Windy Southern Alberta; just farther south.

Amanda Koopman received a $100 donation from a customer at the gas station. A very nice park where we are staying in Burlinton. Henny catching a few rays. Day 23, July 16, Tuesday.… Continue reading →

A rainy, foggy, cold, miserable day.

Henny’s flat fixed with Donna’s help. Harry, putting the plastic under the wet jersey. Donna was so cold she bought a wool dress at an outlet store. Harry changing his mind about the… Continue reading →

A greatly appreciated day of rest.

La Quinta, our one night oasis. Cragmor CRC. Garden of the Gods park. ME, what can I say, the “Sunday hair” is under a ball cap because of the wind. A rattlesnake went… Continue reading →

A day that had difficult endings.

Linda Noordam and Joyce Verhoeff, who are cycling their last day, passed Betty and I on the final stretch. Rick dejonge, John Nordhoff, Joel Stehouwer, and me eating around Drost’s camper table, staying… Continue reading →

If only every ride could be like today; minus the last hill.

Going from Salida to Canon Springs; Gerry Schenk. Harry Drost showing how to rock climb. I think the bear disaproves of the odor emanating from our porta-potty. All cyclists were issued “Name Tag”… Continue reading →

A day with a few glitches.

Day 18, July 11, Thursday. Froze in my sleeping bag last night in Alamosa. Even went to bed with an extra layer. Between that and the dogs barking for over an hour at… Continue reading →

The best cycling day yet; other than the sore derrière.

We disturbed deer having breakfast on the potted plants. Donna Ragan from Oregon and Adrian Kloet from Dundas, Ontario. (the second oldest cyclist on tour.) Leaving New Mexico, a nicer sign than when… Continue reading →

A brutal day; Hills, Headwinds, Heat.

Day 16, July 9, Tuesday. Turley, New Mexico to Chama, New Mexico. Last night the wind howled through the valley and kept me awake because I was afraid the tent might collapse on… Continue reading →

An oasis in a vineyard. (blog is a day late; no internet.)

This is just before arriving at the winery but it shows the terrain we’ve been going through. Hot, dry, barren piles of rock. This is the welcome sign to the winery. Joyce Verhoeff… Continue reading →

A bilingual Sunday service.

Bonita putting bread dough in the boiling oil to make |frybread”. There were so many hummingbirds around the six feeders in the backyard, they would even land on your finger. The half of… Continue reading →