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Please visit evandana.com to read how Bike & Build is influencing my life currently.

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Seattle, WA (fin)

Here I sit in small diner chararacteristic of Seattle's unique style, reflecting on the past months of traveling and the preparation for it.

We touched hearts and houses in small towns and big cities as we pedaled east to west. After a day of riding, we would talk with community members about their experiences and learn about local affordable housing issues. Following dinner, I enjoyed presenting Bike & Build's missions and daily life to the community (partly because of the public speaking practice). We were able to participate actively in the ensuing conversations because of our individual presentations to each other about affordable housing topics. By then helping to build houses, we not only learned new skills, but also were able to meet the owners, sometimes. We discussed the process for securing a Habitat house while pounding nails or screwing up drywall. We played a small part in realizing future homeowner's dreams through raising awareness and raising walls.

As the trip progressed, I not only learned about affordable housing issues across the country, but also about the origins of Bike & Build. Roughly speaking, the primary intent of Marc Bush (B&B's founder) was to influence youth towards community involvement and increased bike-awareness. He then chose to use affordable housing and biking across the country as the medium to wed and accomplish these goals. And, honestly, I do feel more of a desire to volunteer in my community and to bike instead of drive. I aim to combine community service into my career as a means by which to strengthen and broaden my skills and interests.

I biked roughly from 8am until 4pm, 6 days a week, and it was a time of mindless spinning and mindfull meditation. Being confident in my own pace proved to be the biggest challenge I faced the whole trip. (Ok, Shoshomi and Sioux City, you rest as the exceptions.) I was very self-conscious every time I sped on ahead because of the general "anti-competition" attitude of the group. Now, I wasn't racing against anyone else, but against my own willpower, determination, and burning legs. I spun smoothest and tolerated the hard saddle when I was pushing myself. What brought me to accept my own pace independent of others' was though discussing stories of another rider's similar struggle. Finding the viewpoint that there will be differing judgements regardless of my daily pace, helped me to choose my own path without worrying about possible disapproval. I see this mindset being helpful in making leadership decisions in an industrial design career because of it's subjective nature.

I am honored to have shared the summer with 29 other amazing people, who each contributed positively to the group dynamics. With 2/3 of the riders over 21 years old, our group's average age was a bit higher than the typical B&B group. Everyone played some part in contributing to the calmer and more thoughtful attitudes that helped us to work together. For example, our weekly Town Hall Meetings (designed to allow concerns and compliments to be aired publically) became more enjoyable by starting with a getting-to-know-you-questions game. We also read anynonomous Way-To-Go's to bolster good feelings and recognize small acts of kindness. These tactics coupled with the non-competitive atmosphere really helped rollover petty personality conflicts without problems.

By traveling across the country, through places I may never visit again, I mulled the passage of time and circumstance. The weeks lurched by as we passed endless fields, hills, and towns of all sizes. By what scale should I weight my options for how I spend my time? Finding a balance between enjoying a good pace groove and poking around a small town store meant choosing between the physical moment and inquisitive mind. I listened to intuition and my body to decide where to go and at what speed, but most importantly, I was grateful for the opportunity to make the choice. Every choice yeilded a unique experience to enjoy and from which to learn. There are neat places I found unexpectedly hidden: unique and curious architecture, for example, that isn't charted on tourist information. Similarly, many people I met shared interesting stories and attitudes that weren't apparent from first glance. I am continually amazed by how much I don't know I don't know.

Riding down the chute through the finishline and splashing into the Pacific feels more like a transition than the end of the journey. I will move onward, more aware of myself and my country, promoting cycling and community service.

Thanks to everyone who made this trip possible though donations, organization, and of course, my fellow riders.

-Evan

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Wallace, ID

Last night we stayed in Superior, MT and were enthralled with the Rodeo! Some of the highlights include Steer Wrestling and Bull Riding. (Hopefully, more pictures will follow!) Steer Wrestling involves jumping off of a speeding horse onto a running steer (in this case a young calf with horns) and pull it to the ground by the horns. Then, through brute strength, roll the calf over a full turn. Yeah, most cowboys missed jumping onto the steer, let alone the rest of it.

In one fell swoop, we crossed the final time zone change, into Idaho, and through Outlook Pass. We climbed up to Outlook Pass, a measly 4660ft above sea level, without much ado. We knew we had reached the base of the pass when the headwind died and the grade increased a bit. The mile of ascent without headwind was easier than the 14 miles preceding it. The descent was quite enjoyable as the moderate grade and headwind helped to keep our pace less than ridiculous.

The most enjoyable part of todays ride was the quiet and serene paved bike path snaking along a river for the last 10 miles into the quiet and colorful town of Wallace.

Well, my computer finally kicked the bucket, so I'll be much more sparse in my blogs. Photos may also be fewer and father between. Sorry, folks. Put up some good comments or emails to me, though, so I can stay updated!

Missoula, MT (83+ miles)

As we cycled on, the mountains revealed themselves gradually though the haze from nearby fires. It's no surprhttp://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gifise that we have seen many signs warning of an extremely high chance of fire due to the dry season. I've also heard that the average summer temperature has risen 15ºF in the past few years. Glad I'm traveling on a bike!

What if everyone were to tour the country by bike, or at least commute en velo? Adventure Cycling is a non-profit dedicated entirely to encouraging touring on two leg-powered wheels. Their office here in Missoula is a fantastic example of how they will achieve this. I strolled up to their door and pulled three times before I was convinced that it was locked and after-hours. But, Julie came to the door, greeted me with a smile, and offered a quick tour. They have a great selection of maps and tour prepping information. Plus, they offer drinks, ice cream, and internet to touring cyclists, gratuit!

I'm making this journal entry from a really neat shop called Liquid Planet. Check out the pictures of the interior. They have products and organic treats for people who enjoy beverages (beer, wine, tea, coffee, smoothies) like a hobby.

The horrendous headwinds of yesterday's late start were happily dodged as we rolled into the bike-friendly city of Missoula. Now this is actually a city: we don't double the population, there are multiple coffee shops and, more importantly, bike shops. Plus, we're lucky enough to have multiple HOT showers available at our gorgeously "archetectured" church-host and all our meals covered during the day off, too!

The feel of the downtown, the people, and the river, are quite appealing to me. We're all excited about spending our day off, in a town whose streets are lined with locked up bikes - ones that aren't ours! As a whole the town's population seems to be quite fit, athletic, and friendly. People take time to fully explain directions to a confused cyclist. Store clerks might have a conversation with you. Yeah, weird.

The ride into town brought us up a few rises and down more slopes on a fairly wide shoulder. It was great to have the room to chit-chat with Eric and Bronwyn without anxiety about being hit by a logging truck's caboose. We cruised along and a ripe quick pace that afforded us enough time for a dip in the rocky stream.

Lincoln, MT (56 miles)

Well, we just finished crossing the Continental Divide for the third time in the past week. Flesher Pass wasn't as long, as steep, or as high as Teton Pass, but we didn't start it until after 35 miles of headwind uphill. Our initial descent from the top was also great, but the rest of the downhill was robbed by the intense gusts in our face.

This morning's breakfast in Helena was absolutely scrumptious! We woke up to heaping stacks of blueberry pancakes, OJ, sausage, and homefries! 6 pancakes have never sat so well in my stomach. Delicious!

Bozeman, MT (92 miles)

We started in West Yellowstone this morning wearing our leg and arm warmers up the climb into the state park only to descend into the heat of Bozeman 92 miles later. Tree lined forests flanked the road as my sluggish legs were reminded of cold en route up the first few miles. After that, the road turned downwards for the REST OF THE RIDE! We cruised down by Yellowstone's streams and mountains at a comfortable 22mph. We finally reaped the due rewards of our previous 3000 miles of ups, downs, and more ups.

I cruised up to the first lunch stop (with quite chilled fingers) and enjoyed three pb&j's surrounded by the gorgeousness of nature. I then enjoyed relaxing by a river before playing on the swingset at second lunch.

So nice and relaxing.

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Ashton, ID (72 miles)

I had a great stay with the Cummings' the other night in Landers with Sam. We each took turns, some of us better musically equipped than the other, playing the super-duper-electro-ORGAN-erator. Really neat.

The next day I was astounded with the amazing beauty of the mountains as the patchy clouds highlighted a few peaks at a time. We had a 30 mile climb (moderate-low grade), on which I stopped more with the descent than the climb. Due to some construction, we were trucked 4 miles over some gravel, but rode the bulk of it. After crossing the Continental Divide, which divides the watersheds for the Atlantic and Pacific, we saw signs for "10% grade [down] for next 17 miles". Wow. We stopped frequently, some due to the cold wet air, but mostly for the view. I'll let the pictures do the talking though. There was so much more astounding landscape, but only photos will do it justice.

Today we crossed the Teton Pass, at 8468 ft - a 2k+ climb in 5.5 miles. Yeah, it was steep. It took me the first third of it to accept the grade, accept the effort necessary, and just settle into a groove. I was climbing solo through thick clouds for who knows how long. Occasionally the grade would weaken, but never decline. Then as I rounded a bend, the sun snuck into a corner of the mountain and illuminated it in the majesty that it deserved...

A few more stretches of dense clouds later, I crept out above the clouds to see them below me, and a nearby mountain peak reaching out of the sea of white. All those phrases poets said are actually true. I almost chocked on its beauty. I was tearing. I was laughing. It took my breath away. I flew up the last 200m, with exclamations of accomplishment and awe. I then climbed to the peak of the nearby mountain and saw the clouds stretch out endlessly below me, and I thought for a second that I must be flying.

Wow.

Dubois, WY (76 miles)

Wow. So there's more to tell than I have time. I'm using the internet courtesy of Wind River Gear, who has opened their computer to me so that I can check my email. Yeah, some people and buisnesses are that nice.

Last night we split up and stayed with individuals from Landers, in their homes! It was amazing to have that "home" feel!

The ride today! Oh the ride! The layered rocks strewn out for miles and miles, reaching to the sky, under flirtatious clouds. Oh, outstanding! And some nice mountain flower scents!

Expect an update when I get the next chance to go online.

Wow.

Lusk, WY (82 miles)

I really enjoyed the views today as the buttes rose out of the horizon; we could feel the approach of the Rockies! The wind was kind and the sun gently hid behind spotty clouds. I felt good enough to eat a 1/2 typical B&B breakfast (equal to about half a day's worth of cereal and banana for the average person), which served me well for the first half of the ride. However, I bonked hard up the only hill (very mild grade, but 3 miles long) because my core had no energy from not eating much yesterday. (I had been feeling queasy for a few days prior.) So I took it easy the rest of the ride. We played some word games to make the ride more enjoyable.

Having been slightly sick recently, it makes me more aware of how well everything else works. I become far more appreciative of not suffering severe knee problems, numb hands, or prohibitive saddle sores. Slight injuries are a great reminder that larger injuries have been dodged. On that note, we all are so grateful for the delicious meals, friendly folk, and sleeping quarters every night.

I didn't have my cyclocomputer in a spot where I could see it, so I rode the whole day not knowing how fast or how far I was going. Usually, I'm pretty unconsiously obsessive about this data under the guise that I need it to make the right turns according to our cue sheet. However, since our route was to take 81.5 miles on Route 20 westbound, I figured I could go without for a day. I enjoyed letting my body tell me how fast or slow to go, instead of my spedometer. I also found that I relaxed about "the miles left to go" before it gets hot, because all I could do was ride the same pace, anyway. I think I'll try this again while the route is a straight-shot, as a way to focus more in the moment.

Oh, did we mention we did 566 miles last week, but who's counting?

Upon reaching our destination I promptly downed a Gatorade and took a siesta. This has become my enjoyable post-ride practice, as of late. I further enjoyed a ridiculously cold popsicle (which clung to my lips so surprisingly well I lost some skin to it) and a trip to the local library. While waiting for dinner, in a lethargic state, I slid into a teeny room packed with couches to watch a few episodes of "the Office". Us being used to close quarters, weren't phased one bit as the room filled quickly past the typical occupancy, threefold.

Dinner was delicious! We had a great pasta dish with veggies and chicken, plus a rice-salad-esque mix with fruit, and so much more! Oh, did http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gifI mention Snickerdoodles! Delicious!

During dinner I had the pleasure of talking with Loydaine (I hope I spelled your name right!) and learned some crazy stuff about the Wyoming weather. Apparently, it could snow any month of the year in these parts, and still be 50º on Christmas! 50-60 mph winds aren't uncommon, and consequentially, the weather can change drastically with short notice. Loydaine and Tom have been fantastically helpful in coordinating our stay and just wait to hear what they set up for us tomorrow night....

(Visit bikeandbuild.org for the rest of the group journal entries.)

Chadron, NE (day off)

I don't feel so well today. I am trying to avoid getting the sickness that's going around, and thus far I've dodged the bullet, but at the expense of my energy. I'm quite tired. I should be fine by tomorrow assuming that I rest up well enough.

Last night I saw Transformers, the Movie at the teeny little theatre in town. It was terribly great. Or, greatly terrible? Either way, I enjoyed it thoroughly as I was expecting to be entertained by CG and a simple plot.

This morning, I helped make the pancake breakfast as best I could, but wasn't feeling up to the benefits of my efforts! Boo! I tell you I'm looking forward to getting my healthy appetite back!

Have no worries though, friends and family, I'll be cycling tomorrow!

Valentine, NE (84 miles)

Sidenote: There was an article in the Lowell Sun last Friday about Bike & Build and my experience thus far. If you didn't get a chance to read it in the paper (I hear it was on the 3rd page with a photo!) you can find it online.

Breakfast today was exactly what we want. Cereal, toast, fruit, muffins, and enough for seconds, thirds, and fourths.

Today seemed like two separate days weather-wise. This morning, it was cool and only mildly breezy. This afternoon, it was quite hot and we faced intense headwinds. The shoulder on the road was pretty good and there weren't any climbs, so we're pretty happy overall.

I needed a solo ride today and just sank into my aero bars, legs spinning away at circles. I watched the ground blur and streak through my shadow, with my head down on this straight, flat terrain.

I took a nice leisurely lunch break nap on a picnic table in the shade. This was in a town, that looked exactly like what you would imagine a "small old western town" to look like. There was a saloon (L-Bow Bar), an antique store, a bank, and not much else.

A muscle in my lower back/butt was mighty tight today, so about 10 miles after lunch, at the first tree I saw, I pulled over to stretch. I happened upon a napping Amelia, and looked up to see Grandma's Playhouse and Ice Cream Shop. Delightful. I chatted with Amelia for a bit, then "Grandma" drove in and opened up her shop. I had some delicious sorbet, lemon, lime, and raspberry! And she filled our waterbottles with ice and water. Such a treat!

Then, a few more miles down the road, we saw Bill, who is walking backwards across the country. I believe he drives down some miles, walks backwards to some point, then forwards, always facing West. He also set many other records, such as 2-finger push-ups. Neat.

We had to wait a bit after reaching the church to find out where to shower. Did you know you can take a nearly heart-stoppingly-cold shower and almost enjoy it after a day in the sun?

Sioux City, IA (101 miles)

Today we climbed 7,200 feet of rolling uphills though the wind for 7 and a half hours. Yup, I'm wiped. I also just overate to the point where I needed to lay down on the floor for a bit before anything else, even before showering. (Thanks to the local YMCA for providing a great meal!)

There is no such thing as an "easy" day with terrain, mileage, and wind like today. You gotta just keep chugging. Then do it again. I made the mistake of powering up hills with gusto the first half of the day only to always find more headwind on the plateau at the top before the ever elusive downhill, which we seemed to only find on rare occasion.

But don't get me wrong, the views were breathtaking (ok, so were the hills). Clear blue sky all around in the morning and in the afternoon, a patchwork of cumulous cotton balls generously spaced curved down past the horizon on both sides. Their shadows slowly walked the endless hills of corn and soy, occasionally welcoming us into their shade. The cool air rushed at us no slower than 15mph, and that's before moving on our bikes. Some improvised songs from Marie and Sam brought light to the ride and helped get over the lunchbelly slump.

A tough crank today reaped a meager 12-15mph. No matter what speed I sought to transition up a hill though momentum, I was humbled by the wind, incline, and miles under my belt. Upon reaching the crest, which would normally allow for some recouping of energy, the wind would now be able to best greet us, full force. And our rewards for the efforts on each hill were not well cashed today, as the wind's force on the downhill rendered it more similar to a slight incline.

Congrats to everyone who finishes the ride today. Oh, and it's only day 2 of 7 straight, with an average around 80. So much for "the wind at our backs", but still I say, "Bring me that horizon!"

Ames, IA (Build Day)

Well, my legs are happy as can be taking the day off. Everyone has demonstrated remarkable napping skills on various terrain and regardless of background commotion due the the past 7 straight days of riding. Being a bit tired myself, I need a calculator to add up the total mileage, so here's the breakdown of the mileage from the past week: 77-48-64-87-102-83-43. Yup, that's a lot for me.

I feel like there are many aspects of the trip that I accept as commonplace, but that you (those not on the trip) wouldn't know anything about. Last night, my chore group was assigned to give a presentation to our hosts. These presentations aren't directed by our leaders; it's up to us to coordinate together to give information about Bike & Build, our cause, fundraising and where the money goes, a day in the life, and how we impact and are impacted by the communities we visit. The past few presentations have been getting increasingly better in their succinct message about poverty housing (as opposed to simply sharing fun stories from the road). Our presentation went smoothly, and in my opinion it stands the best, thus far.

Weather permitting we will be helping Habitat for Humanity pound nails and frame a local house today. The storm has served us well though by giving us some free time this morning, and hopefully cooling off the weather for the next few days ahead.

I feel that the next week will be chock full of long rides. Legs, rest up fast!

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Ames, IA (43 miles)

After a grueling day in the hot sun and hardy headwinds yesterday, we all enjoyed the easy 43 miler today. Instead of writing much about the previous days, I'll just post some photos from the past months.

Oh, and I did a century two days ago!

Cedar Rapids, IA (102 miles)

My first century! (Ok, well the other day I did 88, I might have added an extra 12 dawdling around the town later that night in search of ice cream. But, that aside...)

It was a HOT one today! My bike was reading over 104 degrees at one point! It's funny, the heat and my blister (from the hours of dodgeball we played at the YMCA yesterday) were bothering me more for the first 60 than the rest of the ride. I had a great ride with Elle today, and we passed the time with some good discussions about global issues: natural disasters, what motivates people, and the heirarchy of needs. Oh, and I roared ferociously at all 5 dogs that tried to nip our heels at our outset.

We were treated this evening (after a fabulous meal) to visit a family living in a local Habitat House! It was fantastic to be able to put faces, names, and stories with our cause. The daugter is considering traveling around Europe with a group on a similar mission, but playing music instead of biking.

I would write more, but I'm wiped, and have to wake up in less than 8 hours. Hope you're all doing great!