Chicago,IL. 12:54pm.

It took three hours to retrace the two thousand miles I struggled for a month to bike across – and as I exited the airplane I was immediately reminded of how stupidly humid it was on the eastcoast and in the midwest. You know when it feels like hitting a wall of heavy, hot air when you go outside? It hadn’t felt like that for a long, long time.

Meanwhile, here’s an ad that pretty well shows how I’ve been operating the last few months 🙂

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If you’re traveling with a bike, don’t fly United!! They have a bike fee in place now – $200 each way for international flghts and $100 for domestic. So ridiculous. I was so close to completely losing it at the woman at the check in desk but I restrained myself.

I’m not stopping yet…

Just a quick post of something really really ridiculous that Earthworks just posted on their Facebook.

Apparently, breast cancer rates are rising very sharply in six counties in Texas. It just so happens that these very counties have one HELL of a lot of oil and natural gas wells. The red dots are gas wells and the blue are oil wells. The encircled counties are the ones where breast cancer is rising. In the rest of texas, and in the rest of the country in general – breast cancer rates are falling. Hmmm….

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Link to the article:

 

http://www.texassharon.com/2012/08/21/the-texas-breast-cancer-story-is-back/

Not my last post

Berkeley, CA. 12:24am.

And so, at the snap of my fingers, it’s over. I’m not sleeping on a picnic table in a community park tonight, nor am I getting up at 05:30 to eat tortillas filled with tuna for breakfast. I don’t have to stress about making my 76 miles and 3 posts a day – nor do I have to worry about people making donations or reading and liking my blog. I won’t have to ask people for directions, but I also won’t be making friends with complete strangers on a daily basis. Tomorrow, I won’t be forcing my sore leg muscles to propel me further down the road than they want to – but I also won’t feel the intense satisfaction of just having forced my muscles to propel me those extra miles. It’s a great feeling knowing where I’ll be sleeping the next few nights – but I’m sad knowing that I won’t be discovering new places every minute of every day.

Saying good bye to Daniel today was really, really sad. He and I became great friends during these three weeks and it’ll be strange not waking up to him throwing a fit about being covered in ants or being pissed off about sleeping on some rocks on the ground. The guy is completely unique. Like a great work of art that was created during some very hard and trying times – as they often are. He has if anything reinforced my notion that the most interesting people have often had very difficult lives. Daniel’s life experience has taught him to never expect anything. He has zero sense of entitlement and just works his ass off for every step he takes in life.

I’m probably a bit too tired to be trying to sum this whole journey up right now – and I think it might be too early for that just yet anyhow. I’m going to have to let this all sink in for a while. Meanwhile, have a few pictures of the Sierras:

 

Daniel fighting his way up Luther Pass (the shorter one before Carson Pass).

 

An energy block I found on the ground and ate. This is how desperate you get for energy. It wasn’t bad – just a little bit dusty.

 

Red Lake.

Red Lake again…

This one might have been called Green Lake. 

There were a lot of lakes in the sierras! 

 

 

In the middle of nowhere, we found a super cozy little bar. The building had been there for about 150 years and had a beautiful wood interior. It was sat right atop a place where three county lines intersected – and the bartender told us about how they used to make use of this back in the day. Back then the bar was actually on wheels, so when someone from county A walked through the door, they’d roll the bar into county B and therefore not have to pay any liquor taxes. The bar was now safely fastened to the ground and liquor taxes seem to be paid. Cool little spot though!

And then my camera died and I have no pictures at all until this morning! Here’s a photo of the white Cherokee belonging to the man selling crystal meth.

 

And here my breakfast from this morning. Ridonkulous. You know how much it cost?! $27!!! Something must have gone wrong with the check but when I asked about it the waitress explained that the pancakes cost $7.80, the bacon and eggs totaled at $5.50 (and then I had coffee and OJ) plus tax. That supposedly cost $27. I thanked her, paid and tipped. About an hour later I went “wait a minute, that does not make sense at all”. But then it was too late. I must have had a sign on my forehead saying “RIP ME OFF I’M SWEDISH”. Or sales tax is really high in California.

 

 

 

I donated the shirt John gave me to Daniel. It suited him better I think!!

Here’s the ONLY picture of san francisco so far:

 

That’s the golden gate bridge you’re looking at. It was so cloudy and cold that we left pretty quick. But I did set foot in San Fran – that’s what matters.

OK. Good night. This is weird. I don’t know when I’ll be back on here – but I will. I want to thank some people – and I have some movie clips to put up. So I’ll be back. Maybe tomorrow.

The bay, CA. 3:50pm.

Two stoked idiots on the ferry to San Francisco!! Couldn’t be stokeder:) Daniel finally got in touch with me this morning and I convinced him to come with me on the ferry.

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