Mercy Riders

Pushing pedals, pushing hope

June 23, One Year Later

No toilets outside Major’s Station, but the owner gets up early and opens up the place, allows nature to call, makes some coffee and sees us on our way.  Michelle and Barb, true to form as on most all mornings, make breakfast.  It’s always good, almost non-deservedly so.  Whatever the preconceived notion was, there are times it just seems it should be more rugged.  Careful what I wish for. I look off to the right, and having kids, Disney’s Beauty and the Beast comes to mind, specifically Gaston, as he sings “I use antlers in all of my de-cor-a-ting…”  The entry to this ranch would certainly impress him. 100_3526 The road changes texture at the Utah line.  The first sign of commercial life lies an hour ride inside the state, at Baker. Not much there, and for the first time, not a receptive bunch of people.  I’m hungry, but knowing our SAG is close behind I don’t get anything substantial. It ends up it’s another 26 miles before we eat.  It could have been much shorter, but someone who ate made the decision to push it further out.  It’s too long for me. Not physically, but mentally.  I’m pissed off but I don’t say anything.  No one else does, so it’s probably just me.  Toward the end of the 26 miles stretch, but still a few miles from being in sight of the SAG vehicle,  I’m huffing it at the back of the pack.  All the sudden I get this song in my head; Dire Straits “On Every Street“, and it’s loud and crystal clear and as if I’ve got headphones on. Good headphones.  At the instrumental back half of the song, I blast off, screaming by everyone and I just keep going and going until I get to the SAG vehicle.  Yes I wiped myself out, but it felt better than aimlessly yelling at someone for my own lack of communication and being embarrassed about it later.  I recouped and regrouped, and felt better for the remainder of the day.

long road ahead. a cloud cuts through the view

long road ahead. a cloud cuts through the view

On this day we also meet Jonah in the middle of nowhere, who was walking from the east to west coast, relying on others for donations and kindness along the way.  His adventure is called dudetrek, and he looked it.  In 2014 he’s going to walk from the Pacific Crest Trail.  Ah to be 20 again.

dudetrek

dudetrek