This will be extremely short, but I want to let everyone know that it turns out that Carson Higgins (the 3-year-old afflicted by stage-four neuroblastoma that I dedicated my entire ride to this summer) will be unable to attend the Tribute Dinner on Saturday night, because he'll be in quarantine at the time. I thought about this little boy every day, thinking about how it would all be worth it if I could just see his beautiful face again in August and tell him what he means to me. But after the plan to fly him from Memphis, Tennessee to be a guest of honor at the Tribute was cancelled, it seemed momentarily that it would all be taken away from the both of us. But is it all a tragedy? Surely not.
I stumbled upon a library on the side of the road today that has internet access, so I thought I would share with you the e-mail I received from my father just now:
[Written: Day 60] Yesterday, Day 59, was a huge, huge day for the Texas 4000.
[Written Day 54 & 55] Right now, I am sitting in a place that I never thought I would actually ever see.
[Written: Day 50] I am currently in Meziadin Junction, British Columbia, sitting in the valley of perhaps the most beautiful mountain range I have ever seen in my entire life (but I am also sitting in the team minivan so as to escape probably the most copious swarm of mosquitoes I have ever seen in my entire life). Our campsite is perched right alongside sparkling Lake Meziadin, and a massive snow-covered mountain sits so closely at its shore, that I feel like I could touch it with the tip of my finger.
Hello, friends! I am, in this very moment, lounging in the First Church of the Nazarene in Great Falls, Montana, eating noodles with tuna and watching random YouTube videos (“Rejected” by Don Hertzfeldt, anyone?) and laughing with my very, very tired and smelly teammates.
[Written: Day Eighteen] (Yes, this is out of order. I think I somehow deleted it before! Whoops!)
[Written: Day 25] Okay, the title of this entry is a little off, but that which took place that relates to the title is a little off, too. Bear with me here. First, a little backstory.
[Written: Day Fifteen] I am currently sitting in a deee-luxe hotel lobby, as the Marriot in Colorado Springs, Colorado has hooked us up with their plush conference room in which to sleep for the night. They also gave us a room with two showers so that we could all rinse and repeat. Apparently, there's also (I type this as emphatically as I possibly can) twooo beeeds...so it looks like it'll be a battle to the death (or perhaps, to the sleep...?) to see which two of our group of eighteen deserves a bed the most. Because there can only be ONE HIGHLANDER! (Well, I suppose in this situation it's technically two.)
[Written: Day Eleven] I should really preface this with the fact that I won’t be waxing poetic in this entry, as there are too many funny stories about team inside jokes and amusing happenings that have taken place to go into too much detail about the (very, very beautiful) Oklahoman and Kansas countryside, or the incredible generosity we’ve encountered this past week and a half. I figure the pictures I’ll upload later will tell those stories, but I won’t remember these funny stories for very long. While we wait anxiously to cross the Colorado border and actually see some real mountain scenery and not just a hill or two, the shenanigans of Team Rockies will have to do as far as keeping ourselves entertained.
[Written: Day Eight] It’s that time again! I am currently in Watonga, Oklahoma, sitting in a church nursery room surrounded by playhouses and rocking chairs (so that I could get some time to myself. I’m not gonna lie and say the toys around me aren’t a perk either.) The past few days have been nothing short of incredible, in so many ways.
[Written: Day Five] Well, I just read an email from my parents from a few days ago saying that I made the front page of the Daily Texan! (The University of Texas' newspaper.) So, naturally, I go to look at it with utter glee and excitement...and look what, of all things, they got a picture of me doing:
[Written: Day Two] This morning, just after I and several other of my teammates has woken up on the morning of Day Two, with the entire team crammed together underneath the patio covering of the Roadhouse Barbeque, the entire team was awakened by this sound…
Well, we finished our Century Ride the other day (for all you non-cyclists out there: that's a hundred miles on your bike, at least ten hours of your legs going in circles, sitting on fricken shoehorn) and gooooooood golly, Miss Molly. It felt like it TOOK a century.
Gosh, it's hard to believe how far we've all come. It's been a while since I've written; holy crabapples, there's so much to say...!
Well, it seems I am not as athletically all-powerful as I once thought.
Okay, call me a nerd (please do...it's a compliment, really) but I have already decided the VERY LAST few miles of the ride, I'm going to play "Finale B" from the Rent Soundtrack on my ipod as we're pulling up to the Finish Line (capitalized, because it's just THAT glorious). "Finale B" = MOST POWERFUL SONG EVER. I'll pedal at 70mph with this blasting in my ears.
I am OFFICIALLY a member of the 2007 ROCKIES team! Oh my gosh, I was so nervous that I wasn't going to get Rockies (though Coastal is obviously just as amazing as well). But in my previous entry when I said I fell in love with the Texas 4000, I REALLY fell in love with the Rockies route. Check out the 2006 Rockies gallery and TELL me you don't find it just stunning.
Early in the summer, jobless and bored, I was just poking around on my computer, listening to Belle & Sebastian, when a memory popped into my head: