I have a friend in Michigan who has started a long bicycle trip. He plans to start with his back wheel in the Atlantic and end with his front wheel in the Pacific.
Bob left Michigan by car last week, headed for New Hampshire to start his journey across the nation.
A trip like this would be a wonderful adventure, and you would be sure of meeting some wonderful people along the trail and seeing some beautiful parts of our beautiful country.
But this is a special trip because Bob is biking the trip alone — no buddies to keep him company, no friend to help with bicycle repairs, and no one to be with on those lonely roads where thoughts may be your personal safety.
Not only that, Bob is not a veteran cyclist. He only starting riding a couple of years ago, but he liked it so much that he soon got the idea for his trip. If you were to meet Bob, you might never guess he rides bicycles — he has a little paunch and, for age, he has just retired. He taught school for many years and then worked as a mapmaker for about 10 years. Familiar with maps, I don't think we need to worry about him getting lost.
In spite of all the negatives, he's going to try to go several thousand miles in all kinds of weather, over every type of terrain you can imagine, and through some nearly isolated countryside. When I think of him climbing the Rockies and crossing the Great Salt Desert, it boggles my mind.
But Bob is determined and nothing has thus far changed his mind.
Several of his friends are following him on a satellite system. Some of us hope to meet up with him for a short visit on the trail. Russell and I are following him by the satellite system. We hope to cross paths with him this summer as we go to Minnesota for a 100th birthday party. His wife plans to fly to meet him at several places along the route.
I'm not sure what I think of Bob's trip, but I hope he can do it. What a wonderful time he will have — whether he is able to do the entire trip or not. Good luck Bob and may God watch out for you.
Well, Neosho missed the storms last weekend and we also missed getting any rain. Russell and I camped out in the basement last Sunday night with our NOAA radio. We got some comfortable chairs and kept the basement door open, but nothing serious happened.
I hope the bad weather stays away from us and from everyone because so many lives are lost and so many suffer in other ways. But all we can do is just be cautious of storms and help those who do not escape.
Kay Hively writes a weekly column for the Daily News.