Thanks to you, esteemed donor . . . and to my lovely wife Brigitte, who stayed in touch with all her friends, family and colleagues during my 200-mile ride, we were together able to raise almost $2K for the Himalayan Children’s Charities (HCC)! This is a remarkable accomplishment . . . and I could not done it without ALL of you!!
While I was out there blowing out my knees and freezing my tushie off, I also had the comfort of knowing that it was all paying off with the help of you guys at home.
I am still working on the video editing, and should have the first of many video blogs up starting this weekend. It’s slow going, however, since my body is still recovering and sometimes I just need to sit in front of the TV and do nothing . . .
The 200-mile trek was not all pain, suffering and hardship. There were many blissful moments as well, and these are the ones worth sharing. Some memories in particular are precious to me, and these are the moments when riding on the trail through the woods and over creeks when . . .
- The morning or afternoon fall sunlight was just right in the clear chill. There was a cascade of golden color intermixed with deep shadows that fell through the trees and covered me and the fallen leaves and pine straw that lay haphazardly along the trail.
- The magical blend of light, shadow and silence was punctuated only by the soft sound of a tire rolling over leaves, and bird calls and small animals running through the woods.
- I was all alone in the woods, just me , my unicycle, and the trail, giving me the feeling that this was a gift from nature and the Almighty! The cold and rain had apparently discouraged most adventurers, and I saw no cyclists at all on Monday and Tuesday (the 17th and 18th), and on Wednesday I only saw 5 cyclists all day . . . and only within 3 1/2 miles of the beginning of the trail in Smyrna!
- I met a couple of hungry dogs at the GA-AL border and fed them a couple of peanut Cliff bars and juice I had. One of the dogs in particular was noticeably shivering, so I held him a long time trying to warm him up. After I felt he had recovered sufficiently, I let him go and moved on, but still worried a bit about them finding warm shelter that night in one of the nearby houses or farmhouses. Regardless, those moments of holding that shivering dog will remain with me forever.
- About every 3 miles or so I felt the need to take a rest for a few minutes. When climbing back on my wheel and pushing off, I repeated the same whimsical expression each time . . . “I’m going to make it in style…!” (and I did
- The southern tip of the Appalachian mountains rose majestically north of the Chief Ladiga Trail as I rode through Alabama, reminding me why some folks say this is still God’s country.
- Food never tasted so good, and a warm bed each night never felt so good as during this ride!
That’s it for today . . . Any and all comments and donations are appreciated!