Postscript / Update

Oh dear there’s no way that was 2 months just now. It’s been almost that since I got home and my journey came to an end. I’d really meant to do an update sooner than this but one thing, then another and you blink and 2 months have gone by.

So how’s it going? For me it’s complicated. It’s been great to be home again, catch up with Megan and Jonah and prepare for re-entry to “real” life. It’s also been great to have some unstructured time, get caught up on things. But unstructured time is overrated I think and I miss the routine of riding, blogging and eating like a horse.

Erma Lou (aka “Butch”)

Part of what’s made it hard to write is that, shortly after I got home, my mom’s health got much worse and she passed away. Even though I was trying to prepare myself, there’s really no way to do that. Her actual passing seemed to through the universe a bit off kilter. It helped to go back to Missouri, spend some time with my family, and my sister especially. We spent days going through her things, photos, and preparing for her memorial. It was a lovely way to mark her passing. We told stories from her life, shared pictures, poems, a little scripture, and her music. I think she would have been happy with it. So I suppose I’m still on a journey of sorts, though the outward motion has paused.

I’ve not taken too many photos since getting home so maybe you’ll indulge me in a little reminiscing about my mom and family.

Photos, flowers, memories. Simple.
Mom was a babe. This is High School graduation, 1942.
Me and mom running in a fundraiser in about 1980(?). We got people to pledge donations per lap and so I’m counting laps on my fingers in some modified base-5 algorithm. Glasses confirm total geekdom. My mom loved to run and kept up running and daily walks for many years.
A clipping we found in my mom’s things. She was very much a cat person and all the local shelters knew her by name because of her frequent donations.
All the family together in the park. Megan’s missing ’cause she’s taking the pic.
An old picture of my mom’s. We found lots of jewels like this. That’s my Grandma Grace 2nd from the left in the front. My great grandmother’s gaze dominates the photo which, from what I hear, is a fair portrait of real life.
Lynda and I in the park at El Dorado Springs, MO. My mom’s fondest memories as a child were of the summer band concerts and the annual “picnic” they held here. The actual spring is behind us.
The bandstand where my grandfather used to play. Kind of hard to imagine putting together a city band these days, where volunteers play every Saturday night and the locals all come down to listen. When they built the bandstand everyone in town brought a rock or two to contribute. Some locals can still tell you which ones are theirs. Many are geodes, and pretty river rocks. One is supposedly brought back from Jerusalem.


I”ve been spending a lot of time working on our new “fixer upper” in Inverness. We closed on the house while I was on my trip and I’ve been going up for a couple of days at a time to work on it. It goes slowly but it’s really satisfying to do something with my hands and have results that you can see at the end of the day.

I put in a new patio door and repaired the hardwood floors. Yay for nailguns!

Returning to kW

So tomorrow is my first day back at kW full time. I’m looking forward to seeing folks and to re-entering work life with a kind of a fresh start. I’ll have to let you know how the re-entry goes and whether I can successfully integrate the peace of mind I found on the sabbatical into work life. I’m hopeful and optimistic.


You know it’s funny but it’s been hard to ride much lately. At first I felt like I needed some rest but not so much. But I found it really tough to ride just around the bay area like I used to. What’s the point? Seems just like riding in circles compared to having a Big Goal. Then my mom passed and I traveled back to MO, then came back focused on the house, and then the fires hit last week. There have actually been air quality advisories against outdoor exercise for the last week. Today was the first day I’ve tried cycling much since the fires. The air was improved some but I still came back with a sore throat and burning eyes.

The fires have been horrifying for so many and really upsetting to all of us in the Bay Area. It seems we’re through the worst now but there are so many people out of their homes, so many homes and businesses destroyed, it’s hard to comprehend.

On Tuesday I had to do something and met up with some local Orindans to take provisions, water, gatorade, etc to the firefighters. It was a small thing but for a short time it felt good to DO SOMETHING rather than just watching the disaster unfold on TV.

My new BFFs Tamara and Suzie. They had the good idea to post on Facebook that they were going to meet at Safeway and take a couple of cars of stuff up to the firefighters. By the time we left, we had 3 full cars and had to turn down any more donations. Great idea you two!
A guy I never met donated 20 cases of water bottles and the kind folks at Safeway gave us 36 packs for 24 pack price, plus some extras. I had so much water in my truck I thought the front wheels were going to lift off the ground.

Now the word is going out to stop with donating goods and just send money. It doesn’t feel as satisfying but it’s what they really need. There are a lot of places that are taking donations but here is one that I know is credible if you want to help.

So it’s been a challenge. Anyway I am looking forward to commuting by bike a lot. That seems more purposeful.

On the Trip

To maybe state the obvious, this ride has been fantastic. I still miss the journey, the freedom from timelines and the freedom from stuff. I’m not sure what it is about carrying all you need on a bike that just feels so simple and satisfying. I’m hooked.

I’d also encourage anyone reading this to try a trip. I found even with my first little weekend jaunts that same kind of satisfaction. And you don’t have to be an athlete either. Most of the people I saw going coast to coast with only sometime-cyclists. It’s really not that hard and takes more patience than fitness.

And not to forget, pat yourself on the back for helping me raise $15,000 for ClimateRide and NRDC I’m really happy that together we were able to make a significant contribution. I hear that will put me in the “hall of fame” ClimateRide fundraisers – not many have topped $15k. I have you all to thank for that.

Thanks for listening and I’ll let you know whether this whole sabbatical thing pans out with re-entry to the working world. I feel like it’s already paid big dividends for me personally – if I can hold on to it…

Remember the beard? Well most of it is gone. Megan just loves the new look 😉
Will shave for climate change action. Pony up Chuck! (See comments below…)

Day 76ish – From Home to the Pacific

Today I made it official – I’ve now ridden coast to coast. These wheels have seen the salt and sand of the Atlantic and the Pacific. We’ve crossed the White Mountains of New Hampshire, the Adirondacks of New York, the Erie Canal, the Ohio River, the Mississippi, the Ozarks, the plains of Kansas and Colorado, up to the source of the Arkansas River, the Rockies, the Continental Divide, the Great Basin of Nevada and Utah, the Sierra Nevada and the Sacramento River. Feeling a little like Johnny Cash these days – I’ve been everywhere, man.

I was a little late to start and had a lot of mixed feelings about today’s ride. Since it’s such familiar territory I had a hard time stopping to take photos. It’s a challenge to bring fresh eyes to something you’ve seen a million times. But more importantly I’m kind of bummed about finishing the trip, among other things. It’s been such a wonderful experience, there’s part of me that doesn’t want it to end.

From Grizzly Peak, looking over the Berkeley Campus across the bay to San Francisco. It’s August so of course its cold and foggy.
Ahh, back at home in downtown Oakland where the Prius rules. Or is it Prii?
This is new. Cruising through downtown Oakland, we now have rent-a-bikes on the corner. This building on the right, in front of the bikes, housed kW until 2009.
I biked to Jack London Square in Oakland to catch the Ferry across the bay. The Frerry goes thorugh the Port of Oakland, one of the largest ports on the West Coast. According to local legend, these big cranes were the inspiration of the AT ATs in Star Wars though Lucas himself says no.
The Ferry across the bay is the cheapest thrill of living in the Bay Area. You can even enjoy an adult beverage on your commute.
The Bay Bridge – always second fiddle to the Golden Gate but pretty cool itself – especially the programmable LED light shows at night.
The Ferry Building in SF. That clock was stuck at 5:04 PM for months after the Loma Prieta earthquake struck in 1989.
Classic bug near Fisherman’s wharf. Every car has a face, this one’s a particularly pleasant one.
I biked past the GG bridge and on to Baker Beach. It’s official; these wheels have been dunked in the Atlantic and Pacific. Photo credit to lovely stranger on the beach.
Letting it sink in. We’re done. (And I need a shave. Jonah says I look like a homeless guy.)
Great view but cold and breezy.
Time to go home.

This integration thing – easing back into life at home – is going to be tougher than I thought. Already it’s harder to not be overwhelmed by the news cycle, the latest atrocity done in the name of America, the frenzy that is downtown traffic. I miss my basin’s and ranges.

My day was clouded literally and figuratively. I’ve heard over the last few days that my mom is not doing well, and the trend is not good. She’s almost 93 so this is not a surprise, but she’s my mom, so its hard to come to grips with. Her memory has been declining for many years so its been hard to have a good visit with her for some time, but her physical health has been good. Lately she has seemed like she’s not interested in continuing, she’s not eating well, and that’s just hard to hear.

I seem to have written myself into a corner here. I’m not looking for sympathy, but it just wouldn’t be honest to say that I’m in a better place right now than I am. The good thing is that I’m home with people that love, support, and need me, and that’s a wonderful place to be.

Day 76 – Rest Day at Home

There’s so much whirling around in my head today I don’t know where to start. It’s wonderful to be at home and I’m so happy to see Megan, Jonah and all the friends and family that came by last night to celebrate my homecoming. What a great way to wrap up the trip! I feel so supported by the folks who could make it and all of you that have offered comments along the way. You have all really helped keep me going over these last two months.

Overwhelmed doesn’t quite catch it, really. I guess I spoke to people last night and I hope I was coherent but I kind of doubt it. I found myself grasping for words to describe the expereience, the different aspects, and to recall the people and the stories. I think I’m better off writing about it than speaking. When I go to describe what’s happened there’s just too many thoughts and I get a log jam in my brain with them all trying to come forward. Not to mention that, while I kind of like the attention, I don’t feel comfortable with it. Part of me likes the spotlight, but I squirm in it if I don’t have a script to work from. Considering I was running on 5 hours sleep and did 84 miles, I might also have been tired. I’ve been reminded to give myself a break, occasionally, usually by my wise partner.

The one impression that was unmistakable today is that I am really tired. Exhausted is probably the better word but I don’t like it because it sounds like I did too much and I’m not willing to admit that. I’m stubborn that way. But it was pretty great today to not try to do too much – read the Sunday paper with a great cup of coffee, have lunch with Megan and catch up with her, visit the Berkeley Art Museum and be inspired, and write this post without rushing. I’m probably tired today because I can be tired. I’ve probably been “sucking it up” longer than I know, but now that I’m home, in my bed, I can finally, really, crash.

The museum had a lot of works from the 30’s to the 60’s by Charles Howard. I didn’t know him but enjoyed especially the ones that remind me of Calder (a friend of Howard’s).

Another first impression that I’ve had getting home is that I could easily get rid of a lot of things. Just look at this ridiculous closet and tell me if yours is much different:

How many guys live here anyway?

OK so this is just shirts! Half of them are probably indistinguishable anyway – if I wore one, walked out of the room, and back in wearing another one, would you notice? For the last 2 1/2 months I’ve carried 5 shirts with me and frankly that was probably two too many – mostly I just wore the 2 short sleeve ones (I also had 2 T’s, and 1 long sleeve).

My impulse then is to pare down my things significantly. I’ve existed with 40 lbs of stuff for the whole trip, surely I could get by with less, incur less hassle, have more space, at less expense.

The other impression is that this integration thing – working back into my normal life without giving up any “progress” that I think I’ve made in terms of growth, awareness, relaxation, whatever; is going to be a lot tougher than I thought. Already I feel like I’ve slipped – that I spent way too much of last nights party talking about me than catching up with others about them. “But enough about me. What do YOU think about me?” 😉



Meanwhile, here’s a few photos from yesterday’s ride that I hadn’t gotten a chance to post yet.

Day 75 Late Additions

Thanks David G for the escort all the way from Davis to my house. Extra points too for making the climb all the way up to Grizzly Peak to get home – over 6,000 feet and 90 miles.
As we crossed Putah Creek outside Davis we saw taggers hitting this bridge with fresh paint.
My usual rule is, if you want to take a picture, get off the damn bike. Otherwise you make compromises and rush things. Here I break my own rule. Thanks for the pic David. Original art by taggers standing precariously on bridge.
Some of the orchards had apparently seeded the roadside with flowers. There were too many different varieties for it to be just wildflowers.
Kansas has nothing on CA when it comes to raising sunflowers.
We saw these at a “U Pick” farm where you can pick your own fruit, vegetables, or cut flowers. Zinnias maybe?

OK so here are some questions that came up last night that, about the trip that, if you’re still reading, you might be curious about.

Q: Are you going to ride to the coast to make it official?

A: Have we met? Yes, of course I will. In fact I feel kind of obligated to take my loaded bike out there to dip my tires in the Pacific. Likely point will be Baker Beach in SF because it’s amazingly photogenic.

Q: Are you going to keep posting to your blog? We’re curious about how this all comes out.

A: Yep. I’ll keep the posts coming for awhile although not everyday. At least for my trip to the coast, a pre/post fitness analysis from Coach Matt, and some updates on whether I’m actually able to sleep in my bed for more than 2 nights in a row.

Q: How many breakdowns did you have?

A: Zip, nada, narrry a single flat tire. I was super lucky and ready to endorse my Surly bike and my Schwalbe Marathon tires.

Q: Did you ever have a point where you didn’t want to continue? Or thought you might through in the towel?

A: Not really. I enjoyed every day in some way, even the day when it rained all 60 miles and it never got over 60F. I was numb and ready to get where we were going, but a warm shower never felt so good. The low point for me was probably the the coffee at the Cuppa Joe Restaurant (ironically named to emphasize its weakness). Sort of like coffee made with Folgers that had already been used twice, with a little hint of dog sh*t thrown in for good measure.

Q: Did you have any close calls with cars?

A: A couple trucks passed a lot closer than I would of liked but I used a mirror and got off the road if things got dicey. There were a couple of times that I actually had to ride into a gravel shoulder to make sure I was OK, and a couple times the air blast itself pushed me farther off than I would have gone. I might have been fine but who wants to gamble when semi’s are involved?

Q: What place suprised you the most? What did you like that you didn’t expect?

A: Probably Nevada. I had zero expectations for Nevada but I really enjoyed the quirky little mining towns and the isolation of those big valleys. Also at some point I’d like to go back and do a loop around Maine, New Hampshire and Vermont. They were lovely and I spent way too little time there.


Let me know if there’s something I missed that you’re curious about. Tomorrow I head to Matt’s for my post-ride fitness test. I’m curious if I’m really much stronger or if all those biscuits and gravy on the road countered any real progress.

Day 75 – Davis CA to home

What a day! I’m home after 75 days to the warm embrace of my wife, son, our family and friends. It’s a little overwhelming and after all this introspection and time alone I find it harder to speak coherently about the experience than it has been writing about it.

It’s late, I’m tired and safely home. But the tank is kind of empty so I’ll postpone much description of the last day until tomorrow. So tonight after everyone has left the party, I’m doing a brief non-post post.

I’m very thankful that my energy geek buddies, David, Jeff and Steve joined me for the final ride into town. Thanks to you three for the great rolling escort. And thanks Megan, Jonah, Helen and Marv for the lovely welcome pizza and party. Thanks too to all our local friends who were able to come by and celebrate the homecoming with us all.

David joined me in Davis for the full final day.
Next we picked up Jeff in Vallejo.
And Steve shortly after led us across Vallejo and the bridge to Crockett.
Crossing the Sacramento River into my home county.
Coming down the driveway
Family portrait



And I’ve managed to work my way back to you babe. Jonah is an inch taller and his voice is half an octave deeper than when I left.


Day 74 – Plymouth to Davis CA

It’s fitting that I land tonight in Davis and take that as my starting point for the last leg home tomorrow. As I was pedaling into town this afternoon the route was completely familiar. In fact, I owe my introduction to California, and Davis in particular, to my sister Lynda, who moved here first back in the ’70s. While she was living here, and I was about 14, and took my first trip to California with my mom to visit her here. That was my first airplane flight too, first trip to San Francisco, first trip to the Sierras. How I’d like to go back and whisper in that kid’s ear, that kid that I was. There’s much advice I’d have for him and I doubt he’d believe that now this is home.

I love the live oaks of the foothills. I found myself taking this same picture over and over again.

Today’s ride wasn’t exactly the blissful pedal through the foothills that I’d hoped. The countryside as I left Plymouth is lovely, but the route was pretty trafficky. The area between Plymouth and El Dorado Hills is kind of one big urban area, with people commuting back and forth. Being constantly passed by cars is just a drag and it’s tempting to just plow through it hoping that the next segment is better. And actually it was.

Part of the ride out of Plymouth was lovely, with the road descending slowing under the shade of the oaks. Just need to avoid rush hour next time.
I love the shape of the oaks when they’re able to grow without being crowded by others. (Go to town on that one you analysts, pro and amateur, out there).
The Consumnes River, which I’d never seen before, runs between Plymouth and the American River to the north. 
Old building remains, near the river.

As I pulled into the Folsom area, I started to see something I’ve not seen a lot of – bikes! As I joined the system of trails by Lake Natoma and the American River, I was in the company of a lot of other riders – plenty of racing types and fitness seekers. Nice to see others cycling, though I have to admit that I’ve kind of enjoyed being the only one in town on a bike. Great also to see people doing something positive for their health. But many seem so damn serious about it, and I’ve got caught up in that too. Even today, after being passed a couple of times, my competitive dander got up and I wanted to try and keep up with, or beat, whoever was around.

Well whoa there. Here I am, not even home, and all the bliss and insight from the trip is already getting wear on it. I spoke to my wise wife last night and she warned me about this next stage and she’s absolutely right. See while I do “spinning meditations” she does actual meditation, for hours, days, sometimes that’s the focus of her days for a week at a time. And through that experience, she’s often experienced insight and moments of clarity that are not unlike what I’ve experienced on this trip. The hard part, according to Megan, is integrating that insight into your life when you return. In fact that’s probably the hardest part. I know she’s right about that. Damnit. Plenty of work still to do. The good news is its fun work.

The trail followed the American River. It’s been dammed and mined and I wonder what it looked like before. I can’t say for sure, but every place where I’ve seen big gravel piles like these in river beds, it’s the result of hydraulic mining to get at gold that is long gone. Only these scars remain. You see the same thing on the Yuba and Feather rivers.
The stones are pretty and make ideal habitat for nesting salmon and steelhead.

It was great to be out of traffic and in Sacramento the trail across town is smooth, shaded, and keeps you off the streets almost the whole way. Mostly that was great but I don’t really feel like I saw any of Sac that way. I did get to see the American River, and for the first time I saw where it meets the Sacramento River, just near Old Sac. (Sorry but the pic didn’t make the cut).

The Natoma Lake dam. The Natoma is the reservoir just below Folsom. For you J Cash fans, yes, that’s the Folsom of his famous Folsom Prison Live concert. Add that to your earworm list!
Ooh I got this one. Morning glories, right?
Along the American River, upstream from Sacramento.

Some of the trail was depressing or maybe I should say, heartbreaking. There are long sections that don’t seem to be used much except by homeless people. Just seeing these folks felt odd because I’ve seen few homeless the whole trip. To a visitor from another planet there’s little difference between me and them. There’s a great many homeless that I saw today, and have seen in San Jose, that use a bike as their main transportation, and carry all their possessions that way, which is exactly what I’m doing. Though obviously I have the means to make a choice to do that, and they likely don’t. Clearly it’s not the same and makes an uncomfortable (for me) contrast as we’re face to face on the trail.

At least the trail was cool and comfortable which became important as the temps approached 100 F.
Did you do a double-take like I did when you saw this? What? The golden gate? It’s a mini GG pedestrian bridge in Sac.
Part of the trailside was covered in ivy, like kudzu.

The ride took me through Old Sacramento, which is nice and have visited before so I didn’t dwell there. Then the route goes through West Sacramento which is no garden spot either (cheap hotels, drugs, prostitution) and frankly I’m wondering about who picked this route anyway. Then as I passed West out of Sac, I’m into really familiar territory.

Old Sac has a lot of cool old buildings, but really not more than Eureka or Austin NV, just in better shape.
Can you believe they used to build power plants with statuary over the doors. This old defunct plant is along the Sacramento River.


The Tower Bridge connects Sacramento to West Sac and Yolo County. I read that the golden color was chosen by popular vote of residents in the area.

West of Sac is the causeway that separates Sacramento and Davis and I’ve ridden it many times. In fact I summered with my sis in Davis during college and it was one of my common training rides to go from Davis to Sac, touch the City Limits sign, and go back to Davis. I thought that was a pretty big ride then – all of a 20 mile round trip. So as I headed across the causeway today I had all the memories of that summer swimming in my head.

New options for infinity. This causeway goes across a big flood plain that is relief for when the Sacramento River gets out of it’s banks. I’ve driven across here before when it was completely flooded and looked like a sea.

So here I am in Davis, the most bicycle-friendly town in America, and a perfect spot to launch my last day. Even when I visited here in the 70s, Davis had more bikes than people, and the first bike paths and bike lanes I’d ever seen. Today is has special bike signals, left-hand turn lanes for bikes, and an amazing network of trails and green-belts connecting different parts of town.

It looks like I’ll have some folks joining along the route for my last day too. My buddy David Gottfried is on his way here by train and will ride the whole day with me. And it sounds like Jeff G and Steve K may join for part of the ride too. I’m really glad to have the chance to round out the ride with good friends. If you’d like to join, just message me, or comment below, and we’ll figure out how to meet on the route.

David’s joined me in Davis and we went out for pizza at Hot Italian – a bike-themed pizza joint. Those are visions of bikes dancing in his head.


"If I had my druthers, I'd ride a bike" Jim's low CO2 trans-am cycling trip