Day 19 - October 10th

 Today was the first of my shorter rides. I specifically designed the ride to have the last 4 days be shorter to help bring my body back down from the intensity of the ride. I have been looking forward to getting to these days for a number of reasons but the shorter distances were definitely on the list. I left right from the hotel this morning and thankfully because of the drive to check out the route last night I knew where I was going and what to expect. It was all sun again and I wore a brim attached to my helmet to keep the heat and sun off me as much as possible.

My first stop was just a painted road marker and I went right by it before I knew it was even there. The next stop was at an RV park in Newberry Springs. When we stopped for some water and to take a quick picture the dog at the owner's house decided to announce his displeasure with our arrival. He eventually gave up and laid down but I kept an eye on him as I have with all dogs long the ride. Many dogs are not fans of bikes. 

From there I had just over 15 miles to a small market next to an old hotel ruins in Daggett. When I rode up to the front of the market the clerk was outside and asked where I was riding from. I told her we had come from Ludlow but when she asked about the Day 19 on my jersey I explained I have been riding for 19 days coming from Chicago. When my mom went inside to check out the drinks and snacks the clerk asked her more about the ride and what it was for. Before we took off for the last part of the journey she came back out and donated several bottles of water to the ride. I was touched and gave her a wristband as a thank you for supporting us.

The last leg from the market to Barstow was less than 10 miles but I had to ride for the final time along the I-40. I had previously made the decision not to get back on the highway but after driving the course yesterday I decided I could handle it one last time. I felt my heart race as I climbed the entrance ramp but got onto the freeway and the shoulder was wide and clear. I pushed as hard and fast as I could to get off there and back onto surface streets. I could feel my heart rate come back to something like normal as I turned onto Main Street in Barstow. I pedaled hard up the remaining hills and arrived at Route 66 Motel in just under 3.5 hours from starting. As soon as we loaded up we went to lunch at Roy's Cafe, another Route 66 site and then tried to check in early if possible. 

We were told the rooms weren't ready but they were gracious enough to accommodate a room switch request to keep us on the first floor to make moving the bikes and gear easier. We ran a few errands and appreciated that the early arrival gave us time to check out a couple things around town. I also confirmed a meeting I am having with the Santa Monica Pier to solidify the logistics of the last day on Thursday. I have 3 more days and this trip of a lifetime will be complete. Thank you to everyone that has helped, supported, and of course, donated to the charities. I couldn't have done any of this without my team and you.

Day 18 - October 9th

 Sometimes things happen beyond our control. We planned to see Goffs, Fenner, Amboy, and Ludlow during the ride and we did make it to each location but it required detours and compromises to make it happen. 

My stop was in Needles, CA but because I was working on a tight budget the hotel I was able to find for the night was 20+ miles away in Bullhead City, AZ. It meant we had a much earlier start than we wanted because we had to drive back to the starting point. We have seen a lot of road closed signs and detours and grew concerned when we saw a sign saying Goffs Road was closed but thankfully it was just a sign in place for upcoming construction work taking place later this month. We went down the sun drenched road with the temperatures already on the rise. My legs were burning as I attempted to get them into the zone for the ride. 

We finally made it to the Goffs Schoolhouse Museum where my mom was able to get a stamp in her passport and we got to check out items from a school house that is over 100 years old. There was even a sign on the grounds that read Goffs, CA Rattlesnake Capitol Of The World but thankfully we didn't see any. Once we were done checking everything out we made our way back to the main road and on to Fenner, CA.

It was a quick stop for a snack and some drinks because it was getting very warm. I knew the path between Fenner and Amboy was closed because it has been as long as I have been visiting California. Because of the length of time it has been closed and the fact it was initially closed due to storm damage I had serious doubts about my ability to make it through. We decided it would be best to rack the bike and drive to Amboy in order to make sure I wouldn't have any issues where I would be out of radio and GPS range. When we arrived in Amboy we had some snacks and prepared to ride the last leg to Ludlow but just a mile and a half from the gas station in Amboy we ran into another road block. Recent storms have taken out bridges along National Trails Highway between Amboy and Ludlow making it completely impassable. We had no choice but to rack the bike again and drive the rest of the way. 

I am disappointed I got to actually pedal so few of the miles designated for the day but just like dealing with anxiety, things come up and you have to find a way to make it work. I am fortunate enough to have a great team with me and they have kept me going whether my issues were physical, emotional, or even problems with my equipment. We did all drive the short route to Barstow to make sure my next ride would g smoothly and there would be no more road closures ahead. I am excited to get to the next few days and finish strong.

Day 17 - October 8th

 This morning started cold, 48 degrees cold to be precise. I was layered up with my sports bra, tank top, sleeves, a workout jacket, my jersey, and a windbreaker for warmth and still celebrated every second of sun I could get. I pedaled away from the Grand Canyon Caverns where we stayed last night and went West along old Route 66 toward Kingman. We were almost at our first stop when I felt the back tire of the bike get soft. I looked down and sure enough, it was slowly sinking to the ground. There was sealant in the tire so I tried to pump it back up but almost immediately we saw sealant bubbling out the side of the tire. I had slashed the tread, not just punctured the tube.

We switched bikes and I pushed on through Truxton and stopped at the Hackberry General Store. I had been there back in May and saw a keychain I wanted that said "I rode Route 66". I didn't buy it at the time because I hadn't accomplished my goal and while I still haven't quite crossed the finish line I had planned to pick it up today but unfortunately it was no longer there. We talked to the man that worked the front desk and he gave me a few ideas of places to look for it before we took snacks we purchased and sat out on the covered patio to rest for a few moments. 

As we moved on I knew I had a long stretch ahead of me. The leg between Hackberry General Store and our lunch stop at Mr. Dz in Kingman was almost 30 miles. It was also completely out in the sun and the only breeze was what I created as I rode. Not far into this part a lovely family saw me ride by and asked my chase team what I was doing. When they explained why I was riding the family donated $20 to the charities. Once again I am floored by the generosity of the people we have been lucky enough to meet. I was wearing down as we approached our lunch stop and could feel my body temperature rising so I radioed that when we stopped I needed a bottle of Electrolit, a cold water, and a cooling towel. I then focused on riding as hard as I could to reach the spot I would get what I needed.

As I pulled up to the front of the restaurant I saw someone standing there clapping for me. It was a wonderful man I know in Las Vegas who had reached out to Steve and coordinated a surprise for me. He rode his motorcycle out to Kingman just to meet up with us and cheer me on. He even was kind enough to buy me and my team lunch before we went back out on the road. We checked out the drive-thru spot across from the restaurant and got my mom another stamp in her passport before it was time to push on.

The day was heating up significantly and as I rode on toward Cool Springs I prayed for shade. I got it in the form of clouds crossing over the sun but it was brief and didn't help as much as I hoped. I stopped once again to get my cooling towel and more water before we pulled into the souvenir shop at Cool Springs. When we got there we saw several people noticing us and one guy came over to talk to me and film me for his Youtube channel. Several others took pictures with me and asked what I was doing. I felt a little like a celebrity for a couple minutes. Shortly after we arrived we noticed a small cell of thunder clouds creeping in and I jumped on my bike determined to beat them. Upon leaving Cool Springs on our way to Oatman, however, we ran into a long, constant climb filled with nothing but curves and very few guardrails. It was terrifying but I did get to see a burro heading up the mountain right at us.

When we finally made it down we passed through Oatman and headed on to Needles. We are now settled into our hotel and have accomplished several chores including changing the treads on the bike I slashed open the tire on this morning. Tomorrow is the last of my longer days and after that it feels like things will wind down quickly. I can't thank everyone who has supported me on this enough for what you have done. You helped make me believe I could do this and it has been one of the best, most healing experiences of my life. Thank you!

Day 16 - October 7th

 Flagstaff during morning rush hour can be intense. We started the ride from the VFW and made our way through the city but it didn't take long to reach the end of the side roads and start riding along the I-40 once again. Just like yesterday there were sections covered in debris and I felt like I was riding through an obstacle course but we kept going and things were going well. Just a few miles outside Parks, AZ where I was scheduled to make my first stop, I heard a series of honks. While riding there had been a handful of semis going by that honked and I couldn't tell if it was another truck or my chase car behind me. We have a signal that if I hear honks from my chase vehicle I am in potential danger and need to bail but by the time I figured out it was the car I also saw why, a large truck with an oversized load was already going by me. 

The truck barely made it passed the car that was on the shoulder behind me and if I had been over in the middle of the shoulder the part of a manufactured house the truck was hauling that stuck out would have taken me down very quickly. We made it to the exit without a scratch but I was shaken deeply by the experience. I sat and enjoyed a snack while my mom and Steve checked out the offerings at the stop. While we sat there we met a very nice couple who asked about the ride and we found out they both grew up in the midwest like we did. She even asked to take a picture with me.

After a longer than normal break I got back on the bike and jumped back on the highway. We headed toward Williams which is such a fun Route 66 city. As we got into town I started having a panic attack. The feeling of being back on the highway had terrified me. I had to pull over and take deep breaths as I talked myself down from an anxiety attack, something very familiar to those who struggle with PTSD. I knew right then I needed help from my team. So many who battle this disorder aren't able to reach out, either because they don't have the support system they need or they don't know how to ask for the help they need. It took me years to be able to say I'm not ok and need help. Today I asked for that help. I was physically capable of pedaling but I was not emotionally ok to do so on the highway. I voiced these concerns and we agreed we would drive to my stop in Seligman which would get me off the freeway.

Not only did Seligman rescue me from the I-40 but it also was a spot I have looked forward to because it is where the idea for the ride began over 3 years ago. We made a brief stop at Delgadillo's Snow Cap where I sat with Steve and launched the first plan for the ride. We also got a stamp for my mom in her Route 66 passport while eating at the Roadkill Cafe. 

The final stop for the day was 25 miles further down the road at the Grand Canyon Caverns. We got in early enough to take the caverns tour and I was thrilled to be able to show my mom something we have enjoyed in the past. Tomorrow we will be heading through some awesome places and ending in California, our 8th and final state. We are coming down to the end and I can't wait to cross that finish line.

Day 15 - October 6th

 Last night we didn't sleep the greatest. When the alarm went off this morning I had already been awake for the better part of three hours. Between noise around the hotel and bad dreams I knew I was going to struggle waking up today. Even with that personal battle though, it was one of the fastest times we have gotten ready and loaded. We took off from the parking lot of our hotel in Holbrook and within the first couple miles I was riding on the I-40.

Riding on the side of the highway was the source of many of my bad dreams. I was stressed about being that close to the fast moving traffic but having to cross over the exit and entrance ramps were probably the most terrifying part of the ride. We made it to Joseph City where we stopped to grab a quick snack. While I was eating my mom and Steve ran into the gas station we stopped at and when he came back out, Steve handed me a surprise. He got me a little stuffed bear with a Route 66 hoodie on. I have been looking for a bear to go with the Marine bear I brought with me. I named him Joey after Joseph City where he came from.

From there it was just over 20 miles to the next stop and another spot I have been looking forward to for the entire ride, Winslow, AZ. I rode my bike right up onto the park created for "Standin' On The Corner". We checked out souvenir shops where I was able to finish getting the presents for the members of my team I wanted to do a little extra for. We also had lunch at a Route 66 diner called Falcon in Winslow before heading out to a now defunct trading post called Meteor City near a large meteor crater and then another trading post in Winona.

The last leg was from Winona to Flagstaff where I had to climb up hill after hill because Flagstaff was built on the top of what feels like a mountain. Shortly after getting off the highway for the final time today I was able to get on a bike path and take that all the way to the end. It was beautiful and well maintained but the best part is that there is a section of the original Route 66 built into path so I was able to ride on a part of history. I made great time getting into Flagstaff so we had time to check out some Route 66 stops and even a museum. Tomorrow will be my last day with any significant distance on the I-40 and I know my mom and Steve will be relieved to get off that part. It has been even more work for them keeping me safe than it has for me to ride it.

After tomorrow I move into California and will be in my final state as well as getting to some shorter milage days. It is bittersweet that there is only 1 week left but at the same time I am ready to have accomplished my goal and get back home. Thank you to everyone who has been following this adventure, I hope you have enjoyed it so far.

Day 14 - October 5th

 Today was an emotional day for me. Anyone who has followed along with the stories here about the ride, or that we have talked to much about the trip, know how intertwined the memory of my dad is to what I am trying to do. He never knew the true extent of what I went through or was a part of any of my recovery. Unfortunately he passed away before I got to a point where I could openly talk about what happened in my life and how I came to be diagnosed with PTSD. He was my champion, my defender, and one of my heroes but I don't think he ever knew. We sadly never had the best communication.

The ride started on what would have been his 70th birthday. Today is officially 15 years since he passed. I knew it would be a difficult day. I started riding and as has been my pattern recently, it was an uphill climb right from the beginning. I rode to my first stop, a church in Prewitt, NM where I was grateful to get to rack the bike for the next section. I was supposed to ride across a dirt rode and with the injury to my shoulder not healing very quickly because I keep pushing it and not allowing it time to rest, it wasn't going to be possible to handle the pain it would cause to attempt such a path. We got to the Continental Divide and got the chance to take some pictures and a couple souvenirs. We then had lunch at the Route 66 Diner in Gallup, NM.

From there I pushed along some back roads where we saw the incredible scenery and even in two different places we spotted wild horses. One of the horses was scared of my bike and took off running next to the road, eventually crossing in front of me but I was going slow enough I wasn't in danger of hitting it or it hitting me. I saw prairie dogs and birds flying overhead. It was breathtaking. I rode under a beautiful blue sky with puffy white clouds and one looked like an angel wing which we all decided was a sign of my dad watching out for me. 

We crossed into Arizona, the second to last state on my journey and made our way to Holbrook. We will be taking off from a travel center here tomorrow morning and I will be pedaling along the side of the I-40 all day. I hope you are enjoying the pictures of the journey so far and we can't wait to share even more once we get to Flagstaff tomorrow.

Day 13 - October 4th

 I know it is the thirteenth day but it wasn't unlucky at all. We began the day in Moriarty leaving right from our hotel. I was on side roads in the beginning so we felt safe even though there was a little more traffic that usual to contend with. The first dozen or so miles was a climb but after that I went down the side of a mountain for close to twenty miles. I have never had to ride my brakes so much in any ride I have ever done but it was definitely the right way to go today. I admit there may have still been some trepidation about my previous crash making me more cautious as well.

Not long after I reached the bottom of the mountain I also made my way into Albuquerque. We saw a large group of hot air balloons in the distance which surprised us because the weather was cloudy and gray. I left my chase car as I rode onto a bike path, almost immediately I lost radio contact with the car. Shortly after I blew the front tire of the bike and had to call to arrange a place to meet the car to take it into a local bike shop. I want to give a huge shout out to Two Wheel Drive bike shop for jumping right in and getting us ready to go again. We made a quick stop to get my mom a stamp in her passport since it was just down the street from one of my stops. Then we were off again. I was riding and feeling pretty good when a storm cell opened up and hit so hard we once again had to rack the bike. We drove briefly to get past the bad weather and I was able to get back on at a Post Office parking lot in New Laguna.

From there I made my way back to the I-40. Today there was a much higher amount of traffic and Steve was on his CB radio almost constantly trying to let the truckers know I was there. I was hurting terribly and with clouds hanging low, swollen with rain and threatening another assault we had to make a decision to either push on until the finish or end the ride for the day. I chose to keep going. About six miles outside Grants I took an exit because the pain in my shoulder was immense and I needed the break. Steve let me know I could stay off the highway and take the road running next to the gas station we were at which was the Historic Route 66 so we figured that was our best option. I was only a couple miles out when the rain came back with a vengeance. It came down in buckets and soaked me head to toe. But I pushed on. I had Steve's voice in my radio telling me just three more miles, keep going. He encouraged me all the way through to the end and when I rode through the Neon Drive I nearly cried. The pain was there but it was also the hardest I have had to push and the most miles I have done since I was injured. 

I am still out here, digging deep, and working to do this ride for those I am riding for, the charities, and for myself as I heal little by little everyday.