Stacy I have so many doubts about this undertaking – some so strong they wake me up at night. I thought maybe processing some of them in this platform (that hardly anyone reads, I’m afraid – “No one reads blogs anymore, Mom”) might help lessen them. Most importantly, I doubt that I’ll be able to get … Read more
Chaos…yes, that’s the right word. Dusty, crowded, smoky, intriguing, beautiful chaos… I set foot in Uganda for the first time on foot in a frantic line-up at the Visa station. I had no idea where to go or what to do so I just followed the crowd and got yelled at a couple times. I … Read more
I melted when the little ones reached up to hold my hand or crawled into my lap every time I sat down. These sweet children who, despite their poverty and suffering, went out of their way to make me feel welcome and part of the culture. There are few words to express how the heart soars … Read more
So, when does a person become a cyclist? This question has been rattling around my brain for years as I have had lofty goals in January, only to fail to get on my bike until June because who wants to ride in the cold? Or the rain? Or when there is too much gravel on … Read more
Before our first bikepacking trip, I talked John into getting me a mountain bike when he was out of town. Bless his heart for giving in. Don’t get me wrong – I really like this bike too and I will still ride it in certain conditions (hear that, John?). It’s a great bike for me, … Read more
Many of you will be familiar with the term. Some of you may even be die hards where riding your bike interferes with your actual job. But I would guess that most of you who are reading these blogs because it’s us (and not because you care about cycling) don’t know what it is, so … Read more