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VIDEO | National Anthem at the Cody Rodeo

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Cody, WY – A stunning rendition of the National Anthem by Preston Grey to start the Cody Rodeo in Cody, WY.

 

During the singing of the National Anthem, a gal on a white horse circled the rodeo ring while carrying an American flag. The weather at the time included some strong winds up to 10 miles an hour.

The Cody Rodeo is held every night from June 1 – August 31 and is a huge tourist attraction for the small cowboy town.

 

“Have I not commanded you? …  Be strong and courageous. … Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.”  Joshua 1:9

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The 2023 Amazing Ride for Alzheimer’s is raises money every year for music programming for seniors at Cedar Community, a 501c3, so all donations are tax-deductible.

Donate via the secure website through Cedar Community.  Donations should be marked “Amazing Ride 2023.” Click HERE to make a secure online donation.

Checks may be made payable to “Cedar Community Foundation” with “Judy Bike Ride” in the memo line and mailed to 113 Cedar Ridge Dr., West Bend, WI 53095

Be sure to include the Federal Tax ID Number for the Foundation: 39-1249432

You may also find a downloadable donation form HERE.

Cedar Community is a 501(c)3 not-for-profit organization, and donations are tax-deductible.

VIDEO | Eating on the range – A Chuckwagon experience

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August 23, 2023 – Cody, WI – There’s nothing like pushing cattle for miles and then hearing the ring of the triangle to come and get a belly full of beans, biscuits and coffee. Ray Nardini, a lifelong foodie and camp cook, served up a traditional cowboy meal out front of the Buffalo Bill Wild West Museum in Cody, WY.

Some of Chuckwagon highlights:

– Nardini said cowboys ate until they were satisfied.

-The job as camp cook started at 2 a.m. and ended at 8 p.m.

-The secret of the coffee was to bring it to a rolling boil, add coffee, boil again and then pour on cold water to sink the grounds.

-Sourdough biscuits because a chuckwagon couldn’t transport dairy for buttermilk biscuits.

-The camp cook was the second highest paid on the wagon train right behind the trail boss.

-There was bacon in the beans.

-Pies were also made on the range in a cast iron pot using dried fruit.

-The cook’s helper was always called “Little Mary.” Even if he was 6’8 and 350 pounds.

-Logged 18 miles on Tuesday pedaling Cody, WY. Museums, thrift stores, Irma Hotel, churches, Post Office, and The famous Cody Rodeo.

-Headed east to Graybull, WY about 51 miles on Hwy 14/16. Paved.

Had a great tailwind and clocked 17 mph. Landed just after noon. Resupplied and doing the first stage of the climb over the mountains today with 16 mi to Shell, WY.

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“Have I not commanded you? …  Be strong and courageous. … Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.”  Joshua 1:9

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The 2023 Amazing Ride for Alzheimer’s raises money every year for music programming for seniors at Cedar Community, a 501c3, so all donations are tax-deductible.

Donate via the secure website through Cedar Community.  Donations should be marked “Amazing Ride 2023.” Click HERE to make a secure online donation.

Checks may be made payable to “Cedar Community Foundation” with “Judy Bike Ride” in the memo line and mailed to 113 Cedar Ridge Dr., West Bend, WI 53095

Be sure to include the Federal Tax ID Number for the Foundation: 39-1249432

You may also find a downloadable donation form HERE.

Cedar Community is a 501(c)3 not-for-profit organization, and donations are tax-deductible.

Amazing Ride for Alzheimer’s | Cowboy adventure underway in Cody, WY

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August 22, 2023 – Cody, WY – The Spin and Marty segments in Disney’s Mickey Mouse Club should have been pushed to the top of the show in my opinion. I remember racing home from grade school to get my cowboy fix and loving every adventure as the boys swung up on horseback and explored “The Hermit on Thunder Lake” or …other such epic goings on around the Triple R Ranch.

Shooting my first toy gun, in the house, with my eyes closed while wearing my threatening patterned pants, saddle shoes, and intimidating barrette.

My dad fed my 5-year-old cowboy fascination by arming me with toy pistols and rolls of red caps.

In tribute, I’m starting the Amazing Ride for Alzheimer’s this year in Cody, WY, and setting out on a dusty trail full of wild rodeos, bow-legged cowpokes, jingling spurs, and Wild Bill history.

 

Saddle up and come along as I pedal Cody, WY to Wisconsin all while raising awareness for music and exercise programs at Cedar Community in West Bend.

A couple of nuggets:

There’s plenty of local flavor when looking for a place to bed down for the night, including The Bear Tooth Hotel or the famous WigWam Motel.

I opted for the KOA campground which was about 3 minutes from the Cody Yellowstone Airport.

The KOA came in handy as storms with strong lightning chased me across the range.

Can’t wait for some Wild Bill Cody history.

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“Have I not commanded you? …  Be strong and courageous. … Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.”  Joshua 1:9

______

The 2023 Amazing Ride for Alzheimer’s is raises money every year for music programming for seniors at Cedar Community, a 501c3, so all donations are tax-deductible.

Donate via the secure website through Cedar Community.  Donations should be marked “Amazing Ride 2023.” Click HERE to make a secure online donation.

Checks may be made payable to “Cedar Community Foundation” with “Judy Bike Ride” in the memo line and mailed to 113 Cedar Ridge Dr., West Bend, WI 53095

Be sure to include the Federal Tax ID Number for the Foundation: 39-1249432

You may also find a downloadable donation form HERE.

Cedar Community is a 501(c)3 not-for-profit organization, and donations are tax-deductible.

Amazing Ride for Alzheimer’s – Exploring Sault Ste. Marie, MI

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July 9, 2018 – Sault Ste. Marie, MI – The Chippewa County Historical Society has well documented Sault Ste. Marie.

Photos and and a timetable are laid it out in storyboard fashion along Historic Water Street overlooking the gateway to Lake Superior.

Commerce surrounding the shipping canal is a huge part of the start of the community and construction of the locks in 1853 put 1,600 men to work; the population of the Sault was temporarily doubled.

The canal contained a pair of locks in tandem each providing a lift of about 10 feet to an upbound ship.

The canal opened in June 1855 and tonnage in the first year was 14,503 but by 1860 the tonnage increased to 284,350; almost 20 times that of nine years earlier.

Courtesy Chippewa County Historical Society

Defense efforts during wartime

The barrage balloon (above) is ready for deployment at Brady Park. The balloons typically floated up to 2,000 feet with cables suspended from them while flying.

Airplanes threatening the locks would have to avoid gauntlet of the cables

Frank’s Place is a must for eats in Sault Ste. Marie, MI 

There were families at Frank’s and food enough to tide you over through lunch. Veggie omelet, homemade raisin toast and coffee for under $9.

A place as remote as the moon

French explorers visited Sault Ste. Marie around 1620 but the area remained isolated from the US population centers.

In the mid 19th century Senator Henry Clay called the upper Peninsula “remote as the moon.”

Photo courtesy Chippewa County Historical Society

In the 1880 with no railroad connection mail arrived by schooner but when the ice closed the shipping, native Americans used dog teams to run the mail between the Sault and Saginaw or Marquette.

A trip to Saginaw took from 10 days to over three weeks depending on ice conditions.

Men averaged almost 30 miles per day and usually slept out in the elements.

Courtesy Chippewa County Historical Society

A unique method of fishing the rapids teeming with whitefish attracted the Anishinaabeg people centuries before the first European explorers arrived.

A first-hand description of the fishing technique was written in 1669 by the Jesuit missionary Rev. Claude Dablon

“Dexterity and strength are needed for this kind of fishing for one must stand upright in a bark canoe and there among the whirlpools, with muscles tense, thrust deep into the water a rod at the end of which is fastened a net made in the form of a pocket into which the fish are made to enter.

One must look for them as they glide between the rocks pursue them and when they have been made to enter the net raise them with a sudden strong pull into the canoe.”

Courtesy Chippewa County Historical Society

Toured the Valley Camp which logged over 3,000,000 miles on the great lakes and is estimated to have carried 16,000,000 tons of cargo during her 50 years of service.
By 1966 the ship could no longer compete economically with the larger more modern ships on the great lakes and in the fall of 1966 she made her final trip from Milwaukee to Superior, Wisconsin.
On the lower level of the Valley Camp rests a display of the Edmund Fitzgerald including two of the heavily-damaged life rafts.
More than 10,000 people watched as the $8.4 million  vessel slid into the water Saturday, June 7, 1958.  The boat was christened by Mrs. Edmund Fitzgerald, wife of the president of the Borthwestern Mutual Life Insurance Company in Milwaukee.
Big Fitz was labeled the pride of the American flag.
On a side note:
– Even through the sign entering I75 says otherwise, bicyclists can cross the International Bridge between Sioux Ste. Marie, MI and Ontario.  It’ll cost $1.75
– Rev. Sebastian Kavumkal from Holy Name of Mary Catholic Church in Sault Ste. Marie, MI provides a safe space for me Sunday night. Rev. Kavumkal is from India and I found him outdoors watering and taking pictures of his rich red roses. “I’ve lost so many over the years to the cold,” he said.
– There was some interesting art out front of the historic Chippewa County Courthouse.
The crane of the Sault dedicated June 8, 1985 as a  gift of Stella be Osborne in memory of Chase Osborne.
Ralph Wolffe is the artist and the statue depicts the Chippewa legend of two young brothers who flee their wicked mother who is pursuing them with the intent to kill them.
When they reach the north shore of the St. Mary’s Rapids they are met by a crane who after hearing their story carries them to the South Shore of the rapids.
The crane than meets the mother on the North Shore and agrees to transport her to the other side.
Instead the crane drops the mother in the rapids and as she hits the stones below the mother’s skull cracked open and her brains become the whitefish that inhabit the rapids.
The crane adopts the boys and one of them remains in the area To marry the daughter of the crane.
 Mrs. Osborne commissioned the statue and gave the monument to the citizens of the Sault area as a reminder they are citizens of an ancient city with a rich and wonderful history and legend.
 

The BiKeWriTeR | DAY 3, Simi Valley, June 25

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June 30, 2010 – SIMI VALLEY – I can scratch the Ronald Reagan Library off my bucket list. Paid a visit on my third day in California and it was well worth the trip.

Scott Zimmer, head of library security, took my bicycle into protective custody. It helped a ton knowing my sweet ride was locked safe while I explored.

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The library, which opened in 1991, has a huge bronze statue of Dutch in the entryway. He’s dressed in cowboy boots and holding a cowboy hat.

Gallery after gallery featured photos of the president and his wife, and collectibles from Reagan’s two terms in the White House.

One of the unique items displayed under glass was the brand new blue suit Reagan was wearing March 30, 1981 when he was shot outside the Hilton Hotel in D.C. A small white card sitting atop the suit coat indicated the ‘bullet hole in left armpit area.’ The suit coat had to be cut off Reagan when he went to the hospital. It also must have been washed prior to being put on display.

My god… I’m turning into my mother. I can’t believe I noticed the lack of blood stains. It’s going to be my destiny…. pretty soon I’m going to be wiping the drops out of the inside of the sink.

The library also has the president’s plane, Airforce One. The Boeing 707 is indoors and measures 152-feet long and has a 145-foot wingspan.

“Ya almost thought it woulda been bigger,” said a woman in front of me on the plane tour.

Marcie drove past the exit for the Ronald Reagan Library for years, but this was her first visit.

Marcie was a saucy woman, about 5-foot-4 with flipflops, khaki cargo capris, and a lime green t-shirt that looked like she was hiding a bag full of groceries underneath.

Marcie spoke with a bit of a funky dialect. “I’m from California,” she said. I was guessing more so Alabama – think Forrest Gump. And I mean that in a warm and nonjudgemental way.

Marcie called it like she saw it; kinda like a shrug with an “I’m just saying” qualifier. Marcie also struck me as the one in the dentist chair, laid back, having a margarita made in her mouth at La Fuente.

Marcie was with her husband and girlfriend; when the docents spoke, they talked to us as a foursome.

“This was Reagan’s office and his private quarters,” said the docent standing in the doorway of the room.

“I thought it would be bigger,” said Marcie, again.

The rooms on the plane were well laid out; a handwritten letter by Nancy with a pen carrying the presidential seal set by her signature, and a pressed dark blue airforce jacket with Reagan’s name sewn into the front shoulder rested on the back of a chair. Even the seatbelts on the plane seemed meticulously placed.

There was also the ever-present jar of jelly beans. “Is that real or staged?” Marcie asked. The docent said everything was as it would have been when Reagan flew.

“Where’s the chocolate cake?” asked Marcie.

Apparently Reagan also always flew with a chocolate cake on board Airforce One should there be a birthday or anniversary. The docents said there was cake even when there wasn’t anything to celebrate.

The media seating area was next and the docent explained that reporters flying with the president had to pay for their own ticket.

Marcie let loose with her second favorite saying, “Oh, my garsh.”

In common-sense fashion, she pressed the docent for a ticket price. When Marcie couldn’t get an answer she said, “Well, I’d just go to prez.com and get the cheapest price.”

TIDBITS…

 

– There’s a certain flamboyance about California; a lot of piercings and body art. I even thought I saw that tattooed chick who messed up Sandra Bullock’s marriage.

– Obviously an open lifestyle is also more accepted in California. I even spotted a thrift store called Out of the Closet.

– Although I easily profile ‘midwestern’, I feel I’ve been accepted in California. I was biking up a long steep hill in Ventura and a kid in a big Escalade sat in a mall driveway waiting to exit. He had a bright red mowhawk,plugs the size of quarters in his earlobes, thick black eyeliner and a look of unwanted delay. I momentarily caught his eye and quickly glanced away. Then I heard the chant “Go, go, go” echoed with strong hand clapping. “Come on girlfriend – work those legs!”The kid beeped his horn and waived as he sped away.

– I never found the West Bend belt buckle presented to Reagan when he visited West Bend. That’s because an entire wing of the presidential library was under renovation. The new gallery will be unveiled Feb, 2011 in honor of the centennial celebration of Reagan’s birth.

The BiKeWriTer | Day 2 – Simi Valley, California

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Filing from the Newhall Library which is a small burg in the city of Santa Clarita

Day 2, June 24, 2010 SIMI VALLEY – Finally got in some good bicycling today. Sunny, 74 degrees and 47 miles from West Hollywood through Beverly Hills, Sherman Oaks, Ventura Ave, Woodland Hills, across Santa Susanna Pass to Simi Valley, home of the Ronald Reagan Library.

Pastor Gary Stevenson from Shepherd of the Valley Lutheran Church let me stay in the parish youth room for the evening. He also invited me to share in a community meal that night.


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The church began the effort several months ago to help the homeless and people having trouble catching a break in the poor economy.

I spent most of the evening at a table with Ken, his wife Irene and their friend Bernita.

Ken lived in Simi Valley for 25 years; he was a walking history book. We talked mostly about the Hollywood happenings in the community in the 1970s.

Errol Flynn and the Adventures of Robin Hood was filmed in Simi Valley, as was (Johnny Weissmuller) Tarzan, Rin Tin Tin , John Wayne cowboy flicks and, if ever the Star Trek crew beamed down to another planet… it was shot in Simi Valley.

“Bob Hope bought property in the area in 1967; he called it Hopeville,” said Ken.

A brush fire put an end to Hopeville, taking with it a majority of the movie sets except for the original Fort Apache, a movie directed by John Ford with a cast starring John Wayne, Shirley Temple and Henry Fonda.

Simi was also home to Corriganville; it was America’s first theme park opened in 1953 by cowboy actor Ray ‘Crash’ Corrigan.

The 2,000-acre site featured a blacksmith shop, Marshall’s office, general store, Silverdollar Saloon, and Wells Fargo Bank & Hotel. Corriganville had over 20,000 visitors a day and made over 3,500 movies.

Ken and Bernita took turns telling stories.

Ken, 59, had large, square wire-rim glasses and spoke with an easy-going slowness, like there was nothing on his calendar for infinity.

He had patience and a good memory, except his timelines were a little cloudy and he’d often generalize – “it happened in 1970-something.”

Bernita, 66, was a well-insulated woman with a lot of spunk. She had long grey hair and wore a small, framed pendant of Jesus around her neck.

Bernita had relatives in Green Bay and Milwaukee and felt an instant connection to me. She spoke with urgency and an outline.

“I have three things to add and then I’ll be quiet,” she said… several times.

The pair said Simi Valley was known as the safest city in the United States and the primary industry used to be farming.

“Apricots, peaches, oranges and even hay across the entire valley,” said Ken. That dried up when Simi Valley failed to keep up with farmers in the Midwest.

“Zsa Zsa Gabor used to go to Ralph’s Market on L.A. Avenue, which was next to Green Acres, and I bet that’s how they got the name of the show,” said Bernita, finishing her sentence with arms folded, lips pursed and a confident head-nod of satisfaction.

Ken said he didn’t know too much about that.

He said Simi Valley doubled in size over the last five years. Once Rocadyne, a jet and rocket fuel company, went under the city turned into a bedroom community with neighbors commuting 40 minutes, one way to L.A. or Ventura.

In Simi Valley today, the industry (a loosely used term) is strip malls.

“You should go see Grandma Prisbrey’s house where her husband built a foundation around their trailer using cement and bottles,” said Bernita, with another serious head-nod and a matter-of-fact attitude.” Like ‘you can take that to the bank.’

Ken swung his gaze from Bernita to me, nodding in affirmation. “That bottle work actually enhanced the value of their property,” he said, noting the Prisbrey’s were on top of four earthquake faults.

In fine detail, Ken tried to explain how to find the Prisbrey place while Bernita looked like she was about to fly out of her seat.

“He went to the dump and brought back bottles,” she said, a bit exhausted.

I later found Grandma Prisbrey’s Bottle Village was placed on the National Register of Historic Places in July 1984.

The bronze-plated plaque on the fence said the small plot on the main drag through Simi carried a fantastic assemblage of remarkable twentieth-century folk art.

In 1956, Tressa Prisbrey, then nearly 60-years-old, started building a fanciful “village” of shrines, walkways, sculptures and buildings from recycled items and discards from the local dump. She worked for 25 years creating one structure after another to house her collections.

Today, Bottle Village is composed of 13 buildings and 20 sculptures.

It kind of reminded me of the witch’s house in Fox Point. There were waist-high walls of blue bottle glass set in cement. A series of headlights from a vehicle were stacked two rows high in the shape of a water fountain you may see in a town Centre.

Ken returned to the topic of Hollywood films and television shows.

Big Sky Ranch, which was an area with more housing developments, apparently was the place to see remnants of the old Hollywood sets.

Little House on the Prairie was one of the last television shows filmed in Simi Valley. “You know who wrote the music for Little House on the Prairie,” said Ken.

“You won’t find much of that set left; they exploded the town in the last episode,” said Ken.

During the season finale the railroad was apparently set to come through town and there was nothing Pa or Mr. Edwards could do to stop it.

Seriously, they had to raze all Walnut Grove so the railroad could go through.

Ken looked at me with a blank stare as if to say, ‘it was just a TV show.’

But seriously, the whole town? I guess that’s government – even back in the day.

TIDBITS…

– There are really beautiful trees in California. One species has bright flowers that look like fine pink feathers on a fly-fishing lure.

purple trees California, LA

The other spectacular tree, the Jacaranda has soft purple trumpet-shaped flowers the color of a ribbon in an Easter bonnet. In Beverly Hills the streets were lined with Jacaranda, which looked like somebody pulled a broad brush of lavender though the treetops.

– I was on the UCLA campus today. Wow, that’s big.

– Saw a guy eat out of the dumpster on Hollywood Boulevard today. He got a pretty nice slice of pizza with maybe three small bites taken out of the pointy end. I admire the California mentality towards recycling.

– Simi Valley has a population of 150,000, the city is about 15 miles across, there are two main east/west roads and bicycling lanes on most streets.

– Simi Valley is built in a soup bowl, so to speak. You have to climb six miles up and over and drop down six miles to get into town. Then, there is a steep climb up and over to get out. Anywhere you stand in Simi, you’re surrounded by the Santa Susana Mountain range.

The BiKeWriTeR | Day 1 in LA

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June 24, 2010 –


 

I’m not a typical tourist. Expensive hotels, attractions and theme parks just aren’t my thing.

I really tried to grow my boundaries and explored spending the night at the historic Hotel Roosevelt in West Hollywood. The 300-room hotel dates to 1927, is located on the Hollywood Walk of Fame and was first to host the Academy Awards.

 
The hotel reportedly is haunted by Marilyn Monroe; her reflection has been seen in the poolside nightclub, Tropicana. Montgomery Clift supposedly has been heard playing a trombone on the ninth floor.
 
The hotel has been used in a bunch of movies and TV shows, including “Knots Landing”, “Moonlighting” and “Beverly Hills Cop II.”
 
Through the years, the hotel has bee remodeled and lost a ton of its’ history. It used to have a grand archway and elaborately painted ceilings. Now, it’s a boutique hotel and all the history has been covered; paintings, pictures and memorabilia have been dumped in a closet.
 
As much as I wanted to grow as a person, the $30-a-night Hollywood Hostel down the street on Hollywood Blvd. was more my speed. Across from the Kodak Theatre, down the block from Grauman’s Chinese Theatre…it was perfect.

 


With a couple flat tires in the 15 miles from LAX to West Hollywood, I sought a bicycle store and found a Hollywood cemetery called
Hollywood Forever; it’s on Santa Monica Blvd.

 

Back in the day, it was probably amidst fields and trees and on the outskirts of town. Now, it’s an immaculate landscape of crypts, gardens, mausoleums and monuments housed behind a black wrought-iron gate across the street from Tom’s Smog & Auto Repair, Manuel’s Tires and Hollywood Discount Mufflers.

Hollywood Forever started in 1849 and was originally Hollywood Memorial Park.

Hollywood Forever Cemetery is the “final resting place to more of Hollywood’s founders and stars than anywhere else on earth. More than 101 celebrities and notables are buried there; the most famous is Rudolph Valentino.

The Italian star, primarily cast as a “Latin Lover,” died at age 31 after an appendicitis operation became aggravated by peritonitis. Within a matter of a week Valentino fell into a coma and died.

Valentino’s funeral was held in New York. His body shipped cross country by train for a second funeral in Beverly Hills. He had no burial plans – but then a friend, June Mathis, said she could take his crypt. Unfortunately, she died – and now Mathis and Valentino lie in adjoining crypts at Hollywood Forever Cemetery.

Tough to find him without a $30 guide or GPS.

Other recognizable stars include Peter Lorre, Jayne Mansfield, Cecil B. DeMille, John Huston and Mel Blank, all of which I was unable to locate. I got lost in the maze of this wonderful cemetery. HUGE granite memorials to people whose names I couldn’t even pronounce like Dolukhanyan Vantset, Mary Laura Tedeschi and Kerop Shushianyan.

Apparently the cemetery also houses a lot of Albanians, Russians and a huge Jewish population.

Stars I did find include Tyrone Power, who was a big-deal actor in the 1950s with The Mark of Zorro. Power died in 1958; he was 44.

I also saw a nice memorial to Hattie McDaniel; the first African-American to win an Academy Award in 1939 for Gone With The Wind.

I also found actor Douglas Fairbanks and guitarist Johnny Ramone from the Ramones.

Hollywood Forever Cemetery is the “final resting place to more of Hollywood’s founders and stars than anywhere else on earth.”

TIDBITS…

– It seems to be human nature to be in Hollywood and think you’ve seen a star. I went exploring this morning and thought I bicycled past author Stephen King. Then I’m like, ‘why would Stephen King be hanging out in California’s version of the Wisconsin Dells?’ I checked online and King still resides in Bangor, Maine.

So, I almost saw Stephen King today.

– The airline saw fit to check my bicycle, for safety’s sake. Upon landing and retrieving my bicycle box I could tell it had been opened. There was a nice note from Transportation Security Administration inside that said they were “required by law” to inspect all checked baggage. Mine was among those selected for physical inspection. I hope they found that repacking a bicycle is not the easiest thing. And they failed to do it correctly.

– Spent the night at the Hollywood Hostel on Hollywood Blvd. $30 a night, across from the Kodak Theatre and down the street from Grauman’s Chinese Theatre. Comedian Jimmy Kimmel is performing next door and Toy Story 3 is playing at the El Capitan cinema. Adult admission is $20.

– The big HOLLYWOOD sign in the Hollywood Hills is just outside my hostel window. It’s rather easy to spot the 45-foot letters. I asked how to bicycle to the sign and locals say it’s not really possible. For years it’s been cordoned off by gates and security. There’s a lot of graffiti in the area and officials believe the sign would be tagged if left open to the public.

– Lots of tourist attractions. Explored the shopping area around the Kodak Theatre and read the sidewalk about the ‘road to Hollywood’:


 

One segment read, “You’ve got to come to Hollywood,” they said.
 
“Movies is the third biggest business in the world. Safety razors is first, corn plasters second, and movies third.” So I went. – Cowboy star.

 

– West Benders are stalking me. Crazy coincidence that the day I land in LA, my friends Ric and Amy Leitheiser and family are also in LA. Through cell phone challenges and traffic issues we managed to hook up for a cold one last night on Hollywood Blvd. I love how my friends take care of me.

The BiKeWriTeR | Simi Valley

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June 25, 2010 – Made it to Simi Valley today… about 50 mi.
Getting out of LA was good. Challenging – but good. Much slower pace in Simi Valley.
74 and sunny
Found a church for tonight. Pastor Gary Stephenson at Shepherd of the Valley Lutheran has given me the youth room.
Five couches to choose from. Sweet!
Tomorrow I’m exploring. Apparently, the Ronald Reagan Library is seven miles away on the outskirts of town and have to climb over a hill to get there. Reagan apparently liked the view.
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I’ve already got the name of an old-timey diner to try tomorrow morning. Tonight.. the church is feeding me; it’s their community night – me and the homeless. I should fit right in….

VIDEO | TheBiKeWriTer | A little bit of Lincoln

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It is an odd experience to be pedaling through a new community and hear someone call your name.

It happened in Springfield, IL. I met Brian while entering town. He was on a bicycle too.

Brian had questions about touring. He led me to St. Aloysius Church and the rectory across the street. He took off before I rang the doorbell.

The priest wasn’t home so I opted for camping at the county fairgrounds nearby.

After a stop at the grocery, I made my way west and that’s when I thought I heard my name the first time.

I turned to look and that felt weird. So I started to take off, and again I heard my name.

I stopped and this time Brian, the only one I knew in Springfield, was biking to catch me.

“I raced home and asked my wife and she said it’s OK if you want to stay with us tonight,” he said.

Brian didn’t have to ask twice. Funny, too, that he was well aware of the protocol at home.

A bike is a common denominator. Brian was genuine. A good guy and a warm bed sure beat camping.

I followed Brian home and we chatted the whole way.

Brian’s wife Lynn was a doll. She had a sharp wit and conversation came easy.

“I really would like to tour,” said Brian. ”Not like you… but just a couple of days.”

I was encouraged. I looked at Lynn.

“I don’t want to do it,” she said. ”I like things like home and a bed.”

Brian said, as much as he wanted to tour he had some reservations.

“Of course, I’d miss my wife,” said Brian. ”But I’d really miss my C-pap machine.”

Lynn rolled her eyes.

“Stop making excuses,” she said.

I echoed Lynn’s ribbing. Brian was outnumbered.

That was until their neighbor Terry came over. Terry was part of the family. He jumped right into the conversation, changed the topic to food, and then went to get some.

Terry was a self-taught baker. He brought over homemade chocolate turtles with crisp pecans.

While we raved about the treat Terry talked about how he was preparing to retire by following his wife around the house. Closely.

“Oh she hates it,” said Terry. ”I can’t wait.”

Spent some time at the Lincoln Museum in Springfield, IL. The fascinating history of a lanky lawyer who was described as ”unkempt” and ”often out at the elbows.”

Lincolns also had “a very defective taste in hats.”

He wore straw hats and broad low brimmed or felt hats. Best known for his stove pipe hat Lincoln habitually used it as a desk and filing cabinet stuffing letters legal papers and scribbled speech notes inside.

One entry read, ”It was not always wise. As a congressman attending the 1849 inauguration of President Zachary Taylor, Lincoln supposedly had his hat stolen losing whatever literary treasures were inside.”

North of the museum is Lincoln’s tomb. The Oak Ridge Cemetery is immaculate and majestic and has an aura about it, probably because of its strong ties to history, tragedy, and the final dark days surrounding Lincoln’s presidency.

A couple interesting notes:

  • Lincoln’s casket was moved 17 times.
  • The docent also said the casket was reopened five times. There had been a trend in the 1800s of grave robbing. One scoundrel even wanted to steal Lincoln’s remains and hold them for ransom.

Pedaled 62 miles from Springfield to Clinton, IL, and then 99.69 miles to Ottawa, IL on Thursday. Dodged an incoming storm in the morning but picked up some strong miles on the Constitution Trail, a wonderful paved trail through Bloomington, IL.

Ended the day .04 miles short of a century. When I checked in that evening with my team back home I was encouraged to get back on the bike and spin it around the parking lot to even out the mileage at 100. I just didn’t have the strength.

If the way that somebody lives pleases the Lord, the Lord will lead him into good things. Psalm 37:23 Easy English Bible

The 2022 Amazing Ride for Alzheimer’s is raising money this year for music programming for seniors at Cedar Community, a 501c3, so all donations are tax-deductible. Donate via the secure website through Cedar Community.  Donations should be marked “Amazing Ride 2022.” Click HERE to make a secure online donation. Checks may be made payable to “Cedar Community” with “Judy Bike Ride” in the memo line and mailed to 113 Cedar Ridge Dr., West Bend, WI 53095 Be sure to include the Federal Tax ID Number for the Foundation: 39-1249432 You may also find a downloadable donation form HERE. Cedar Community is a 501(c)3 not-for-profit organization, and donations are tax-deductible.

TheBiKeWriTer | Warnings on the road

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“What happened to the trail,” I asked, as a beautiful B&O converted rail line suddenly stopped.

The paved trail, which ran straight east-west, was an awesome find and a good way out of dicey Indianapolis, which was heavy with traffic and had no decent shoulder on the road.

“The end,” said Sandy in blunt fashion, “This is it, girl… trail over.” Sandy slapped me with a hard reality and I laughed out loud at the situation.

Yolanda and her sister, Sandy, were also stopped at the end of the trail, but their bike ride was half done for the day.

“You’re lean like a jellybean,” said Sandy. “How much protein do you eat?”

The sisters were inquisitive and fun. “We like to ride, but not like that,” said Yolanda, pointing to my hobo house on wheels.

The B&O Trail was going to be my lifesaver as the sign at the start on Speedway Drive read ’Springfield, IL 193 miles’ and then an arrow pointing west.

The B&O trail is a rails-to-trails project along the historic Baltimore and Ohio railroad corridor.

The first US public railroad was chartered in 1827 by Baltimore businessmen to compete against the newly open Erie Canal.

Construction began in 1828 and by May 1830 the train was operating between Baltimore and Ellicott’s Mills Maryland.

Originally horse-drawn, the successful trial run of Peter Cooper’s Tom Thumb in August 1830 inaugurated the steam locomotive era.

After a brief break and some conversation with the ladies, it was back on the road. ”Not so fast, sister,” said Sandy. “We got to lay some Jesus on you.”

With that Sandy and Yolanda took my hands in theirs and we formed a small tight circle of newfound friends and the sisters prayed that I have a safe journey home.

Indianapolis to Waynestown, IN, and I had clocked about 71 miles. I struck up a conversation with John Olson in the parking lot at Dollar General.

A quick chat about mapping and distance soon turned into, ”You can come home with me … we have a trailer for camping and you can stay there.”

John lived up the road another 10 miles in Newtown, IN.

His family was awesome. A lot of girl power.

“How many times does your dad go to the store and come home with a lady in spandex on a bike?”

“Never,” said the girls in unison as we sat around the dining room table.

John’s wife, Paula, was beautiful as well as a generous and easy-going hostess. ”You actually saved us tonight because our daughter Hope brought her boyfriend home for the first time…”

I felt like an added distraction but apparently a bit of a saving grace for a young teenager who was meeting his girlfriend’s muscley father.

“John has always worked out but he wanted to bench 400 pounds by his 40th birthday,” said Paula.

The Olson family was a treat. Paula and John were high school sweethearts. Married at 20, they became an instant family when they agreed to become foster parents to three boys.

After the children were placed Paula said, ”We looked at each other and were like … we are not having kids.”

A couple years later they had Hope and their family grew. Paula and John continued to open their home to foster children.

They adopted Charity, an avid reader, and Bella, an eager camper and member of the cross country team.

“When people ask I say I have five daughters,” beams Paula.

Faith is 11 and very artistic and Ruby is mighty brave at age 6 as she is making a quick recovery since having her tonsils removed in June.

Two cups of coffee and some conversation was a great start to a Monday before hitting the road and rolling into a vicious dog chase.

Those two boys actually planned it pretty well.

The first one came out of the grass with a big bark and wore down my fight or flight and the second was like a slingshot and they cracked the whip. Then the chase jumped into Stage II.

That second dog was part sheepdog and channeling his best greyhound. He could smell fear but knew fatigue would do me in.

At 58 my heart was still racing as I slid into Hillsboro. What a great welcome sign!

Mark me down for 85 miles on Monday, Newtown to Monticello, IL.


Found another great east-west trail out of Danville, IL that got me off a crummy Hwy 150. The Kickapoo Trail was crushed gravel and hopscotched a bit past St. Joseph, IL.

In Champagne, IL you’ve got to figure if you leave the door to the stadium open someone is bound to roll through it.

If the way that somebody lives pleases the Lord, the Lord will lead him into good things. Psalm 37:23 Easy English Bible

The 2022 Amazing Ride for Alzheimer’s is raising money this year for music programming for seniors at Cedar Community, a 501c3, so all donations are tax-deductible. Donate via the secure website through Cedar Community.  Donations should be marked “Amazing Ride 2022.” Click HERE to make a secure online donation. Checks may be made payable to “Cedar Community” with “Judy Bike Ride” in the memo line and mailed to 113 Cedar Ridge Dr., West Bend, WI 53095 Be sure to include the Federal Tax ID Number for the Foundation: 39-1249432 You may also find a downloadable donation form HERE. Cedar Community is a 501(c)3 not-for-profit organization, and donations are tax-deductible.