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

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Today I drove my dad's truck to church in Dodge City (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! 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 church with Steve and his family. 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, 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!"