TOGETHER WE MADE A DIFFERENCE

This special post is dedicated to everyone who took part in the success of the O.M.E.H. Bike Tour.
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Dear Friends and Family,

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A year has passed since I was navigating my way across this great nation, from coast-to-coast, on my bicycle. This simply could not have been done without your generosity and support. I would like to thank everyone who contributed their valuable time and money towards this larger than life endeavor. Thank you for your donation to the O.M.E.H. Bike Tour and for supporting my mission.

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The O.M.E.H. Bike Tour began in Sandy Hook, New Jersey when I dipped my back tire in the Atlantic Ocean. The journey concluded 3,147 miles, 48 days, 12 states, and 8 flat tires later in Huntington Beach, California when I dipped my front tire in the Pacific Ocean, thus culminating a coast-to-coast bike ride. I met and visited with the most fascinating people from the east coast and midwest, across the great plains and southwest, and through my hometown on the west coast. The experiences I had along this incredible journey provided me with the opportunity to raise awareness for the Ordinary Men and Women who have answered the call to serve, and our Extraordinary Heroes who selflessly gave their lives for the betterment of a greater cause…Freedom.

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I will be donating 100% of the proceeds from the O.M.E.H. Bike Tour to the Freedom Alliance. Tomorrow I have the great honor of sending a check, in the amount of $1,138.63, to benefit the Freedom Alliance Scholarship Fund (www.FreedomAlliance.org/scholarship.htm), which honors the sacrifices made by America's Extraordinary Heroes by providing educational scholarships to their children.

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Additionally, I have been invited to speak to children throughout the Boise School District about my journey from coast-to-coast, the American flag, and our Extraordinary American Heroes. Speaking at schools not only fulfils the mission of O.M.E.H., but also is the most gratifying service I have been able to perform.

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Again, thank you for your generous donations and priceless support. Together, we did it. Together, we made a difference.

Semper Fidelis,

Chip Schultz

WHERE DID A YEAR GO?

Much has happened in my life since the O.M.E.H. Bike Tour.

For starters, I was so grateful to CCS for affording me the opportunity to take a leave of absence for 8 weeks. So to my surprise, immediately upon returning to work I was promoted to Assistant Manager. As the newly appointed, second in command at a store of 20-25 employees, I had lots to learn and little time to do so. Especially because this promotion was actually in addition to my current position of Corporate Trainer and Safety Coordinator.

Five short months later, due in part to company politics and a struggling economy, I was fired. Not laid-off, nor given any type of a severance package. Just simply let go...on the spot (10:30 on a Monday morning)...good-bye. I wasn't sure how to tell my wife and children about this startling, life altering, bit of unfortunate news; let alone how we would possibly survive. Needless to say, that which does not kill me, only makes me stronger.

Ironically enough, our landlord informed me, just two days later, that she was filing for bankruptcy. She said that she would be losing this house and that we would soon have to move. There was not much time for self-pity. We had four small mouths to feed. We needed a plan. And we needed to act quick.

They say when it rains, it pours. And it does. Three months into unemployment, I broke my shoulder. Nothing heroic though. I was dared to do a flip off of a 12 foot, inflatable, children's water slide. Luckily we still had a Happy 4th of July, just with a broken shoulder, no medical insurance, and a pittance of an unemployment check.

There is a light at the end of this seemingly dreary disposition. After 5 long months of unemployment, and while dealing with an ever-so-slow-to-recover injury, finally I became gainfully employed with Qwest Communications. As of September 8th, I am finally back in the swing of things. And now, I am very happy.

So how is O.M.E.H. doing? Interestingly enough, O.M.E.H. has been laden with drama as well. I have been repeatedly pestered for numbers, figures, and results, by an anonymous individual. From one week after my arrival at Huntington Beach until just recently, I have been contacted via this blog, by someone who apparently knows me, but chooses to remain anonymous. Some of their comments have been so aggravating and hurtful that I have chosen not to post them. The bothersome part is, I have no way of knowing who it is. It could be an extended member of my family, someone I may have considered a close friend, a member of the community I live in, or somebody I see on a regular basis. Every face I see causes me to ask myself, "Is it him? Is it her? Or her?"

Regretfully, I never took the time to respond to the inquiring mind(s). I couldn't. I didn't have a clue how much money would end up being donated to the Freedom Alliance. First of all, I was in the very preliminary stages of comprehending, not only what I had accomplished, but what was ahead of me as well. Second, I had months worth of receipts to process. Reimbursements had to be made. Donations were still coming in. The bottom line wasn't even in sight yet. How was I to announce a figure at such an unpredictable time.

So now, here it is, a year later. I hope to be sending the proceeds from the O.M.E.H. Bike Tour to the Freedom Alliance Scholarship Fund this month. Yes, I would like to have wrapped this up sooner. But, even in the wake of the extenuating circumstances previously mentioned, I've done my best. However, there are much greater things in store. Though it may not be another coast-to-coast journey; it will certainly entail reaching out and educating Americans.

FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS

Since the ride, I have been asked a variety of questions. The following is a list of the most common:

1. What is the mission of O.M.E.H.?
The mission of Ordinary Men-Extraordinary Heroes (O.M.E.H.) is to educate Americans about the 1.2 million Ordinary Men and Women in uniform, who gallantly laid their lives upon the altar of freedom, thus becoming and forever remaining our Extraordinary Heroes.

2. Why did you want to do a coast-to-coast bike ride?
When I was in the 7th grade a man named John Waterson talked to my youth group about his experiences riding his bike across America. Ever since then, I have always been fascinated at the concept of actually pedaling a bike from the Atlantic Ocean to the Pacific. However, I wanted to do it for something, or someone, besides myself. It wasn’t until 20+ years after being inspired by john Waterson that I found myself speaking publicly about the sacrifices made by Ordinary Men and Women, Memorial Day, and the American Flag, that I decided to actively take a greater roll in educating Americans about our Extraordinary Heroes. The O.M.E.H. Bike Tour, a journey from coast-to-coast, just seemed to be the right thing to do.

3. What kind of bike did you ride?
I rode a 30 speed Trek Pilot 5.0 road bike; a carbon-fiber frame, equipped with Shimano 105 components and a Shimano Ultegra rear derailleur.

4. What type of equipment/gear did you carry?
Other than my bike, trailer, and personal gear, I carried (either on the trailer, on my handle bars, or on my person): pepper spray, iPod, cycling computer, survival knife, BB gun, small tool kit, one set of non-cycling clothes, one set of church clothes, 3 sets of cycling clothes, cold weather gear, 4 water bottles, digital camera, video camera, extra video tapes, road atlas, extra maps, 12 spare tire tubes, tire pump, 2 bike locks, laptop computer, cell phone, first-aid kit, hygiene kit, 5 ft. copper pipe, 3x5 American flag, and a wooden flag pole.

5. How many states did you ride through?
12 total. New Jersey – Pennsylvania – Ohio – Indiana – Illinois – Missouri – Kansas – Oklahoma – Texas – New Mexico – Arizona – California

6. How long did the ride take?
It took 7 weeks, or 48 days from start to finish (42 riding days and 6 rest days). Total mileage was 3,147 miles.

7. How many miles did you ride in a day?
The trip average was approximately 75 miles per day.

8. How many hours were you riding each day?
Each day was different, as each day’s mileage was different. Under ideal circumstances I would try to average 10 miles per hour (including rest stops, breaks, and lunches). So a 100-mile day could take 10-12 hours.

9. Were you alone the whole time?
I rode solo, with no support vehicle, from Day 1 to Day 27 (Dodge City, Kansas). In an effort to prevent my knee from exploding, or my Achilles tendon from separating, I had a support vehicle from Day 29 to Day 44 (Wickenburg, Arizona). Day 45 was solo, Days 46 and 47 were supported, and Day 48 (the final day) was solo again.

10. Why did you carry the American flag with you?
As a Marine Corps veteran, I have always been proud to be an American. Shortly after 9/11 I purchased a beautiful 3x5 nylon American flag with the intention of carrying it to the top of Half Dome at Yosemite National Park. Shortly after, I carried that same flag in the San Diego Marathon; and then to the top of Mount Whitney – the highest peak in the continental United States. During those expeditions, I witnessed many people rally behind the red, white, and blue. It soon became my goal to allow that same flag to symbolize the mission of O.M.E.H. and carry it with me from coast-to-coast.

11. How did you train for this type of an endeavor?
I purchased my bike less than one month before my departure date. After which I rode to and from work 5 - 6 times (15 miles each way). I also went on 2 - 3 long rides (40 – 60 miles). The first time I had ever (in my life) ridden 100 miles was on Day 18. I think this was a test of heart more than anything else.

12. How did you navigate from city to city?
Crossroads Cycling specializes in coast-to-coast cycling trips. However, I contacted them months in advance to see if I could purchase their maps. I was told “no how, no way!” But, I was at least able to utilize their itinerary (with the exception of New Jersey and Pennsylvania). Each night I would use MapQuest and print out turn-by-turn directions to the next day’s destination. For the most part this worked well (with the exception of having to navigate across Fort Riley, Kansas or taking an alternate route to an interstate). However, no amount of chaos could ever compare to the headache of navigating one's self across New Jersey and Pennsylvania on a bicycle, using side streets only.

13. Where did you sleep?
I was fortunate enough to sleep in the extreme comfort of a hotel every night with the exception of Day 1: I stayed at the home of Kris and Jeanette Nielsen in Succasunna, New Jersey; Days 13 and 14: I stayed at the home of Steve and Tonya Denkers in Fishers, Indiana; and Day 45: I stayed at the home of John and Angie Hermanson in Blythe, California.

14. What did you eat?
In the beginning I tried to watch what I ate, looking for foods/snacks that were high in protein/carbs. But, after a few long days of burning who knows how many calories, I soon began eating anything I could get my hands on. Breakfast: a couple of eggs, toast or a bagel, and apple juice. Light lunch: maybe a piece pizza, cottage cheese if I could find it, and on rare occasions KFC or a Fillet-o-Fish sandwich. Dinner: whatever I could find. If they delivered – great, if not I’d try to find an all-you-can-eat buffet or pizza/pasta. One night I couldn’t decide between a large Dominoes pepperoni and pineapple pizza, or a 12” hot Italian sub sandwich. So I ordered both.

15. What was your favorite snack/drink?
I went through lots of “Red-Hots” and hard candy. I really loved fruit punch and lemon-lime Gatorade. But my favorite snack was definitely a 3-pack of vanilla Zingers and an ice cold Mountain Dew.

16. Did you suffer any injuries?
Due to pulling an excessive amount of weight on my trailer and handlebars (approximately 150 lbs) over the Allegheny mountain range in Pennsylvania, I suffered extreme pain in my right knee and Achilles tendon from Indiana to Kansas. Additionally, I cut my right middle finger in the spokes of my front wheel, and chipped my tooth when drinking out of a Gatorade bottle.

17. How many flat tires did you get?
8 total. The first one was on Day 1 in New Jersey. After that, I rode all the way to Day 34 without another flat tire. But, while riding from New Mexico to California I had 7 more flats.

18. What does Total Ascension mean?
My GPS computer tracked my speed, elevation, heart rate, daily distance, total mileage, and total ascension (or total elevation gained). If I climbed a 500 ft. hill in the morning, and then rode downhill 3,000 ft. all day long with another 500 ft. hill climb in the evening, my daily ascension would be 1,000 ft. Therefore, I climbed a total of 93,705 ft.

19. Did you experience any bad weather?
Yes. Lots of rain, particularly in Pennsylvania; sand storms and unimaginable winds in Kansas; other than that I had a few cold mornings and several hot, humid afternoons.

20. Where did you wash your laundry?
I liked staying at Holiday Inn Express because they usually had laundry rooms. But, most of the time I washed my laundry with shampoo in the bathtub.

21. Did you have a favorite place to eat?
On Day 5, in Huntingdon, Pennsylvania, I had the best Chicken Fettuccine Alfredo in the world. I had it delivered from “The Original Italian Pizza”, which came highly recommended. It came with a huge, fresh loaf of warm bread; a salad with black and green olives, mozzarella cheese, tomatoes, banana peppers, and creamy Italian dressing that was to die for! And of course, I washed it down with the largest Mountain Dew known to man.

22. What was your most/least favorite hotel?
The Hotel Albuquerque at Old Town was definitely the nicest. But, any Holiday Inn Express was my favorite, particularly the one on my last night in Corona, California. The Red Roof Inn in Ebensburg, Pennsylvania was probably the worst. My room was in the daylight basement, so there were 2 doors (one to the basement hallway and one to an abandoned back parking lot). All the lights were unplugged, the carpet was gross, and the bathtub was dirty. It just felt creepy.

23. How many of your days were century rides?
Of the 42 days of riding, 4 of them were century rides (12 were 90+ miles).

24. Why did you dip the wheels of your bicycle in the ocean?
It is customary, on a coast-to-coast bike ride, to dip your back wheel in the ocean you are departing from; and to dip your front wheel in the ocean you are arriving at, thus culminating an official coast-to-coast bike ride.

25. What was your longest/shortest ride?
My longest day (mileage) was Day 45: Wickenburg, Arizona to Blythe, California – 117 miles. But perhaps my longest day (physically) was either Day 1: completely lost, riding in the dark, through less than desirable parts of East Brunswick, New Jersey, or Day 27: when a dust storm literally blew me off of my bike (3 times) and I had to hitch a ride into Dodge City, Kansas. Shortest day was Day 30: Liberal, Kansas to Guymon, Oklahoma – 42.2 miles.

26. Did you have a favorite state/city/day?
I can’t begin to explain the emotion of standing in front of the “Welcome to Huntington Beach” sign; a moment of my life that I hope to never forget. Favorite State: Missouri was probably the prettiest state of the 12 - lush, green, rolling hills in all directions. It was something like I’ve never seen before - just beautiful! Favorite City: There is certainly no other city that looks like Sedona, Arizona - red rock mountains, surrounding a quaint, high-class, southwestern down town – amazing! Favorite day: Without a doubt, Day 48. This was the final day of the 7-week journey. This was the day that I accomplished my goal. This was the day that I was reunited with my wife and children. This was one of the greatest days of my life!

27. Would you ever do it again?
Coast-to-coast? No. The experiences I had on the ride and the amazing people I met will always be one of a kind. However, there are places along the route, or parts of the ride that I would like to see again. Someday, I would love to organize a 4-day group ride from Flagstaff, Arizona to Bltyhe, California. I would also like to take my wife and children (in our van) and drive from Sandy Hook, New Jersey to Huntington Beach, California - retracing my bike route turn-for-turn. I would really like them to experience and comprehend the magnitude of New York to Los Angeles.

28. What was your biggest challenge?
There were several challenges along my coast-to-coast journey, i.e., physical, mental, emotional, spiritual, technical, etc. The pain I experienced in my right knee (from Pennsylvania to Kansas) was by far my biggest challenge. Luckily I was able to apply ice (sometimes 3x’s a day). Eventually, I developed tendinitis in my right Achilles tendon. This too was a major problem, until a support vehicle arrived to carry my heavy load. Other challenges included constantly being chased by dogs, getting lost, missing my family, and having my bike break down.

29. Did you reach tour fundraising goal?
During the early planning stages of the O.M.E.H. Bike Tour, I attempted to put a dollar amount on my fundraising goal. After careful consideration, I realized that this only played into the media’s obsession with numbers and statistics, and furthermore distracted the focus from my root mission, “To educate Americans…” So in short, yes, I managed to raise enough money to support the expenses for the coast-to-coast bike ride. Additionally, 100% of the proceeds are being donated to the Freedom Alliance Scholarship Fund.

30. What is next on the agenda for O.M.E.H.?
Short term: I am currently in the planning stages for the next community Memorial Day program. After which, I would like to coordinate something specific for Veteran’s Day. Long term: In the next couple of years I would like to coordinate and lead a children’s recognition program that awards stand-out public school students (and their parent/guardian) an all expense paid trip to Washington D.C. Additionally, I would like to write a book about my experiences during the O.M.E.H. Bike Tour.

A YEAR AFTER THE RIDE

Each night, for the past couple of weeks, I have sat in front of our computer and read (and re-read) that corresponding day's post from a year ago. I can literally imagine where I rode on that particular day; what I saw, what I ate, who I met, how I felt, and the thoughts that flooded my mind.

I have compiled a 5-part series, A YEAR AFTER THE RIDE, documenting the following segments of the O.M.E.H. Bike Tour:

• The Finish Line Video


• Frequently Asked Questions (FAQ's)


• Where Did A Year Go?


• Together We Made A Difference


• The Freedom Alliance Scholarship Fund

Please continue to visit over the next few weeks as I continue to post about A YEAR AFTER THE RIDE. The following video was created by my friend Matt Worley, who captured the sights, sounds, and emotions of what will be regarded as one of the greatest days of my life. Thank you Matt, and a special thanks to all of you for your continued support.

DAY 48 - DESTINATION - HUNTINGTON BEACH, CA

Miles: 45.8 - Total Miles: 3,147 - Total Ascent: 93,705 ft.

I did it! One week ago from today I dipped my front tire in the Pacific Ocean. The experience was about as overwhelming as one could imagine. The physical aspect of completing a coast-to-coast bike ride; the accomplishment of nearly a lifelong dream; the reunion with my wife and children; the first return trip in 3 years to our hometown; and the ominous conclusion to the final chapter of this remarkable journey, had finally arrived.

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My route through Anaheim crossed the intersection of Lincoln Avenue and Rio Vista. On the northeast corner sits a Del Taco restaurant that I can still recall being a Naugles Tacos. Since the age of 10, I lived less than a mile away from what has become my home away from home (I once ate at this very Del Taco 4 times in one day). Needless to say, I took the time to go inside and have a Coke and a quesadilla. Ironically though, my friends Jacob and Dennis Irving weren't able to make it to the beach, but decided to meet me at Del Taco. John Hermanson (along with his wife, children, and his two brothers) were en route up from Indio and also decided to stop at this Del Taco. Then my in-laws happened to be at the adjacent 7-11 and noticed a bike with an American flag, so they decided to join us as well. In total, there were 15 of us visiting at my old hangout - what a great visit.

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A few miles down the road, I came across what I thought was an unruly supporter chanting, "U.S.A. - U.S.A. - U.S.A. ..." It was my old friend Tad Lindquist and his family stopping by to offer their support. In another vehicle were Tad's in-laws, also out to support. And to top it off , in a different vehicle, was another good buddy, Dave Jensen and his three sons. This 3 vehicle motorcade made for quite the entourage down the 14 mile stretch of Beach Boulevard (with no shoulder to ride on). Perfect timing - thank you all!

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It was when I reached Pacific Coast Highway that things seemed to go numb. Once I arrived at Huntington Beach I called Tracy to tell her that I'd be seeing her in a matter of moments. I also called two great supporters (and two very dear friends of ours) back in Boise to tell them that I had arrived safely. Only a couple of hundred yards to go!

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While riding on the boardwalk, if I couldn't see the finish line, I could sure hear it! Nearly one hundred family members, close friends, distant friends, and complete strangers were gathered together. Yelling, clapping, cheering, and holding various supportive signs, they all seemed to cherish the moment of my arrival. The feelings were remarkable and unforgettable, to say the least.

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Gathered together separately, were my wife Tracy and our four children Taylor (12), Aubrey (10), Hannah (8), and Jack (5 1/2). They definitely created, what I hope to have as, the most lasting impression of this journey. After we hugged and kissed, and embraced privately, they escorted me under a sign that read: FINISH LINE - O.M.E.H. BIKE TOUR - September 3rd to October 20th - www. OMEH .org - "I CAN!"

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Then we walked down to the water, as I carried my bike through the sand, to where everyone had gathered in a gauntlet. In what was perhaps the most surreal moment of the day, I looked out at the breaking waves, turned and faced my crowd of supporters and raised my bike over my head, then simply dipped my front tire in the Pacific Ocean - thus commemorating my solo journey from Sea to Shining Sea.

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.My mission was to raise awareness of the sacrifices made by Ordinary Men and Women in uniform who have laid their lives upon the altar of freedom, thus becoming and forever remaining our Extraordinary Heroes. As I read back through this blog at the comments made from both lifelong friends as well as newly made acquaintances, it is evident that my mission has been accomplished.

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I will forever be grateful to Dick Hoyt and his son Rick. Together they created a belief in my mind that "I CAN!" That belief alone has been both a comforter and a motivator over the last few months. The reality that "I DID" because I thought "I CAN!" will stay with me for the rest of my life. And now, whether YOU think you can or you cannot...you're right!

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"I DID."

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"YOU CAN TOO!"

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DAY 47 - DESTINATION - RIVERSIDE, CA

Miles: 85 - Total Miles: 3,101 - Total Ascent: 92,928 ft.

Now, I can finally smell it! I'm so close to ending this journey I just can't believe it. Today I met many different people and rode by many places that I had seen before. By best description of today, is that it was an out-of-body experience. I really can't even begin to imagine riding tomorrow. But, here are some of today's highlights:

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I was invited to KMIR, the NBC affiliate in Palm Desert, and appeared on their morning show.

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While in Indio I met up with John Hermanson's brother, Aaron (left), and his partner with the Riverside County Sherrifs Department.

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We all agreed that this would have been much more helpful in Kansas.

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Somewhere in New Mexico, I remember thinking that I would stop at the first In-N-Out that I came across, no matter what!

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Ironically enough, John's other brother, Adam, is a Code Enforcement Officer with Riverside County and just happened to drive by.

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Bruce Murrill, the father-in-law of a lady at the Blythe rally, organized a fundraising rally at The Farmhouse Restaurant in Banning. The owner, Jackie Kennedy (above), had a son who was killed in Iraq. His name was Joshua Palmer; a 26 year old Marine Lieutenant, who was shot by a sniper on April 8, 2004. Very symbolic of what this ride is all about.

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Our waitress, Jamie, made this sign for me.

This is a wall in Jackie's restaurant. It is dedicated to her late son, Joshua.

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Today was my last day with a support driver. Bernie and I have been friends since the 7th grade, more than 22 years. We got into trouble together when we were younger; both married our high school sweethearts; he was in my wedding; I was in his; he was with me on top of Mt. Whitney; and his wonderful family has come up to Boise to visit. Thanks Bernie, "You can be my wing man anytime!"

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Tomorrow, I will be riding solo and dipping my front tire into the Pacific Ocean at Huntington Beach.

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"I CAN!"

DAY 46 - DESTINATION - INDIO, CA

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Miles: 97.6 - Total Miles: 3,016 - Total Ascent: 89,311 ft.

3,000 MILES!!! What an exciting milestone this was. But, one long, boring day. John's dad, Glenn Hermanson, was my support driver today. It sure helped having him with me, especially on the decent down into Indio. I stopped at the top of today's simmit and spent some time at the General Patton museum...fixing ANOTHER flat tire!

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We were told by C.H.P. that I would not be able to be on the interstate for the decent. But, where there's a will, there's a way. I called Lisa, my Public Affairs Representative, and asked her to get me clearance...and PRESTO! That girl has the right touch. She spoke with Sgt. Elflynn of Indio C.H.P. and I was given the green light. Thanks Lisa (and Sgt. Elflynn too)!

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Once at my hotel, in Indio, Glenn told me that his family wanted to take me out to dinner. And so it was, John's Mom and Dad, his two brothers Adam and Aaron, and Aaron's wife and their two children, took me out for some great Mexican food. I think the reason I like John so much is evident in the rest of his family - just extraordinarily GREAT people! Thank you Hemanson's...for everything!

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The final stage of this journey has finally arrived. In a previous post, you might recall hearing from one of my best friends in the world, Bernie Perkins, a.k.a. my wing man (see also "MY AMERICAN FLAG" dated Saturday, August 25, 2007). Bernie arrived tonight to be my final support driver and escort me into Riverside. Only two more days in the saddle.

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"I CAN!"

DAY 45 - DESTINATION - BLYTHE, CA

. Miles: 117 - Total Miles: 2,919 - Total Ascent: 87,136 ft.

Wow, what day - I AM IN CALIFORNIA!!! Needless to say, I was pretty excited to get here! Today was simply amazing, to say the very least. I departed Wickenburg, just prior to 7:00 am, and rode 95 miles alone. John had work obligations that he had to tend to. However, after work he picked up his son, Johnny, and met up with me in the town of Quartzsite, Arizona. From there, about 20 miles, John was my support vehicle to Blythe, his home town.

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After I crossed the Colorado River I was in California. And I couldn't have asked for a better welcoming. Just off the interstate I was greeted by a Blythe Police Officer. I was given a police escort to their city park where I was greeted by more than 100 patriotic, flag waving fans. John and Angie organized an O.M.E.H. welcoming party in my honor. I will never forget the good people of Blythe. The Vice Mayor, Town Judge, VFW Commander, and a Protestant Minister were but a few of the civic leaders who greeted me. Additionally, members of a local group "The Yellow Ribbon Committee" made a special presentation. So far, this was the largest showing of support I have received on this journey. Thank you Blythe!

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Afterwards, the Hermanson's invited me to stay at their house. Angie prepared a wonderful home-cooked meal, and we really enjoyed each other's company. Thanks again John and Angie!

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"I CAN!"

DAY 44 - DESTINATION - WICKENBURG, AZ

Miles: 56.7 - Total Miles: 2,802 - Total Ascent: 85,470 ft.

In the beginning, today was little bit of a deceiving ride, but ended up being pretty spectacular. The difference in elevation between Prescott and Wickenburg is about 3,000 feet of decent. That is why I was not expecting to do much climbing out of Prescott. I climbed more than 1,000 feet within the first few miles. Then, after a nice long decent, I came upon a large, beautiful valley. Perhaps it would be smooth sailing to Wickenburg - nope! After only a few miles, it was back to more climbing.

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Last Saturday I was riding from Flagstaff to Cottonwood with Ken as my support driver. On the downhill switchbacks, I had a car pull alongside me and take my picture. I didn't think much of it until, moments later, the same car was parked on the shoulder. A man and woman were both standing outside the car taking more pictures of me. When I decided to stop and visit, they informed me that they were avid cyclists and have never seen a flag like mine mounted to a bike. Their names were John and Joanna; a married couple from Oregon. They drove to Phoenix and are cycling the surrounding areas. They actually had some great advice to offer on mapping and directions. I gave them one of my business cards, told them about my mission, and we parted ways.

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Today, 3 days and 150 miles later, we were eating lunch at a smalltown bar & grill in Peeples Valley, Arizona. I was pretty shocked when John and Joanna, the cyclists, walked through the door. They said they saw my bike (and flag) parked outside and knew it had to be me. I introduced them to my friend John and visited for a while. Before leaving, they walked me outside and we had our picture taken together. John and Joanna, what an amazing journey this has been, and how fortunate I am to have met the two of you - best of luck to both of you!

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Four miles down the road came the decent I had been waiting for. In the photo above, you can see the road is divided. The lower road is for the oncoming traffic. The upper road, a little less visible, is the one I rode on. A very well paved, one lane, one way road - what a fantastic ride, and view! I was hoping to top my speed record of 40 mph, and certainly would have if I didn't have such strong headwinds.

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If you read yesterday's post, you'll remember that John was quite excited to show off his support vehicle. Just look at him, so proud! But, because this blog is intended to be an actual account of my journey, I feel obligated to report the truth...

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It's OK John, Kia's are cool. California, here I come!

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"I CAN!'

DAY 43 - DESTINATION - PRESCOTT, AZ

Miles: 45.9 - Total Miles: 2,745 - Total Ascent: 83,186 ft.

In the words of Corporal Kevin Brooking, an old Marine buddy of mine from Georgia, (in a high pitched voice) "Whooooooo-wheeeeeeee!!!" What a climb! The elevation in Cottonwood this morning was 3,350 ft. As you can see in the photo above, I rode to the top of Mingus Summit at 7,023 ft. That's a climb of 3,700 ft. Now, it is definitely all down hill.

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Today started out with a climb right away. About 9 miles outside of Cottonwood is an old tourist town called Jerome. I've heard good things about this old ghost town/mining town. One of which is a place to eat called "Haunted Hamburger." This was an excellent choice, as I believe I had the best burger in the world (it seems this is a constant pursuit of mine).

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After lunch I continued to climb for another 8 miles. And then...what goes up, must come down. That was the highlight of today's ride - a 7 mile decent where I broke my speed record of 37.7 mph, with a 40.0 mph.

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Before dinner, John and I drove to the Arizona National Guard Armory. This is where I spent 30 days as a Marine, training with the D.E.A. In fact, the very doors behind me are the same doors that I went in and out of numerous times with Bach, Doc, Bunk, Coonass, and Anderson J., 12 years ago. What memories this ignited!

John's last day is tomorrow, so in celebration, he took me to Outback Steakhouse for dinner tonight. I must say, that having John here was a well needed dose of Comic Relief. I have laughed more in the last day and a half, than I have in the three years. Thanks John! Tomorrow we will have to get a snapshot of you and your support vehicle.

"I CAN!

DAY 42 - 6th (and final) REST DAY - THANK YOU TAYLOR FAMILY!

I'd hate to call it a bitter-sweet feeling, because there's nothing "bitter" about it...I'm ready to go home! However, for my final day of rest on this journey, I had the most wonderful time, with the most wonderful family. Meet the Taylor's. Dad (Chris), Mom (Tandy), C.J. (16), Lashea (14), and Chaz the fireball (7). They are simply the greatest, the American dream! Here is how I met them:

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A Bishop back in Boise, Idaho was looking after me, again. So, he contacted a Bishop, here in Cottonwood, informed him of my journey, and put me in contact with him. When I spoke with Bishop Taylor of the Black Hills Ward, he agreed to send someone to pick me up for church. Sure enough, Mike Gordon (the Elders Quorum President) arrived at my hotel shortly before 9:00 this morning. Of course, it was great to experience the sights, sounds, familiarities, and feelings of church. But the people here in Cottonwood are wonderful!

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Bishop Taylor invited me to his home for dinner. His wife, Tandy (those of you in Anaheim might find it ironic that there is another Tandy Taylor in Arizona), insisted that I bring my dirty laundry and wash it at their home...with fabric softener!

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Tonight will definitely go down as a highlight of this incredible journey. Not only did the Taylor's invite me into their home, but two missionaries, and a family friend as well. We ate, and laughed, talked, and laughed, just visited, and laughed a little more. Most of the laughing was at (or with) 7 year year old Chaz, he sure was a character. And quite a football player from what I'm told. He must take after his older brother. C.J. is a junior in high school and seems like a really great kid. Their daughter Lashea (or Shea) is also fantastic, very sweet, polite, quite patient with her little brother, and enjoys playing volleyball.

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The Taylor's were incredibly warm and friendly to me. They brought out a laptop computer and I was able to narrate some of the experiences from by blog to their family. I couldn't begin to thank them enough for their generosity. Chris and Tandy, I admire both of you and the great family that you have. Please visit my blog often. I hope to hear from you again someday. Thank you for your exceptional hospitality!

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And just when you thought it couldn't get any better...John Hermanson (my very good friend from California) arrived at my hotel tonight. He will be my support driver for the next 2 1/2 days. Arizona will never be the same! 42 days down, 6 to go.

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"I CAN!'

DAY 41 - DESTINATION - COTTONWOOD, AZ

Miles: 47.3 - Total Miles: 2,699 - Total Ascent: 78,710 ft.

If you have never driven along Highway 89A, from Flagstaff to Cottonwood, Arizona, I highly recommend doing so. Today was, by far, my favorite riding day! Not only because it was half the distance of the day prior and I dropped 3,600 feet in elevation; but also because the scenery was absolutely amazing.

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While eating breakfast at our hotel, I met a really nice couple. Randy and Judy Lackner are from Phoenix. Their son is attending Northern Arizona University (NAU). This weekend, coincidentally, is Parents Weekend at the college. What this meant for me was that if I didn't happen to have hotel reservations, I would not have found a room anywhere in Flagstaff. Parents Weekend is quite a popular event in this really nice town. Randy and Judy were super people. They were genuinely interested in, and excited about the O.M.E.H. Bike Tour. We visited for some time, then wished each other well and parted ways. It was very nice meeting you Lackners!

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Hey look, it's Flat Hannah! She got a piggy-back-ride from her Gramps. It was good to see Ken. Not only was he a great support driver, but we had a great time together. If anyone knows Ken...never a dull moment!

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Talk about breath taking scenery. Arizona is amazing! Just how you would picture it, this part anyway. The bridge in the photo above was pretty wild - no shoulder, just two lanes of traffic. So, when the timing was right, I was able to ride across it. Wow! And the photo above it, was taken in a quaint little town, Sedona - unlike anything you've ever seen! If you have not been to Sedona, it's a must see!

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Once we made it to Cottonwood, I was trying to get a picture of Flat Hannah with Gramps (see above). While getting Ken to "pose" a really nice family passing by asked, "Is that Flat Stanley?" When I told them that this was actually Flat Hannah, the man came over to help hold her head upright for the picture. If you scroll back up, you can't even tell that the man in the photo above, is actually standing behind Ken and holding Flat Hannah's head up. They, too, were genuinely nice people. They had just returned from a funeral. But when Ken, my spokes model, informed them of my coast-to-coast journey, they managed to stop and visit with us for a while. What great people!

Tomorrow is the last rest day of this journey.

"I CAN!"

DAY 40 - DESTINATION - FLAGSTAFF, AZ

Miles: 94.2 - Total Miles: 2,652 - Total Ascent: 77,391 ft.

From Day 1, I knew that once I reached Flagstaff, Arizona, it would be down hill the rest of the way (except for Prescott, I climb more that 3,500 feet that day). And now, here I am! But, let me tell you, it wasn't easy getting here.

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Today started better than any other day. Beautiful weather, great scenery, and excellent terrain. I rode my first 20 miles in 1 hour and 2 minutes. That actually put me an hour ahead of schedule. We stopped for lunch in Winslow. When talking to the manager, at Taco Bell, about my journey, he decided to feed us both, my father-in-law and me, on the house. Way to go Robert - we really appreciated that!

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It was after lunch that the tides changed, for the worse. The winds started gently from the south, and continued to get stronger. Towards the end of the ride, it was a full-blown headwind. I kept handing Ken my empty water bottles for him to re-fill. He would grab them from me, fill them, and then pull ahead and hand them back to me. This enabled me to ride continuously without stopping for the last 50 - 60 miles. It was a grind, but stopping and then starting again with such strong headwinds would have been very demotivating. I repeated the words of Larry the Cable Guy to my father-in-law, "Git-r-dun!" After nearly 6 weeks of pedaling, as I neared my hotel in Flagstaff, I finally caught a glimpse of the end of this journey...on a freeway sign that read LOS ANGELES!!!

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At the end of the day, I'd say today was one of the toughest rides of this journey, so far. Tomorrow I'll ride through Sedona, and end up in Cottonwood, where I'll have my last rest-day!

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"I CAN!"

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DAY 39 - DESTINATION - HOLBROOK, AZ

Miles: 89.9 - Total Miles: 2,557 - Total Ascent: 73,865 ft.

Good news/Bad news. The good news is that I didn't have to ride alone today because Ken, my father-in-law, decided to drive through the night and arrived in Gallup early this morning - wow, what a guy! The bad news is that a got another flat tire today...twice! Before I left my hotel room this morning I noticed my front tire was flat and after lunch, sure enough, it was flat again!

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But the really good news is...I'M IN ARIZONA!!! Wow, only one more state line crossing to go.

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Arizona dedicated a portion of I-40 to our Purple Heart Recipients. I was pretty impressed with this sign. It made me ponder a variety of thoughts. One of which was about a Marine whose home state was Arizona, his name was Ira Hayes. Ira was most notably remembered for his place in this photograph:

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In recent years I've become very intrigued with this photo. There is an excellent book titled Flags of Our Fathers that gives an in depth look at the symbolism of this photo (the most reproduced photograph in the history of photography), as well as the six men captured in it. That is what moved me to include this image in my O.M.E.H. logo.

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Ira Hayes is on the far left. In front of him is Franklin Sousley and then John Bradley. On the far right is Harlon Block. In the background is Mike Strank and Rene Gagnon. One week after this photo was taken, three of these men (Mike Strank, Frankiln Sousley, and Harlon Block) were killed in the line of duty. They were Ordinary Men who have become Extraordinary Heroes. Ira Hayes, who did not die in battle, was also a casualty of war. Trying to escape the horrors of his experiences on Iwo Jima, Ira Hayes drank himself to death at the age of 32.

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It's amazing what thoughts transpire just by pondering the idea of riding through Arizona. For those of you not familiar with the reasoning of my journey from Sea to Shining Sea, it's because of the men pictured in the Iwo Jima photograph, the 1.2 million men and women who have laid their lives upon the altar of freedom, the countless military service members currently making sacrifices for the betterment of a greater cause - freedom, and for the children who've been left behind.

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If you have not yet made a contribution to the O.M.E.H. Bike Tour, please do so now. Remember, All Gave Some, but Some Gave All. Thank you for your support.

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"I CAN!"

DAY 38 - DESTINATION - GALLUP, NM

Miles: 69.4 - Total Miles: 2,467 - Total Ascent: 72,181 ft.

Good news - my American Flag is operational once again! Thanks to Dan. Today's highlight was crossing the Continental Divide. This is the point that separates rainfall. West of this point, the rainfall flows to the Pacific Ocean. East of this point, the rainfall flows to the Atlantic Ocean.

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As I entered Gallup I passed a Native American Cultural Center. Displayed in the front was a really cool statue of a U.S. Marine as a tribute to the Navajo Code Talkers. The Code Talkers played a vital role in taking the island of Iwo Jima. This was quite an impressive memorial. For more information about the Code Talkers, visit www.navajocodetalkers.org

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Today was Dan's last day as a support driver. I hated to see him go, as we had such a good time. Thanks Dan, you were a great help out here!

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Tomorrow I will be riding solo. But, I will be meeting Tracy's dad for dinner in Holbrook, Arizona. He will be my support driver on Friday and Saturday. Looking forward to his arrival and assistance.

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I hope to see you all at Huntington Beach...in just 10 days!

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"I CAN!"

DAY 37 - DESTINATION - GRANTS, NM

Miles: 73.3 - Total Miles: 2,398 - Total Ascent: 70,325 ft.

We did it! Dan and I set our alarm for 6:30am so we could catch a glimpse of the balloon spectacular. And might I say, it was pretty spectacular! Three-hundred hot air balloons lifted off between 7 and 8:00am. But after we watched (and photoed, and videoed) the initial wave, it was time to get to work and hit the road.

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The ride started with quite a climb on surface streets, which made for a great view (looking back to the east) of Albuquerque. Once I was out of the city limits it was safe enough to ride on I-40. Then it was a straight shot...70 miles west to Grants.

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After I realized that I had passed probably the one-and-only Dairy Queen out here in the desert, I had Dan go back and get us a couple of Blizzards - good call! Definitely some great benefits to having a support vehicle.

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Not far from the end of today's ride, I came across a white car on the side of the road. Outside the car was a really cute family with four small children. I stopped to ask if they were o.k. or needed any help. They said that their cell phone was not working and asked if I had one they could borrow. After I handed their father my phone, the kids became VERY curious about my bike and trailer. They wanted to touch everything. They even asked if they could get in my trailer (I said no)! They weren't all that impressed that I had been riding from New York City, but they were enthralled with the copper flag pole (now lying down) strapped to my trailer. After they made arrangements for assistance, I asked if I could take their picture to add to the experiences of my journey. Very cute!

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It is nice to have real scenery to look at during the ride. New Mexico is definitely not Kansas! Dan and I went to Walmart tonight for some hardware to reattach my flag pole to the trailer. Thank goodness for guys like Dan (and Fo'ou). Arizona is just around the corner!

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"I CAN!"

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DAY 36 - DESTINATION - ALBUQUERQUE, NM

Miles: 60.2 - Total Miles: 2,325 - Total Ascent: 67,416 ft.

A slow start this morning, or may I say, a COLD start this morning. It was 41 degrees when I left the hotel - burrrr! First we went to the bike shop to pick-up my bike. All went well. They put on a new back wheel, two new tires, gave it a tune-up, and even cleaned the bike. With the drop in temperature, I decided to upgrade some of my cold-weather gear. I bought new socks, shoe covers, a head cover (kind of like a hat, for under your helmet), and a face mask. It was a great bike shop. "Rob & Charlies" is the only Trek dealer in Albuquerque, so I felt pretty comfortable. Plus they gave me 25% off everything - not bad!

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Once we were rolling, the day went great. I rode half the day on I-25 and used an alternate route for the rest. I rode through some pretty authentic New Mexican neighborhoods. Amazing architecture and culture once you're off the main drag.

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It just so happens that the largest Hot Air Balloon Festival in the WORLD takes place this week, here in Albuquerque. Apparently every single hotel room, in all the surrounding towns, is sold out...all week long! Another stroke of luck perhaps, but I was able to get a room in Las Vegas, Santa Fe, here in Albuquerque, tomorrow in Grants, and then in Gallup - thank goodness! Tomorrow morning is what they call the "Mass Ascension." 300 hot air balloons simultaneously lift off together. If we can get up early enough, we will try watch this amazing spectacle.

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Starting tomorrow I will be riding along I-40 all the way to Flagstaff, Arizona...wha-hoo!!!

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"I CAN!"

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DAY 35 - 5th REST DAY - SURPRISE!!!

Ok, as if you didn't already know from the recent comments made by some great friends and family members, today is my birthday. For the past 18 or 19 years, my wife and I have enjoyed celebrating our birthdays together, as they fall so close together (Oct. 4th and 7th). This year has been an exception, though, but we have been able to communicate and utilize this blog to celebrate, in a modified way.

You may recall from a previous post (Day 14) the day I spent with the Denkers of Indiana. In that post I explained that a good friend in California looked after me by contacting his brother in Indiana to make arrangements for my stay. Well just to prove what a good friend he really is, Dan Denkers (of California) showed up at my hotel today with a birthday cake for me (candles and all). Dan will be my support driver tomorrow, Tuesday, and Wednesday. What a guy!

No church services today. But I still had plenty to do. My brother, Rob, took me out for breakfast this morning. He then departed back to his home in Colorado. I sure enjoyed his short stay and am grateful that he came down to visit. There was laundry to be done (by hand in the bathtub) and receipts to be logged in and filed. My gear and equipment needed to be re-inventoried and I also had to go get lunch.

On our way to dinner (by the way, Dan took me to Outback Steak House for my birthday) Dan handed me an envelope that was mailed to his house. Tracy and the kids sent a bundle of pictures and letters to Dan's house so he could hand deliver them to me on my birthday - is she great or what?!?

First thing tomorrow morning we have to pick my bike up from the shop. Then a couple of errands and off we go...on our way to California, but Albuquerque first!

"I CAN!"

DAY 34 - DESTINATION - SANTA FE, NM

Miles: 69.8 - Total Miles: 2,265 - Total Ascent: 66,264 ft.

Now that I'm in New Mexico, it is my understanding that it is acceptable to ride on the interstate freeways, as there is no other route between two cities. So, quite happily, I rode on I-25 from Las Vegas, New Mexico to Santa Fe. I was discouraged at first, when I read the sign at the on-ramp that said NO PEDESTRIANS OR BICYCLISTS. Then I read another smaller sign underneath that read BICYCLISTS STAY ON SHOULDER. Go figure! I also called the State Police and was told that cycling on the interstate was permissible. But I was told the same in Pennsylvania as well - I guess we'll just have to wait and see!

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Shortly after I got on the freeway, I noticed a unique sign that just had to become a part of this blog (see above). Does that seem unsettling to anyone?

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Just a few miles outside of Santa Fe, my dad got a flat tire on his truck. Luckily he had a good spare and after 45 minutes we were up and rolling again. Until just a ways after that...I got a flat! The first one since New Jersey, so I couldn't complain, too much. But what alarmed me more than the flat was that there was a hole with "spider web cracks" in the rim of my back wheel. And to top it off, the tread on my rear tire had actually worn through - not good! I have plenty of spare tubes. I even have two spare tires. But the hole and crack in my rim was a "show stopper". Luckily I had a support vehicle and was able to get to a local bike shop here in Santa Fe. The question that has been haunting me is, "What if this had happened in Pennsylvania, or Missouri, or anywhere else?" I also just happened to print off a list of Santa Fe bike shops last night because it's time for a tune-up and tomorrow is a rest day. So, the bottom line is that I found one bike shop here in town that sells the tires that I wanted and another bike shop to do a tune-up, replace the back rim, replace my brake pads, and get me up and rolling by Monday morning. Keep you fingers crossed!

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Today was also my dad's last day as a support driver. What would I have done without him? My brother Rob, who lives outside of Colorado Springs, decided to drive down to meet dad and I here in Santa Fe. After getting situated with the bike shops and cleaned up, we went to dinner at the Olive Garden. It was a great time catching up and visiting with my dad and my brother. Thanks again dad for taking the time to come and support me on this journey - Thanks Rob for a great short visit as well!

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Two weeks from now, this mission will be complete, and I'll be spending time with Tracy, Taylor, Aubrey, Hannah, and Jack. I can't wait to see you guys!

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"I CAN!"

DAY 33 - DESTINATION - LAS VEGAS, NM

Miles: 111 - Total Miles: 2,195 - Total Ascent: 62,421 ft.

Today had all the ingredients to be a really bad day. But fortunately, luck was on my side. Last night at dinner, I asked a local man about today's route (water/fuel stops, etc.). He explained that after the first town, about 25 miles, there would be no other stops for the next 80 miles-ugh! Furthermore, he said the hills that I would climb are too tall/steep for the local school buses, therefore they take a different/longer route to avoid the hills. Oh great! Also, today's mileage was supposed to be 109 miles. On standard days, I try to average 10 miles an hour (including stops). Today could have easily been upwards of a 12 hour day, which would have entailed riding in the dark. And to top it off, last night (while at the hotel) we had a thunder, lightening, and rain storm that packed a pretty good punch. This morning, though, nothing!

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That's right, no rain today! It was a long desolate ride though. Thank goodness I had my dad close by to aid in my progress. The day started when we passed two large tarantula spiders - very cool (of course I took a picture of them)! As for the hill climb, sure...it was a bear (I gained 1,000 ft. of elevation in 3 miles)! But it gave me something to do other than focus on where the road meets the horizon 20 miles away, which has been the standard since Kansas.

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After 2,100 miles, my trailer gave in to the load and tension caused by my American Flag and pole. I heard a "rubbing" sound only to discover that the frame support tube literally snapped in half and the flag pole was leaning back against the tire! My only options were to remove the flag/pole and place them in the support truck, or to lay them both down on the trailer dummy rigged with coat hangers and duct tape. Which do you suppose I chose? Hopefully, when time permits, I can reattach the flag so that it can fly properly.

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I found out tonight that my support vehicle driver (from Thursday, Oct. 11th to Saturday, October 13th), canceled due to family circumstances, and will not be able to provide support. So this post now serves as an open invitation to anyone who may want to contribute some of their time to the O.M.E.H. Bike tour by providing a support vehicle for these three crucial days near Flagstaff, Arizona. If you are interested, please contact me at semperfichip@yahoo.com or (208) 713-7976, or contact Lisa Gropp, O.M.E.H. Public Affairs, at (208) 440-1515. Thank you!

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"I CAN!"

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DAY 32 - DESTINATION - TUCUMCARI, NM

Miles: 94.7 - Total Miles: 2,083 - Total Ascent: 56,984 ft.

"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Tracy. Happy birthday to you." Thank you for indulging me, but today is my wife Tracy's birthday. I wish I could be there to help her celebrate. But, considering the circumstances, this will have to do. Happy birthday honey!

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Only 10 miles into the ride today, I pedaled my 2,000th mile! I was on the phone with Tracy (singing Happy Birthday to her) at the time, so now it was a memorable experience for both of us.

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Just before the half-way point of today's ride I crossed my 9th state line. I am currently in NEW MEXICO! It is very apparent that I'm in the west now. The dry ground, sage, and vague presence of rocks and mountains are reminiscent of California (and Idaho for that matter).

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Quite a ride today. From the start, we went 65 miles without passing a gas station, food establishment, or so much as a water stop. But we were prepared and had plenty of water and snacks to get us by.

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Once we arrived at our hotel (Comfort Inn) they informed me that their Internet service is down. Blast! So, thanks to the good people at the Hampton Inn for allowing me to use my charm and talk myself into being able to use their business center.

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I am definitely getting closer - I can feel it now. Big day tomorrow - 109 miles with a pretty good climb.

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"I CAN!"

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DAY 31 - DESTINATION - DALHART, TX

Miles: 72.9 - Total Miles: 1,988 - Total Ascent: 54,539 ft.

Howdy y'all! As quick as Oklahoma came, it now lies in the ranks with New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Missouri, and Kansas. Because tonight I'm in TEXAS! I have been looking forward to this part of the journey from the beginning. I knew when I hit Liberal, Kansas, the next week would go quickly. Then that would leave me with only 2 weeks until the finish line. Of course, I still need to finish this week!

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Today went well. Pretty windy though. And a whole lot of Oklahoma and Texas nothing. At the border is a town called Texhoma. Strange town; the state line runs right down the middle of it. And in Texhoma is, on California standards (or even Boise, Idaho), a seemingly quaint place to eat called the Texhoma Livestock Auction Restaurant. It is said to have good food and great prices (or vice-versa). Either way, we decided to stop. Yes, the food was good (or great). It seems like everywhere you go in this part of the country, they serve steak! Not only did I have the guts to walk in and sit down among a room full real cowboys (hats, buckles, boots, even spurs) while wearing "biker tights", but I also ordered a BLT!

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After lunch, we walked around the corner to watch, and listen to, the Livestock Auction. Now that was a cultural experience. So much so, that I went out to the truck just to get my video camera. There I sat, in an arena (room) full of country-bumpkins, who were bidding on anything from baby calf's (single or groups), and momma cows, to full blown bulls (aggressive ones, too). So, in my typical fashion, I just HAD to roll some video. The auctioneer was classic!

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As we were leaving, this authentic group of Texan Cowboys was fanatically curious about my bike and trailer, as well as who, when, what, where, and why the heck I was riding a bicycle to California. So fellas', it was great meeting you. Take care and best of luck to y'all!

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Tomorrow is a special day, for more than one reason, and I can't wait!

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"I CAN!"

DAY 30 - DESTINATION - GUYMON, OK

Miles: 42.2 - Total Miles: 1,916 - Total Ascent: 52,703

"We're not in Kansas anymore, Toto!" I have been waiting to say that for a long time. A major milestone of this journey was Kansas. It seemed like most situational scenarios revolved around Kansas, "If you make it to Kansas, this." or "By the time I get through Kansas, that." And now, I'M IN OKLAHOMA!!! Yee-haw!

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Today was an excellent day. Pretty short mileage, but lots of excitement. No need to draft behind the truck, as the winds were fairly manageable. At one point, I was actually riding with one hand, on the phone with Tracy with the other, and going up a long, long, steady incline while maintaining 21 miles per hour, it felt great!

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Shortly after I left Liberal, KS, I crossed the state line into Oklahoma. That concludes the longest, most monotonous portions of the ride. Not long into Oklahoma, along Hwy 54, I came upon a town called...Hooker. One could only imagine the variety of innuendo that was in that sleepy, little town. For example, the mascot for their competitive baseball team is the Horny Toads. Anyway, when looking for a decent place to eat lunch I was referred to Pizza On Broadway.

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This amazing little restaurant is owned and operated by a sweet lady named Hattie Marie Davis. Hattie has been in business for 21 years, at the same location. She truly loves people and is fortunate to have her daughter working with her. They seemed pretty intrigued in my journey, as we sat and visited for nearly an hour. By the end of our stay, Hattie gave my dad and I one of her 20th Anniversary t-shirts that reads "Hooker P.O.B. (Pizza on Broadway) 20", she invited us to sign the actual wall of her restaurant, and she informed us that our lunch was her treat - she picked up our tab! How nice can someone be? Hattie named her restaurant P.O.B. not just because it's on Broadway Street, but because she has a dream to be able visit New York City and go to a show ON Broadway. Hattie, thank you for a wonderful time! Best of luck with your future and I hope you make it to New York, it's an incredible place to visit. You and your daughter are wonderful people!

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Shortly before our destination of Guymon, dad and I separated momentarily while he sped up ahead for an urgent "pit-stop". It was a bizarre case of comic relief when I came up over a hill, only to learn, perhaps why I had been pulled over twice on this journey...like father, like son.

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"I CAN!"

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DAY 29 - DESTINATION - LIBERAL, KS

Miles: 89.6 - Total Miles: 1,873 - Total Ascent: 51,751 ft.

Guess what? IT'S OCTOBER!!! Today was my first day with a support vehicle - the difference was definitely noticeable. I used my dad's truck to carry the weight of my yellow bag (filled with all the gear from my trailer), my red bag (with the heavy items on the handlebars), and most importantly...to block the wind!

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On my last full day in Kansas, I finally found the "Yellow Brick Road." Our first item on the agenda was "to get out of Dodge"! (I've been waiting to say that - tomorrow I'll have a better one.) Once rolling, I was noticeably faster. In fact, I rode in a completely different gear configuration. For most of the ride, I stayed about 3 - 9 inches off of my dad's back bumper. His tailgate window was open, so we had fairly easy communication as well.

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We stopped at a little hole in the wall burger place called "Bob's". The food wasn't bad, but I thought it was odd that the bathrooms had a toilet only, no sink! All in all, today went well. Night and day difference between the circus stunts that I was a part of on Saturday.

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I can't believe I'm only 4 miles away from being out of Kansas. This week should go by pretty fast: Today in Kansas, Tuesday in Oklahoma, Wednesday in Texas, and Thursday in New Mexico. Soon I'll be able to smell the salt water of beautiful Huntington Beach, California.

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"I CAN!"

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DAY 28 - 4th REST DAY - HANGING OUT WITH MY DAD

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Today I drove my dad's truck to the LDS services with the Dodge City Ward (first time I had driven in four weeks, kind of weird!). It had that familiar atmosphere that was very welcoming, but also a slightly different feel as well - only about 50 people in the congregation, very small! If you were awaiting the next addition of "It's a small world" here it is: Two missionaries greeted me at the door. After introducing ourselves, I learned that one of them is from Boise, Idaho and the other is from Laie, Hawaii. To the Hawaiian Elder I replied that I have a brother-in-law from Hawaii who used to perform at the PCC. He asked what my brother-in-law's name is, to which I replied, "Fo'ou Makaafi." The Elder then said, "Oh, I know him. He is friends with my Uncle." Isn't it a small world? Even way out here in the middle of Kansas.

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Of course, today also called for the typical duties of blogging, laundry, phone calls, map checking, etc. My dad really wanted to visit "Boot Hill". Not being much of a western fan, I was unaware of the significance - but soon was enlightened. My dad, however, he grew up adoring just about any western that would come on the TV. So, needless to say, we had a great time (especially my dad). It was neat to see him recall part of the history he grew up with (that makes it sound like my dad grew up in the wild west - ha! ha! But you know what I meant).

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We had a great time today just hanging out, looking at maps, and prepping his truck for the next leg of this incredible journey. Tomorrow night will be my last night in Kansas!

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"I CAN!"

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DAY 27 - DESTINATION - DODGE CITY, KS

Miles: 87.o - Total Miles: 1,784 - Total Ascent: 49,429 ft.

The hotel I was at last night, in Great Bend, was by far the worst so far - just a dirty place. The bathtub did not drain well...at all. For those of you that know me, you can imagine my displeasure standing in an unfamiliar bathtub, with grime and water up to my shins - yuck!

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It only got worse. Today was, by far, the most difficult day of riding. I wouldn't be a bit surprised if it ended up being THE WORST! Did I say yesterday was flat? Silly me, it looks like I spoke too soon. Because today I saw flat, flat, flat! Now, how about wind? Did I mention that it is windy in Kansas? At dinner tonight, I read on the menu that Dodge City is the windiest City in the country. Allow me to testify....

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As I was leaving my hotel room this morning, I heard on the Weather Channel that the winds would be 25 - 30 miles an hour; with gusts blowing at 40 - 50 miles an hour! Can you imagine that? I'm not so sure you can. What should have been a 7 hour ride, ended up taking 8 hours...to the half way point! At times, I was riding between 3 - 5 miles per hour. Shortly into the ride I noticed a dust storm up ahead. My options were limited to turning around and going back, or carrying on and going through it. So, upward and onward I went.

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I came across a group of American Legion motorcyclists. They indicated that they were having a picnic nearby, but that their annual "ride" had been canceled...because it was too windy for those big harley's to stay on the road. So, where did that leave me? On the ground. That's right, while pedaling along, with no cars in sight, the wind (literally) blew me off of my bike. One moment I am standing up, looking down, pedaling with all of my might; and the next moment me, my bike, and my trailer are laying in the grass alongside the road. What's worse, is that this happened 3 times! One time, as I was picking myself up off the ground, I felt a pain in my ear. When I felt it, the ear-bud of my iPod was still in my ear (under my headband), but the wire had been ripped off. When I would notice an 18 wheeler coming, I would literally stop, spread my legs for stability, put my head down on my handlebars, and hold on. Needless to say...it's windy!

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Once I arrived at the half-way point, or just beyond it, I realized that if I were to continue along, I would reach Dodge City somewhere around midnight (if I survived). Again, those of you that know me, know that "I can't" is not allowed. After all, whether you think you can, or cannot, you're right, right? Which also brought to my mind something that a wise man once told me, "It's easy to be hard; but it's hard to be smart." That being said, my number one obligation is to my wife and children. The support that I receive from them definitely warrants common sense decisions in return.

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So, at a gas station in Kinsley, as the sun was getting lower in the sky and the winds continued to blow, I attempted to hitch a ride 37 miles to Dodge City. I waited to find, what I thought was, the right person. Up pulled a pickup truck with a man and lady inside. After the man got out (wearing boots, wranglers, hat, belt buckle, the whole nine yards) and walked towards me, I approached him with one of my cards, explained why I was out here, and asked if I could give him $20 for a ride into Dodge City. He said that I would have to wait a moment as he would have to check with his wife. I watched him get back in his truck, share my card with his wife, and simply drive away. Blast! After waiting nearly 30 minutes for another pickup truck, I began to grow impatient. Two Mexicans pulled up with some construction equipment in the back of their truck. They appeared to be hard working laborers. I explained myself to the one, who translated to the other, and they agreed. Relieved, but apprehensive as well, I loaded my bike and trailer into their truck bed, and got in their truck and off we went...to "get into Dodge."

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I told them they could just drop me off at the city limits. But they said they would take me right to my hotel. I have to admit that as I listened to them communicate in Spanish with one another, as well as on their cell phones, my apprehensions grew. I made a conscious decision to keep my small tote-bag, with my survival knife, in my lap and also said a prayer. Moments later we arrived, in one piece, at the Dodge City Holiday Inn. After unloading, I handed the driver $20 and they both refused to take it. I even insisted, but they said they were just glad to help. How foolish I felt, and how thankful I am to Edgar and Beto. Thank you guys!

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At dinner tonight, my waitress was so impressed with my journey, that she asked for my autograph! What made it funny, was the only thing she had for me to sign, was the back side of a photograph of her and her husband! How funny is that?

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The solo portion of my journey ended today. If my right leg is going to survive the second half of this ride, then it is going to require a support vehicle to carry some of the load. My dad arrived tonight, and will drive along for all of week five. As the winds continue to blow, I'll be able to use his truck as a shield. Thanks Dad, for coming out here. What a day!

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"I CAN!"

DAY 26 - DESTINATION - GREAT BEND, KS

Miles: 66.4 - Total Miles: 1,697 - Total Ascent: 44,609 ft.

When I was in the Marine Corps they talked a lot about complacency. It is dangerous to be complacent. When you become complacent, you fall into a routine. This is when you are the most vulnerable to the unexpected. At the beginning of this journey I was totally on guard. Constantly checking and rechecking EVERYTHING. I was fearful that something would get left behind. So this morning, I stopped at a gas station/mini-mart (like I have routinely done the last 25 days). I took in both of my water bottles to fill with ice water and bought one bottle of lemon-lime Gatorade. All went well, without a hitch. With a slight tail wind, I was riding 12 - 14 miles per hour. Seven miles down the road (about 30 minutes into today's 6 1/2 hour ride) I reached down for one of my ice cold water bottles...gone! I couldn't believe it. What had I done? I became complacent and left behind my absolute most valuable tool. It could have been worse, though. On my trailer, I've been carrying two extra water bottles; to be used only in an emergency (like when I run out of water between stops). I also had a cold Gatorade in the back pocket of my jersey. Looking at my map (another valuable tool) I saw that the small town of Lyons was about 30 miles ahead. Once there, I cleaned off and re-filled my back-up water bottles, gave a quick phone call to Tracy, and ate a small Blizzard at Dairy Queen. I lucked out!

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A nice flat ride. Still lots of nothing. The afternoon portion of today's ride "blessed" me with a 15 mile an hour wind from the south (my left). Every time an 18-wheeler would pass, and temporarily block the wind, I would nearly fall into his back axle from overcompensating the wind. Will probably laugh more at that once this is over.

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I lowered my seat at the end of yesterday's ride. I recalled the pain in my Achilles tendon starting when I raised my seat, back in Indiana. What do you know...no tendinitis pain all day. It's still swollen and tender to the touch, but not a bother while pedaling - today anyway. On the flip-side, I had more knee pain. So tomorrow I need to flip a coin to determine which part of my leg I'll sacrifice - ha! ha!

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It feels surreal to be, not only in Kansas, but in the second half of this journey. And what a journey this has been. This journey has taken many forms since it's inception weeks ago. What started as a planning journey, soon became a physical journey. The physical journey then became an emotional journey, which then became spiritual, and then mental. Ironically, I now find myself planning the completion and finish of this incredible journey.

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I love you all. Thank you for your prayers and encouragement. Your comments strengthen me daily.

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"I CAN!"

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DAY 25 - DESTINATION - McPHERSON, KS

Miles: 63.3 - Total Miles: 1,631 - Total Ascent: 43,082 ft.

Most of you have heard the expression, "Flat as a pancake." In fact, we have probably all said it at one time or another. But after today, I firmly believe that unless you visit Kansas, somewhere west of Abilene, you have no idea what flat really is. Thank goodness the winds weren't that bad, or it could have easily made 60 miles of flat riding seem like 60 miles uphill. In it's own way, Kansas is actually beautiful - just a lot of beautiful nothing.

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I stopped for lunch today in Salina (Sal-eye-na), at a quaint little burger place called "Bogey's." (not pizza!) The food was good, but the milkshakes were GREAT! I was so impressed that I walked back out to my bike and got my camera, just so I could take a picture of the menu that showed the 88 flavors of shakes that you could choose from! I ordered a rootbeer shake, and it was awesome.

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As for the tendinitis - more ibuprofen, more ice. I actually felt a burning sensation today that was pretty uncomfortable. Ironically though, the moment I stop pedaling, the pain goes away. But this too shall pass.

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I spoke with my daughter Taylor tonight. How great it was to hear her voice. Just to hear about the basic stuff that's going on in her life made me really miss her. And also it made me remember that much greater sacrifices are being made by dads for up to 15 months at a time, while not on a bikeride, but while wearing the uniform of a United States Military man, and while serving in harms way. I miss Taylor, Aubrey, Hannah, Jack, and my wife, Tracy very much. October 20th will be even closer in the morning.

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"I CAN!"

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DAY 24 - DESTINATION - ABILENE, KS

Miles: 101 - Total Miles: 1,567 - Total Ascent: 42,491 ft.

As an optimist, I am very humbled and extremely proud to inform you all that as of tonight, I have completed 1/2 of this journey! Only 24 days until I dip my front tire into the Pacific Ocean.

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Big day today - lots to talk about. So, here we go... This morning, early into the ride, I was dealing with typical mind games. I would think to myself, "Wow, you have so far to go - even 100 miles, today!" When, amazingly, amidst the brief period of discouragement, I looked up, and saw a billboard that I have never in my life seen before. (For better understanding of why this was so symbolic, please read the post dated August 4th.) How great it was to have a man like Dick Hoyt inspire me here, in the middle of Kansas.

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However, today's highlight, thanks to Lisa Gropp, my Public Affairs Rep., was being greeted at the main gate of the Army base at Fort Riley - "The Big Red 1" 1st Brigade, 1st Infantry Division. Master Sergeant Crabtree and his assistant were there at the gate to greet me. We talked about my mission, my experiences, the history of his unit, "The Big Red 1", and took photos. Msgt. Crabtree then presented me, on behalf of Colonel Ingram - (Brigade Commander), with their unit coin - a keepsake token of honor and respect. Then, a member of the base public affairs showed up, camera and all, and conducted an interview with me to be used for their base media. To Msgt. Crabtree and the soldiers of "The Big Red 1" - thank you for your time, your service, and your sacrifice. I was then given permission to ride across the base, where I visited a remarkable veteran's cemetery, and exited through the west gate.

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Considering that I'm not in Pennsylvania, and trying to find the middle of nowhere, I decided to try Interstate 70 (AGAIN). It seemed like a good idea at the time. Little did I know, that the Kansas State Police also has an Officer "Schmucketellie." Needless to say, I received an escort to the very next off ramp. It wasn't all bad, considering I at least made it 15 miles before being detected!

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Once on the surface streets, a lady by the name of Debbie Clark pulled up beside me and asked if I was "the guy riding coast to coast." She was quite excited and asked if I would pull off to the side. Debbie got out, asked to take my picture, made a donation to O.M.E.H., and said how thrilled she was to see my coverage on last night's news!

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Once in Abilene (at the recommendation of Steve Reichle) , I ate dinner at the Brookville Hotel - a world famous family style chicken dinner restaurant. This place was truly unbelievable. They have been in business since the 1870's! Their menu consists of only one dinner:

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One half skillet chicken

mashed potatoes and chicken gravy

family recipe cream style corn

baking powder biscuits

relishes

sweet/sour coleslaw

cottage cheese

home style ice cream

(plus 5 Mountain Dews)

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Not bad for $13.50! So the next time you are driving through Abilene, KS, you MUST stop at the world famous Brookville Hotel for the best dinner you will have ever had!

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Thank you all for your support of my mission, and your interest in my journey. I have received some excellent advice for my tendinitis, and even spoke with a nurse at a sports medicine clinic in Topeka. Lots of ice, ibuprofen, and careful riding. I hope to see you all at the Huntington Beach Peir on Saturday, October 20th.

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"I CAN!"

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DAY 23 - DESTINATION - TOPEKA, KS

Miles: 80.4 - Total Miles: 1,466 - Total Ascent: 40,952 ft.

Definitely not a yellow brick road. There were severe thunder and lightning storms and rain, rain, rain - all throughout western Missouri and eastern Kansas last night and this morning. Because my American flag extends nearly nine feet in the air (with a five foot copper pipe), I had to delay my start time so as not to be a rolling lightning rod! Once underway, it was still cold and wet, but not too much thunder and lightning.

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Today's highlight was crossing into Kansas. I wasn't able to pose in front of the sign, as it was suspended above the bridge, half-way across the Missouri River. I put my life on the line just getting this shot! So far, Kansas isn't much different than Missouri - I hear it really flattens out west of Abilene.

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Towards the end of today's ride, an SUV pulled over in front of me and a news crew popped out, camera and all. They asked if I was the "guy riding coast to coast" and if they could interview me! They were with channel 27, NBC's affiliate out of Topeka. After the interview, they continued to "leapfrog" with me for a few miles - racing up ahead of me, quickly jumping out, setting up the camera, and then video me riding by - strange.

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Some of you expressed an interest in the next installment of "it's a small world." So, here ya go... I received a phone call yesterday from a friend back in Boise, Megan Reichle. She explained to me that her husband's uncle, Steve Reichle, who lives in Topeka, Kansas, has been reading my blog and wanted to meet with me if at all possible. I actually spoke with him on the phone, and he invited me to stay at his house, but it was just a bit too far off my route. So, after I got cleaned up, Steve came to my hotel, and took me out to dinner - what a fantastic guy! It was fun to visit and communicate with someone other than Flat Hannah. Steve is a really neat guy, we have lots in common and really seemed to enjoy each other's company. Thanks for dinner, Steve - let's keep in touch. A big thanks to you too, Megan, for looking after me!

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I hope we're not developing a pattern, but with my right knee on the mend, my right Achilles tendon is on the fritz. Very painful, swollen, and a "clicking" feeling when I move my foot. Tracy's research shows that it may be tendinitis, which calls for two weeks of rest, and that's just not an option. Anyone have any other advice?

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"I CAN!"

DAY 22 - DESTINATION - ST. JOSEPH, MO

Miles: 73.0 - Total Miles: 1,386 - Total Ascent: 39,518 ft.

Another great day! Missouri sure turned out to be my favorite state, so far. Same navigation as the last couple of days, straight west on Hwy 36. One thing that sets Missouri apart from the rest of the trip is the roadkill. Since the beginning (back in New Jersey) the variety of roadkill has consistently been deer, raccoon, opossum, cats, and occasionally birds. However, right when I crossed the Mississippi River into Missouri, the variety has been limited to snakes and frogs. Many snakes. Fat, black ones. Anywhere from probably 2 - 4 feet long, yikes! And then the frogs - oh how I hope Erin Kailiponi is reading this! The frogs in Missouri, first of all, are definitely classified as road kill. These are are the biggest, fattest frogs you have ever seen. I actually had to steer around a dead frog simply because I didn't want to wreck if I hit it. Looking at my laptop computer, I'd say that some of these frogs are bigger than the length AND width of my laptop! Imagine that Erin: frogs, huge frogs, big fat juicy dead frogs...by the hundreds - ugh!!!

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At lunch today, I was approached by a friendly couple, Jim and Kathy Dome. They, originally from Denver, Colorado, sold all of their possessions and now live out of an RV traveling the country. When I saw them, they were on their way to Atlanta, Georgia. As they approached, Jim asked where I was riding from (you would be amazed at how much attention one attracts by pulling a trailer with a bicycle through the middle of nowhere). When I told him New York City, he seemed quite thrilled. In my traditional fashion, I handed him one of my cards and invited him to visit my web site. But, while opening his wallet, Jim asked if I would accept a cash donation. Of course I said, "Yes!" and thanked him sincerely. Then we parted ways...until I was in line at Wendy's and heard a strange voice say, "Hey Chip, come on up here, I'm going to buy your lunch!" Apparently Jim wasn't finished being generous. So, to Jim and Kathy Dome, whom I met in Cameron, Missouri, thank you for you support, your kindness, and your generosity.

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Tomorrow's forecast calls for rain and thunderstorms, from here to my destination of Topeka, Kansas - how much fun will that be?

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"I CAN!"

DAY 21 - 3rd REST DAY - CHURCH, LAUNDRY, BLOGGING

Of course, when you exert your body beyond a reasonable limit of physical activity, it needs a break. For this reason alone, I am thankful for today's rest. Otherwise, I would just as well keep on keeping on. After all, the surest way to measure any real sense of progress on this journey is to hear the rubber of my tires roll across the asphalt and to arrive at a different hotel each night.

The High Priest Group Leader at the Chillicothe Branch of the LDS Church picked me up at my room this morning. He travels more than 30 miles (one way) to get to church. Large boundaries here in this part of Missouri; the Chillicothe Branch covers nearly 200 square miles. Today was the Children's Sacrament Meeting Presentation (CSMP) back in Boise, which I regretfully missed. Coincidentally, the Chillicothe Branch had their CSMP today. So, yet again, I felt a connection to my children while we are miles apart.

I really got a kick out of, both, the differences and the similarities, in such a small community like this. I met a man whom I might speak more of at a later date. In the short time I spent with him, he made a profound impact on me, my mission, and my existence. I can only hope that, maybe by a chance, I was able to have a possitive impact on him; and more importantly he might be able to comprehend the miracle of forgiveness.

Other duties today included updating my website, laundry, phone calls, dinner, and more packing. Oh, as if I weren't already armed enough, I picked up another defense mechanism for those blasted dogs. Because there have not been many here in Missouri, I wonder what the future holds. I know I won't have to worry about losing my balance while swinging a stick or crossing my fingers in hopes that the pepper spray makes it into the dogs eyes before he sinks his teeth into my leg. Now, I will simply aim and pull the trigger...on my new BB gun!

It's time for round two at the Golden Corral Buffet. Kansas is just around the corner.

"I CAN!"

DAY 20 - DESTINATION - CHILLICOTHE, MO

Miles: 60.7 - Total Miles: 1,313 - Total Ascent: 37,110 ft.

I like Missouri, alot! If you have an opportunity to look at a map, do so. Notice the locations of Quincy, IL and St. Joseph, MO. Now take note of Highway 36, running east to west between the two cities. This is my method of travel across Missouri. That is how I wanted to cross Pennsylvania - straight and direct, although that was an interstate.

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Today was my favorite riding day, so far. Just a short 60 mile ride across an absolutely beautiful countryside. I was warned (at the bike shop back in Quincy) that the dogs in Missouri are very aggressive. Luckily for me, Highway 36 is a U.S. route. Which means there aren't too many houses along the way. And therefore, no dogs!

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This also made my navigation extremely easy: depart hotel - 0.1 mi., enter Hwy 36 west bound - 59.8 mi., take Chillicothe exit north - 0.1 mi. It was almost hands-free navigation, just pedal west. On top of that, I had a 5 - 10 m.p.h. tail wind the whole way.

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The road conditions were great as well - much better than yesterday. Between Hannibal and Macon, MO Hwy 36 is only a two-lane Hwy (one lane each way) with no shoulder, literally. But, between Macon and Chillicothe it is a four-lane Hwy (two lanes each way). To my advantage, they are still just finishing up construction. So, today I had my own, private lane - coned off and everything, for about 50'ish of the 60 miles (see photo below)! Add in the short mileage, pretty sights, no dogs, and a tail wind, and now you can see why today went so well.

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A Bishop of mine back in Boise, ID contacted a Bishop here in Chillicothe to coordinate my arrival. So, tomorrow morning someone will be coming to my hotel to give me a ride to church - now how great is that?

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I have lots to do tomorrow (laundry, re-organize, pack, more blogging, etc.). I know it will go fast.

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"I CAN!"

DAY 19 - DESTINATION - MACON, MO

Miles: 79.3 - Total Miles: 1,252 - Total Ascent: 35,637 ft.

Wow! What a day - where do I start? Let's go with...The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly.

The Good

They do not allow pedestrians (including bicyclists) on any of the local bridges crossing the Mississippi River. So after calling and chatting with the Watch Commander at the Quincy Police Department about what I'm doing and why, he scheduled an official police escort for me to cross. I even asked my escort, Officer Eric Johnson, if he would hold my video camera and capture the moment. Without hesitation, he placed the video camera on his dashboard and recorded the entire crossing. Once on the other side (in Missouri) we visited for a bit, and then he took my picture in front of the Missouri sign - what a great guy! Thank you Officer Johnson!

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When pulling into a convenience store parking lot in Shelbina, MO, I hesitated for a brief moment (keep in mind I am in the middle-of-nowhere, Missouri). Crowded around a couple of pickup trucks were about a dozen or so guys (football jerseys, sleeveless shirts, rolled-brim John Deer hats, chewing tobacco, the whole nine yards - even a baseball bat or two). As I approached (in my biker tights and all) I clearly caught their attention. The comments were coming rapidly. Soon they ALL approached me, gathered around my bike, and seemed more shocked at what they were seeing than what I was seeing. They turned out to be the coolest group of high school football players that you've ever met. They were quite rowdy (preparing for their big game that night) but wanted to know EVERYTHING about me, i.e. where I was from, where I was going, when I started, when would I finish, what happened to my finger (see "The Ugly" below), what all gear I had, what the stick was for, etc., etc., etc. These kids even insisted on buying me a Gatorade! It turns out that their ring-leader, Sony Fuller (white t-shirt - on my left), is in the delayed-entry-program to join the Marines. He plans on attending boot camp on January 3rd and then coming back and graduating from high school in his dress blues. Semper Fi Fuller! And best of luck to the South Shelby Cardinals Football Team.

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The Bad

The head winds today were horrible, 15 - 25 knots. At times, I was averaging 7 -8 miles an hour. This can make a short 70 mile day seem like a very long day.

At about mile 50 (30 miles to go and late in the day) I heard something sticking to my front tire. Fearful that it might be a thorn, I did the old cyclist technique of using the webbing between my thumb and forefinger, and very lightly rubbing it on the tire (while on the go - just behind the forks, underneath the front water bottle cage). I was probably going about 10 - 15 miles an hour, when somehow, my middle and ring fingers (right hand) both got caught in the spokes!!! It would have probably brought tears to a "normal guys" eyes. Although I did have to stop and get off the bike, squat down, and try not to become nauseous. But, because my first-aid kit was buried in the trailer and I was racing to get to the hotel before sunset, I just let the blood clot-up and dry, continued on, and took care of it at the hotel.

I'll keep my other fingers crossed for smoother sailing tomorrow.

"I CAN!"

The Ugly (prepare yourself)

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DAY 18 - DESTINATION - QUINCY, IL

Miles: 109 - Total Miles: 1,173 - Total Ascent: 33,882 ft.

Today was my first century ride...ever! Probably my best riding day so far. The morning was especially great - no head winds, and flat. I was averaging 16 to 18 miles an hour for the first three to four hours. Luckily, my head was clear and time seemed to pass smoothly...for the first eight hours. The last hour always seems to drag.

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Good news! My right knee did not feel a lot better - it felt 100% better - all day long! Considering this was my longest day yet, this is the day I was most apprehensive about. But thanks to your prayers, for now my knee feels great. Thank you all!

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I can only imagine that Missouri is going to be full of dogs because (more good news) today, not one dog!

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Upon arriving in Quincy, my bike was in serious need of a tune-up. So I had to ride (after already completing more than 100 miles) from 54th street to 8th street, and then 11 blocks south on 8th street, to find a bike shop! They did a tune-up, adjusted my gears, put on a new chain, and sold me a bottle of chain lube. Now it rides like new again.

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Today's high was definitely getting to see the Mississippi River - WOW! On the other side lies Missouri, but we'll save that for tomorrow.

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"I CAN!"

DAY 17 - DESTINATION - SPRINGFIELD, IL

Miles: 92.8 - Total Miles: 1,064 - Total Ascent: 32,160 ft.

1,000 MILES!!! Today was a big day. Very happy about the big "mile stone." I called my good friend, Bernie Perkins, at 999.9 miles and celebrated the big 1,000 with him. Very cool!

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Today was a lot like yesterday. Long and flat - windy and corn, corn, corn. No dogs again - except for a tiny little yapper that nearly got clobbered by a car trying to get to me!

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Stopped for lunch at Monical's Pizza in a favorite town of Elliott Jones - Clinton, Illinois. I was really pleased that Robin, who worked there, allowed me to eat at the buffet free of charge. How nice was she! (I only had one slice of pizza and some cottage cheese - but still very nice!) Thanks Robin!

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It was a forty-five mile stretch from Clinton to Springfield and not one gas station, convenience store, or place to refill my water bottles. Out of desperation, and just a few miles outside of Springfield, I stopped at a random business hoping they would have a drinking fountain. Thank goodness they had bottled water - COLD bottled water and allowed me to fill both my water bottles - Whew!

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I was told by my uncle that a great deterrent for farm dogs is an "air horn." So, at the first sight of a Walmart I went in and bought two... bring it on!!

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Being that Springfeild, the capitol of Illinois, and a very historical town, is the birth home of President Abraham Lincoln, I found it very appropriate to take a small detour and visit his tomb. In the photo above, you'll see that I took "Flat Hannah" along with me.

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So far, most of Illinois has been completely bland - similar to the photos below. Until next time.... "I CAN!"

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DAY 16 - DESTINATION - CHAMPAIGN, IL

Miles: 80.7 - Total Miles: 971.3 - Total Ascent: 31,261 ft.

Well, there was power in my hotel room when I woke up this morning. And more good news...NO DOGS TODAY! That is a testimony of the power of prayer, truthfully. How about some more good news...I'M IN ILLINOIS !!! Wow! Slowly but surely, this journey is beginning to show progress.

I rode past the Illinois State Prison in Danville . Literally, right past it. I could see the guards in their towers. A slightly unsettling feeling riding 10-12 miles an hour, alone, through miles and miles of nothing but cornfields, and very slowly approaching and passing an ominous maximum security prison, all while waving a large 4x6 American Flag. Kind of wild.

The physical demands of this are ride are as to be expected. The knee was a bit more bothersome today. Had a lot to with flat, or slightly inclined, terrain accompanied with a good amount of a head wind. Although, the morning part of the ride was great. I rode 40 miles in three hours - that was pretty good! But the mental demands of hours upon hours of pedaling past long, straight roads lined on both sides with cornfields seem to be tougher to overcome. None the less…

“I CAN!”

DAY 15 - DESTINATION - CRAWFORDSVILLE, IN

Miles: 59.4 - Total Miles: 890.6 - Total Ascent: 29,899 ft.

I know I already mentioned how great the Denkers are, but today when I woke up, I found an envelope with an enclosed letter and a donation to O.M.E.H. from their sweet daughter, Tara. She expressed her appreciation for my efforts and supporting our heroes. What a great kid - thank you Tara!

Today on the road, a few miles outside of Fishers, my phone rang with an unidentified phone number. When I pulled over to answer it, I heard a crazy person saying, "Schultzy, Schultzy, is that you?! This is Anderson!" It turns out that my old Marine buddy, Justin Anderson (we served together in Bangor, WA, 29 Palms, CA, and Okinawa, Japan with Jason Bach whose comments are throughout this blog), while getting his kids ready for school this morning, saw a segment about me on the morning news. I haven't seen or heard from Anderson in over 12 years. What is hilarious, is that he told me if I ever make it up to Boise, Idaho, I'd always have a place to stay! Neither of us realized that we have lived in the same town for the last three years! Is that incredible, or what? Needless to say, I know now that we'll be in touch forever. Thanks Anderson.

Today's ride was great! If you've never been to Indiana, it's pretty darn flat - (the main reason the ride was great) - there are LOTS of corn fields! Had to find a bike shop in Carmel to lube my chain and cranks. Dogs were minimal, only one small chase. The ride was short and flat so today the knee wasn't too bad. Loved the colors in the photo of the tractor, I thought it was something my son, Jack, would like to see.

After checking into my hotel, while preparing to get in the shower, the power went out! So after showering in the dark, I went down to the lobby to inquire about the power outage. Turns out that it was a massive power outage that not only affected our hotel, and the Burger King and McDonalds across the street (I still hadn't eaten dinner), but it affected a ten mile radius and squelched my chances of finding anything to eat! So, I went into the restaurant within our hotel, to see if I could at least get some bread and butter, and some water. They told me that since the power had only been out for 20 minutes, I could help myself to whatever food was still warm in the buffet! They handed me a flashlight and a plate and pointed me in the right direction. Through the beam of my light, I could see steam coming off of the fried chicken, roast beef, fish, corn, and potato casserole. I ate like a King.... for free! Not bad, considering I also got my room 50% off.

Tomorrow, I should be in .... Illinois.

"I CAN!"

DAY 14 - 2nd REST DAY - THE DENKERS

The Denkers - what a great family! Today I woke up to the smell of homemade waffles. I went to LDS Church services with Steve and his family at the Fishers 2nd Ward. This could sound silly, but it was a surreal experience. The warm smiles, welcoming handshakes, smells of perfume, and sounds of children laughing and crying made me really miss home. I watched couples holding hands, families talking, and thought alot about Tracy and the kids - I miss them so much!

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Then I thought about our brave men and women serving this great country. I realize that they are not just away for seven weeks, but seven to seventeen months. They are the ones who are making sacrifices so that we can pursue our dreams. To them I am thankful.

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While staying with the Denkers, I lived and ate like a king. Steve and Tonya Denkers live in a beautiful neighborhood in Fishers, Indiana (20 minutes northeast of Indianapolis). They have four children - two are away to college. Tara and Matt are still at home. Tara is 16 and a junior in high school. She is a great figure skater and a sweet modest girl. Matt, just turned 14, is a freshman. He is recovering from a fractured back, but loves diving. From what I've been told, you may end up seeing him in the Olympics.

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Thank you Denkers family for your exceptional hospitality! And thank you Dan for looking after me.

DAY 13 - DESTINATION - INDIANAPOLIS, IN

Miles: 60.5 - Total miles: 831.2 - Total Ascent: 29,029 ft.

I think I discovered why I was bothered by dogs in Ohio...to prepare me for Indiana. I was chased a number of times today. So much that I finally resorted to stopping and parking my bike/trailer at a small, quaint cemetery (when you're in the middle of nowhere, finding a place to park the bike/trailer can be quite a task). I walked about 200 feet to find a branch that would suffice as a dog-club. Now, with this branch mounted on my handlebars, I am ready for battle.

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As I entered a small intersection in Losantville (lou-saint-ville), I noticed a police car stopped with it's lights flashing. I also noticed people standing on both sides of the street. I was certain there had been some sort of accident. What I came to find was that it was the cheerleading squad from Union High School in nearby Modoc, IN. They were simply stopping all of the cars and soliciting donations for their cheerleading fundraiser...with the help of police. Ah, the joys of living in a small town! So I told them my name, explained my mission, became a proud donor to the U.H.S. cheerleading squad, and headed into the corner gas station to find some lunch - homemade chicken salad sandwich, yum! Perhaps what became one of the highlights of my journey so far was that four of these girls (who had heard about me on the local news) followed me into the store to ask for...my autograph! Is that cute or what? I ended up getting my picture taken with them and even decided to interview them for my video journal. Another lifelong memory - thank you girls, I hope you continue to follow my journey.

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Many of you know of our good friends in Anaheim, CA - the Denkers. Dan called to inform me that his brother Steve and his family live near Indianapolis in a town called Fishers. So when I arrived at a gas station near Fishers, Steve Denkers came to pick me up and invited me to stay at his house for tonight and tomorrow night (2nd rest day). They took me out to dinner at an all-you-can-eat pizza place. I am so thankful for the great friends that I have made in this life.

DAY 12 - DESTINATION - RICHMOND, IN

Miles: 93.8 - Total miles: 770.7 - Total Ascent: 28,087

Today was another early day, as I knew I had a long way to go to Richmond. By the way, I'M IN INDIANA!!! Yes - that felt great! I can't believe that I've already pedaled across New Jersey, Pennsylvania, and Ohio.

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Mostly uneventful (again). Although I chipped my front tooth. I was taking a routine drink of Gatorade, when along came a bump in the road, and - crack! I don't think it's anything noticeable. If you look closely, you can kind-of tell. But, I can feel it, and it's rather bothersome.

My mom's sister had three daughters - a blond, a brunette, and a red-head. I can remember, as a kid, my Aunt Annie and her family. What I do vaguely remember is the youngest, Jenny the red-head, being born. Because this was nearly 24 years ago, I have absolutely no clue what any of the Mantini girls look like. Yesterday, I received an e-mail from my cousin, Jenny. She explained that she is attending her final semester of graduate school, just outside of Richmond. To make a long story short - Jenny came to my hotel in Richmond and we went out to dinner at the Texas Roadhouse - yum! It was really neat getting acquainted with a family member that I would not have met had I not embarked on this journey.

Coming across the Indiana state line was a super feeling of accomplishment. I had to get creative as the cameraman though, I used the timer for this shot! Three states down, eight to go!

"I CAN!"

DAY 11 - DESTINATION - MARYSVILLE, OH

Miles: 97.6 - Total miles: 676.9 - Total Ascent: 26,218

Today started early. Began riding at 7:22 am. Quite uneventful though, as I needed a good long day of riding in order to make it to Marysville, same plan for tomorrow.

It seems that I have solved the bladder issue. I have also confirmed that my heart rate monitor is accurately operational. While riding around a quiet country corner early this morning, I realized that I lost my helmet mirror - bummer! I also realized that my pepper spray was no longer on the back of my left hand - big bummer! Here is the bladder/heart rate part: A few minutes later, as I was approaching a questionable looking house on the right...I nearly wet myself. Two large, loud, aggressive, fast, guy-on-a-bike eating dogs bolted off their quiet, shaded porch. My kids are always impressed at how I can identify the make and model of a car, long before it approaches; the same goes for dogs. But I don't have the foggiest idea what kind of dogs these were, let alone what color (I think one was brown). I distinctly recall the "click, click, click" sound of my gears shifting, and the few words that I shouldn't have said, as I began to pedal faster than the speed of light - Wow!!! Oh, and I know my heart rate monitor is working because it went from about 120 bpm to 170 bpm in about 10 seconds. I'm thinking of buying a gun!

I've done a lot of reflecting along this journey about those Extraordinary Heroes that have gone before us. May God bless each and every one of them. And may we all remember what they lived for and what they died for - all gave some, but some gave all.

By days end I was ready to get to a hotel.

"I CAN!"

DAY 10 - DESTINATION - WOOSTER, OH

Miles: 78.8 - Total Miles: 579.3 - Total Ascent: 22,856 ft.

Great day today! Got kind of a late start - didn't feel well during the night. Once I finally got going though, all was well. The two employees at the Red Roof Inn, in Boardman, were super nice. One of them, Eric, was quite inquisitive about the coast-to-coast concept.

Had a pretty good head wind (not good), but to be expected as I'm riding the recommended route...backwards. Also, I bought a knee brace for my right knee. It's been bothering me for the last couple of days. Hope it helps!

At the beginning of today's ride, I saw some kids playing out in front of Berlin Center Middle School. Wanted to video my conversation with some of the kids, but the principal said she would have to have parental consent first. So instead, I visited for about ten minutes, and answered questions from about a half dozen 8th grade girls. It was fun!

Met one of the nicest guys in the world at a pizza place on the corner of SR224 and SR44. Bob was his name. He actually came out of the restaurant just to visit with me and ask a few questions. I gave him one of my cards and invited him to follow along on the blog. Bob had some kind words of encouragement for me, and then we parted.

As I entered the City of Akron, I saw two Harley Davidson biker guys. Their bikes were all decked out with American and POW flags, so I decided to stop and visit with them. Bill Blondeaux and Tracy Douglas were their names. Both retired Army - super cool guys, very interested in my mission! I invited them to visit my web-site and in turn, one of them had a media contact that he called on the spot to promote the O.M.E.H. Bike Tour. He actually handed me his phone and the local TV reporter asked me a few questions prior scheduling an interview...we'll see what blossoms.

Ohio is beautiful. My wife loves red barns and there's a ton of them out here. After tonight, only one more night in Ohio - wow!

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"I CAN!"

DAY 9 - 1st REST DAY - MY DAY WITH A GIANT

Ben Roberts was born two doors down from the house he sold just last year. A WWII veteran of the U.S. Navy, he married my Grandmother 62 years ago. After she recently passed away, he held an estate auction. Every possession he owned, he sold. For 71 of his 82 years, he lived on the same street in Conneaut, Ohio (Daniels Avenue). A retired crane operator at the Lake Erie Docks, my Grandpa could do anything, if he hasn't already. Today, he lives in Chardon, Ohio with his son and daughter-in-law. On top of his dresser sits one of his only possessions, a picture of my Grandmother.

This is the man who has been my Grandfather for 34 years, my role model, my giant.

It was great to spend time with Grandpa. Sure did seem different without Grandma. Last night he and I went out to dinner at the Olive Garden - all you can eat soup, salad, and bread sticks. Boy can he eat! We started off today with breakfast at IHOP. Afterwards, we went to Best Buy for a new bluetooth-headset (mine broke). Then back to the hotel for my phone interview with KTVB channel 7 - Boise (thanks to my Public Affairs rep. Lisa Gropp). We went to the post office to mail tape #1 to the O.M.E.H. Bike Tour video producer (sounds pretty official - huh?) and then picked my bike up from the bike shop (all freshened/tuned up). Shortly thereafter, we shook hands and I watched my giant of a role model drive away.

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Six years ago today, our country witnessed evil. But more importantly, we witnessed Ordinary Men becoming Extraordinary Heroes. I pondered much today about the heroes of 9/11, which strengthened my resolve and my desire to keep on pedaling.

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"I CAN!"

DAY 8 - DESTINATION - YOUNGSTOWN, OH

Miles: 65.8 - Total Miles - 500.5 - Total Ascent - 20,557 ft.

FINALLY!!! I saw the first bit of light at the end of the Pennsylvania tunnel. It may have only been a simple sign, but what a victory it felt like to know that I had made it into Ohio. As I prepare myself for many more ups and downs in the coming weeks, I am ecstatic to report that Pennsylvania is a thing of the past!

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From the kind lady and her daughter on the streets of Stroudsburg, to the helpful bike shop employee in East Stroudsburg, to Mary Stutzman's thoughtful directions, to the vets at VFW Post 5010, to the guy I interviewed in Bloomsburg, to the kids at Three Brothers Pizza, to Annette and the ladies at the Mt. Union gas station, to Judy of Kittanning, and to Officer "Schmucketellie" for making me take the scenic route... thank you all for the great experiences in the beautiful state of Pennsylvania!

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As a buckeye native, it brings back memories to see the street/city names here in Ohio. Perhaps the most welcome sight so far, was my Grandpa Roberts sitting on the front bench as I rode up to my hotel here in Boardman, just south of Youngstown, OH. Tomorrow will be my rest day so I can spend time with my Grandpa.

DAY 7 - DESTINATION - KITTANNING, PA

Miles: 57.1 - Total Miles: 434.7 - Total Ascent: 17,583 ft.

Today, Sunday, was supposed to be a rest day. But without a church of any denomination nearby my hotel in Ebensburg, I was too antsy to sit around and rest. So off I went! The day started out when I drove over the BIGGEST grasshopper I have ever seen. Right after I heard the loud crunch, I felt a big wet splat on my left knee!

Shortly thereafter, I came across this neat sign that reminded me of growing up near the Amish Country Northeastern Ohio. I did get to see an amish horse and buggy today, but not close enough to get a good picture - he probably wouldn't have appreciated that anyway!

The weather took a turn from the typical sunny, hot, and humid days earlier in the week, to overcast, cloudy, with light sprinkles - perfect riding weather! Perfect until about an hour into my ride - the skies opened up, and it rained, rained, rained, all day long. Some would have found that to be very annoying, but because I was prepared, it was a nice change of pace.

Upon arriving in Kittanning, I had to cross this bridge. It sure was beautiful!

Tomorrow I'll be in..... OHIO!

"I Can!"

DAY 6 - DESTINATION - EBENSBURG, PA

Miles: 53.1 - Total Miles: 377.5 - Total Ascent: 14,233 ft.

Yes, Annette, I did go over Cresson Summit. Thanks for the forewarning! In the photo above (from about 1/8 of the way up), you can see it was quite a climb. All in all, today went great. Climbing to the top of Cresson Summit was definitely the "high" point. I ate a couple slices of pizza for lunch and spoke with Tracy on the phone. She had each of the kids ask me a question about the ride, so far. I loved hearing their perspective of what I might be dealing with. Such as, "Are you leaving a trail of sweat on the road?" I miss them so much already, only 6 more weeks to go.

I thought you might enjoy seeing how my gear is positioned on my handlebars. So, on my left wrist is my watch (obviously) and on the back of my hand is pepper-spray (farm dogs). Next to that is my iPod, then my Garmin GPS Cycling Computer. To the right of that is a Remington 6" Straight Blade survival knife - you just never know! The red pouch is a water-proof handlebar sac that I keep miscellaneous stuff and valuables in. And on top of that is clear plastic water-proofing for my maps and a picture of Tracy and the kids. See you guys on October 20th. "I Can!"

DAY 5 - DESTINATION - HUNTINGDON, PA

Miles: 79.2 - Total Miles: 319.0 - Total ascent: 11,001 ft.

What a day! Just arrived at the Comfort Inn. Woke up early and had a great ride. Had two fillet-o-fish sandwiches for lunch in Lewistown. Met some really nice ladies working at the mini-mart in Mt. Union. They offered me a "short-cut" to avoid a major hill climb and it worked like a champ. "Thank you ladies!"

If you ever happen to find yourself Huntingdon, Pennsylvania you MUST eat at The Original Italian Pizza (814) 643-5520. I had the best Chicken Fettuccine Alfredo in the world. I wondered if it was just because I was so exhausted that cat food would have tasted good - but no, this was excellent! I had it delivered to my room along with a huge, fresh loaf of warm bread, a salad with black and green olives, mozzarella cheese, tomatoes, banana peppers, and creamy Italian dressing that was to die for! And of course, I washed it down with the largest Mountain Dew known to man...

Which reminds me; Today was my fifth day on the road, and each day I drink at least 4-6 bottles of water (not soda) and two Gatorades. Not once have I had to use the restroom prior to arriving at my hotel, around 7:00 pm'ish. Does this sound odd to anyone? Or am I simply sweating off all of the fluids before they reach my bladder?

DAY 4 - DESTINATION - SELINSGROVE, PA

Miles: 57.9 - Total miles: 239.8 - Total ascent: 8,606 ft.

Pennsylvania is absolutely gorgeous! Thought this was an interesting memorial in a little town called Nescopeck. Today was the first day of hassle-free riding. Although, I did make a quick stop at a K-Mart to buy some pepper spray (those farm dogs out in the country can be pretty bothersome). I also managed to find a KFC at lunch time - yum! yum! I am making a video journal of my thoughts and experiences along the way. As I was nearing Selinsgrove, I stopped at Three Brothers Pizza to refill my water bottles. These four employees were beside themselves that you could actually pedal a bike from New York to L.A. I had enough time, so I broke out the video camera, snapped this photo, and interviewed the girl in the red. If the ride itself weren't unique enough, these experiences sure will make great memories.

DAY 3 - DESTINATION - HAZLETON, PA

I wish I had gotten pulled over for a speeding ticket! But instead, I was told by this Pennsylvania State Police Officer that I am not allowed to ride on the interstate. I called ahead of time to inquire about obtaining a permit and was told that it was not necessary. So now, instead of riding on a nice 6 foot wide shoulder, in the photo above, and taking a direct route across Pennsylvania, I am required to stay on the State Highways which only have a 12 - 24 inch shoulder along one lane, instead of two, that don't run on a directional grid, where cars and trucks travel just as fast as the interstate, and aren't regularly patrolled by police. Frankly, I am 10 times as safe on the Interstate than on State Highways. Anyone want to try and convince the Pennsylvania State Police to grant me a permit to ride along Interstate 80?

With the exception of a late start due to GPS complications, thanks to my wonderful wife for resolving it online and walking me through the reboot process, and being pulled over by a State Trooper, today's ride went well. When I am moving and know where I am going, I feel strong and motivated. It's the uncalculated glitches that slow me down and drive me crazy. Until tomorrow...

DAY 2 - DESTINATION - STROUDSBURG, PA

1st state border crossing. Today was much better than yesterday. Only a few minor glitches with mapping. You've gotta love technology though; I called Bernie Perkins in Orange County, California (via a bluetooth headset, so I can ride and communicate). He was able to Mapquest my location (or Google Maps) and take me turn by turn back on course. That has definitely been the most valuable tool so far.

The photo above was taken from a walk bridge over the Delaware river just prior to crossing into Pennsylvania.

The support I'm getting from friends and family is what will take me the distance. I love you all!

DAY 1 - DESTINATION - SUNNASUCCA, NJ

At 9:05 am (pacific time) I did the ceremonial wheel dip in the Atlantic Ocean. My departure point was actually from Sandy Hook, New Jersey. You can see the Manhattan skyline in the background. Turned out to be a discouraging day with my first flat tire and getting lost in East Brunswick, New Jersey. Also, the combined weight of gear and trailer exceeds 100 pounds. Needless to say I'm quite exhausted. Day 1, 80.39 miles in exactly 13 hours!

You will be seeing more of that paper doll. It is based on the children's book Flat Stanley. My daughter Hannah's second grade class is currently working on this project and has asked me to participate. So, where will "Flat Hannah" pop up next?

THE DEPARTURE

I flew out of Boise airport at 12:58 pm on Saturday, September 1st. After a two hour layover in Salt lake City, I landed at JFK Internatonal, New York City, at 11:01 pm. I was very fortunate to have a good friend, Kris Nielsen, who lives 45 minutes outside of downtown Manhattan, come pick me up at the airport. I stayed at his house, went to church with his family today, and just returned from an amazing visit to Ground Zero. Kris and his family will be taking me to Sandy Hook, New Jersey tomorrow for the commencement of this long awaited for journey.

MY AMERICAN FLAG

I depart for New York City one week from today. I have purchased my bike, the trailer, all of my equipment, and most of my gear. Now it's time to edit my packing list and make any final preparations.

Notice the American Flag in the photo above. I purchased that flag shortly after 9/11 and wanted to do something special with it. In the summer of 2002 I lead a group of men to the top of Half Dome in Yosemite National Park. While carrying my flag up the cables, perhaps the most dangerous part of the hike, the bottom eyelet tore and the flag, only attached by the top eyelet, was blowing like a wind sock. Instantly a complete stranger ran up to my location, pulled out his survival knife, cut off his own bootlace, and reattached the flag. I remember him telling me, "I served in the Navy and love the American Flag!"

One year later I had a desire to do something special with with my American Flag again. I was already registered to run the 2003 Rock'n Roll Marathon in San Diego, California. So I decided to carry my flag with me. On the day of the 26.2 mile race, many people questioned how often I would be "switching shoulders". In the Marine Corps there was only one way to carry the flag, on your left shoulder. And so it was, I carried the flag on my left shoulder the entire race. People responded with admiration and love, not for me, but for seeing the American Flag fly in such a unique manner.

In the early spring of 2004 I read a book titled How to Climb Mt. Whitney in One Day. After months of training, planning, and searching for seven competent hikers, we made our journey to the top of Mt. Whitney, the highest peak in the continental United States. Together we had all of the necessary equipment for this adventure, including my flag. But in the early morning hours of our assent, long before the sunrise, we lost or first hiker to altitude sickness. I just never thought it would be me. I can recall Bernie Perkins, my best friend who was with us that morning, saying, "I've been his wing-man for 19 years, so I'll take him down the mountain." Feeling violently ill, perhaps sicker than I've ever felt, Bernie and I went down the mountain with my flag. Not able to live with that failure, I made the necessary arrangements and made it to the summit of Mt. Whitney one month later with Bernie Perkins, Jim McDonald, and my American Flag.

I have very deep feelings of respect and pride for the American Flag. I have witnessed how it can inspire other people and understand that men and women are willing to make great sacrifices for it's preservation. This is why I will be taking my American Flag, still labeled with that Sailor's boot lace and bruised from the rocks of Mt. Whitney, with me on my journey from Sea to Shining Sea.

THE BIKE IS IN!

Trek Pilot 5.o

For the many requests I've received, this is the bike I will be riding from New York City to Huntington Beach, California. If you are a cyclist then you may want to know that this is a 30 speed Trek Pilot 5.0 road bike. A carbon-fiber frame, equipped with Shimano 105 components and a Shimano Ultegra rear derailleur. I purchased it from Georges Cycles & Fitness here in Boise, Idaho. The store owner, Mike Cooley, is a big supporter of what I am trying to accomplish and gave me a 20% discount. Thank you Georges!

MY EVENING WITH MR. HOYT

In the picture above, I am standing with the incredible Mr. Dick Hoyt. Dick is a world renowned motivational speaker. Last week, my wife and I had the amazing opportunity to meet him at the Qwest Arena here in Boise. For those of you who are not aware, Dick is often referred to as "The World's Strongest Dad."

Forty-two years ago, the Hoyt's gave birth to a son, Rick, with cerebral palsy. As a quadriplegic and unable to talk, Rick communicated through a special computer that he uses with his forehead, that he wanted his father to push him and his wheelchair in a five mile race. Not being a runner, Dick accepted the challenge. Afterwards Rick communicated that during the race, while his father was pushing him, it felt like he was not handicapped.

For the past 27 years, this inspiring duo has competed in over 945 athletic events across the world. Together, Team Hoyt has competed in 25 Boston Marathons as well as eight Iron Man triathlons (2.4 mile swim, 112 mile bike, 26.2 mile run)! Particularly inspiring to me, Dick also pedaled the two of them across the country on a coast-to-coast bike ride.

Team Hoyt travels the globe educating and promoting the Team Hoyt motto, "Yes You Can!" As a tribute to Dick Hoyt and his remarkable physical accomplishments, I am having "I Can!" sewn on the back of my jersey for the O.M.E.H Bike Tour.

Please take 4 minutes and 13 seconds to watch their touching video, I CAN ONLY IMAGINE.

O.M.E.H. LETTER WRITING CONTEST

The winner of this year's letter writing contest, Christina Schaeffer, was invited to the Idaho State Veteran's Cemetery to read her letter at the 3rd Annual Memorial Day Ceremony. Among those present were General LaFrenz, Commanding General Idaho National Guard, and Governor "Butch" Otter.

Christina, a fifth-grader at Trail Wind Elementary School in Boise, was selected from nearly 100 participants as this year's winner. Her entry was titled, What the American Flag means to me:

What I like about the American flag is the colors and what they represent. Red is for the blood that was shed by our brave soldiers, those who fought for our country, years ago and today. Red also represents valor and bravery. Blue stands for vigilance, perseverance, and justice. White stands for purity and innocence. The stars on the flag have a meaning too, they represent our 50 states. Finally, the 13 stripes represent the 13 Colonies.

The flag represents our soldiers who fight for freedom, who died for our freedoms, who risk their lives for our country. The American soldiers are brave and courageous. When I see flags flying, I think of our soldiers. I think of my friends who have moms or dads in the military. I appreciate the men and women who are American soldiers and flying the flag honors them.

What I also love about our flag is it represents my home. It shows I live in America. When my family flies our flag, it shows that we respect the people who live in America and the soldiers that work for our freedom and security. When our county was attacked by terrorists, people hung their flags from their houses, had stickers of the American flag on their cars, and even wore American flag pins to show we were strong. Looking up my street where I live and seeing all the houses with the American flag flying, made me feel proud. High in the air, our American flag waved freedom upon us.

The American flag is my favorite flag. It is a beautiful flag. It shows that America is strong, and that the American people are united.

Congatulations Christina! Thank you for your time, efforts, and sincerety.

O.M.E.H. PHOTO ALBUM

As a young Marine at the School of Infantry - 1991.


Our wedding day - July 17, 1993.


Operation United Shield in Mogadishu, Somalia - March 2, 1995.


Home from deployment; seeing my daughter for the first time - 1995.


Reuniting with my Corpsman, "Doc" Dunkerly, at an O.M.E.H. event - 2001.


Holding Old Glory on top of Half Dome, Yosemite National Park - 2002.


My friend, the late LtCol. Tom Wall, USMC, (Ret.) on Memorial Day - 2002.


The Schultz kids on the 1st anniversary of September 11th - 2002.


A Civil War reenactment, Huntington Beach, California - 2002.


Carrying Old Glory 26.2 miles in the San Diego Rock 'n Roll Marathon - 2003.


Brigadier General Robert L. Stewart, USA, NASA Astronaut (Ret.)
at the Mayor's Prayer Breakfast in Anaheim, California - 2003.


This Heroes Gauntlet, with members of the U.S. Army, Navy, Air Force,
Marines, Coast Guard, Anaheim Police and Fire departments, welcomed
guests at an O.M.E.H. event - 2004.


Key-note speaker Walter Ehlers at an O.M.E.H. event - 2004. Mr. Ehlers,
whose brother was killed on D-Day, is the only living recipient of the
Congressional Medal of Honor from the invasion of Normandy.


Boy Scouts of America, Troop 159, reenact the flag raising over Iwo Jima,
at an O.M.E.H. event in Anaheim, California - 2004.


Visiting with Gold Star Mothers on Memorial Day - 2004.


September 27, 2004 - Carrying Old Glory to the top of Mt. Whitney,
the highest peak in the continental United States (14,496 ft).


Guest-of-Honor Bernard Fisher at an O.M.E.H. program in Boise, Idaho - 2005.
Mr. Fisher was the first member of the United States Air Force to receive
the Congressional Medal of Honor during the Vietnam War.


The Schultz family at a Memorial Day ceremony - 2005.


Josh Stone, whose father, Maj. Gregory Stone, was killed at the beginning of
the Iraq War, presented a memorial wreath during an O.M.E.H. Veteran's Day program
at Trail Wind Elementary School in Boise, Idaho - 2005.


Then Congressman C.L. "Butch" Otter on Memorial Day - 2005.
Today "Butch" Otter is the Govenor of the State of Idaho.

Guest Speaker Idaho Supreme Court Justice Daniel Eismann at an O.M.E.H.

Veteran's Day Program in Boise, Idaho - 2006. Justice Eismann, a two-time Purple

Heart recipient, served as helicopter door-gunner during the Vietnam War.

O.M.E.H. BIKE TOUR, FROM SEA TO SHINING SEA

In the last 20 years, over 15,000 members of the United States military service have given their lives defending our country. More than 3,400 Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen, Marines, and Guardsmen have been killed in the war on terror, leaving behind approximately 2,000 children.

In the fall of 2007 Chip Schultz will embark on a month-long journey across America on a bicycle. His goal is to raise money and awareness for the bravery, dedication, and heroism exhibited by more than 1.2 Million Americans who have laid their lives upon the altar of freedom, thus becoming and forever remaining our Extraordinary Heroes.

Sixty percent (60%) of the money raised will be donated to the Freedom Alliance Scholarship Fund, which honors these Extraordinary Heroes, who have sacrificed life and limb, by providing educational scholarships to their children. The remaining forty percent (40%) will be used to accomplish the mission of O.M.E.H. and to establish O.M.E.H. as a non-profit organization with 501(c)3 status.

On Monday, September 3, 2007, Chip will depart New York City on his bicycle. Pedaling From Sea to Shining Sea, and averaging 80 miles per day, he will celebrate his victory upon arriving in Huntington Beach, California on Saturday, October 20, 2007. Chip will be making time to speak with children at schools and youth facilities along the way, about the real American Heroes who have sacrificed their own lives for the betterment of a greater cause – Freedom.

To support the O.M.E.H. Bike Tour, or if you would like to volunteer to help Chip on his journey From Sea to Shining Sea, please contact us. The success of this mission depends on you. Remember, “All gave some, but some gave all.”

CHIP SCHULTZ, O.M.E.H. DIRECTOR

O.M.E.H. is directed by its founder Chip Schultz. After graduating from High School in Anaheim, California, Chip served in the United States Marine Corps from 1991 to 1995.

His Marine duties began in Security Forces at a Naval Submarine Base in Washington State. He traveled to Dundee, Scotland to train with the British Royal Marine Commandos and then became a Light Armored Reconnaissance Scout stationed in Twentynine Palms, California. Chip trained with the DEA in Prescott, Arizona and served in Mogadishu, Somalia where he was awarded the Combat Action Ribbon.

He has volunteered in many roles from an Event Planner, Political Campaign Committee Member, and PTA/PTO President, to a High Adventure Coordinator, Scout Master, Public Speaker, and Coach. However, his most important roles are as a husband and a father.

Chip began pursuing his passion for patriotism in 1999 when he coordinated his first Memorial Day program. As of today, he has spoken to a variety of audiences from elementary and junior high school students, to active duty Marines recently returned from the war in Iraq, to large-scale community programs. His presentations have included School Officials, City Mayors, Police and Fire Chiefs, Active Duty and Retired Military Personnel, Congressional Medal of Honor Recipients, members of the Idaho State Supreme Court, and family members of Ordinary Men and Women who have become Extraordinary Heroes.

As an avid outdoorsman, Chip enjoys running, hiking, and cycling. He has competed in several marathons, organized various mountaineering excursions, and is currently coordinating his first coast-to-coast bike ride.

Chip resides in Boise, Idaho with his wife Tracy and their four children Taylor, Aubrey, Hannah, and Jack.

OUR GOALS

The goals of O.M.E.H. are:

* To educate America’s youth through classroom presentations about Ordinary Men and Women who have become our Extraordinary Heroes.

* To strengthen our communities by recognizing and celebrating our American heritage through patriotic events such as Presidents Day, Memorial Day, D-Day, Flag Day, Independence Day, Remembrance Day, and Veterans Day.

* To memorialize our uniformed Heroes by creating an on-line, interactive database of every United States Soldier, Sailor, Airman, Marine, Coast Guardsman, Police Officer, and Fire Fighter killed in the line of duty.

THE MISSION OF O.M.E.H.

The mission of Ordinary Men-Extraordinary Heroes (O.M.E.H.) is to educate Americans about the 1.2 million Ordinary Men and Women in uniform, who gallantly laid their lives upon the altar of freedom, thus becoming and forever remaining our Extraordinary Heroes.

We attribute everything we have, as Americans, to the courage of our founding fathers and the ultimate sacrifices made by the brave Military Servicemen of the United States Armed Forces.

We also recognize the ultimate sacrifices made by our Community Servicemen serving as Police Officers and Fire Fighters, who are serving on our city streets and sacrificing their lives as well.