write some postcards, watch a movie in my sleeping bag, maybe nap, eat, and possibly walk around town. My bike also needs a good cleaning. So yeah, my agenda is pretty lame for today, but I have a feeling I'm going to love every minute of it. My body, and everyone else's, was really needing this time to do nothing and hopefully recover a bit.

Tomorrow we enter Wyoming! Hopefully that state will not hate my cell phone and I will finally get service again. I think it's suppose to be about an 80 or 90 mile ride, but I'm not sure. Ohhh and a girl on the trip, Brooke, cut my hair last night and it looks so good! I absolutely love it. She trimmed like an inch off, put 3 long layers in the back, and gave me some side sweepy bangs kinda. It looks really good. I straigtened it last night (can you believe a girl on the trip brought a hair straitener? lol) and it was so awesome.

ok, my time is pretty much up now (you only get a half hour of computer time in the library here) so I will say goodbye for now and leave with just one more thought. The weirdest/coolest thing about B&B is that no matter how hard your day was, how bad the ride was, how windy/hot/cold/rainy of a day it was, how boring of a ride it was...etc at the end of it I never can remember the bad parts. All I remember is how amazing it was, how much fun I had, and all the good parts. I think the trip has to be this hard at times to be able to really appreciate all the amazing parts through the day. Even though it's tough and both physically and mentally challenging, it is an unique adventure that only people who have done it can completely understand what I mean when I say at the end of the day all you remember is the good.