by Jenny Zeroun

My name is Jenny and I am a whole way rider this year, only 2 days away from finishing this coast to coast journey with 31 of my most closest friends.

Today we rode from Yakima, WA to Packwood, WA over White Pass at 4,500 feet elevation. The ride started out with headwinds for about the first 20 miles and then took us up highway 12 to Rim Rock Lake where we had a rest stop before the pass. The views made the incline so enjoyable and passed the time quickly as we rode in awe of the mountains, the water, and the green that is Western Washington.

Hello, my name is Andy Cooper. I traveled here from southwest Georgia to participate on the last week of the 9 week Fuller Center Bicycle Adventure starting from Atlantic City, New Jersey, and finishing in Astoria, Oregon. What inspired me to do this was my girlfriend, Lindsey Giles, who is one of the people riding "the whole way." After spending only 5 days with this amazing group of people my respect and admiration has only increased, for not only her, but for each person that participated in this adventure.

Hello, Fuller Center Bicycle Adventure followers, it is Lindsey Giles again. Today marks day 60 of the bike adventure (43 ride days 8 build days and 9 off days) with only 5 more days until we reach the Pacific Ocean and Astoria, Oregon. Today's ride was from Lewiston, Idaho to Dayton, Washington (68 miles) consisting of two climbs and heat with the temperature soaring to 100 degrees. We all finished but most of us slightly parched.
by Tom Tebbe

Today was a day off of the bikes, resting in Lewiston, Idaho. Members of the group dispersed to various churches in the neighborhood of the Congregational Presbyterian Church. Several of us went to the Riverfront Church for a contemporary service. Having been raised Catholic with a lot of ritual, biblical passages, and doxology, I spent much of the service reflecting on the many ways that people acknowledge God and give thanks for the bounty in their lives.

Sensory Perception
Eight weeks done and I’m totally attuned to my new world; an almost imperceptible swish of grass alerts me to avert a roadside dog attack; a remote rumble rearwards tells me “Truck Back”; and the note of bike tyres on gravel chips - mimicking crisp kindling crackling on a campfire - warns me to the puncture potential. It has all quietly become sensory mother-load.

My body’s more connected to the course conditions, too. Arms, abdomen, butt and legs - all taut, trimmed and toned (almost as when I was just 26!!) - are working strongly to propel my Giant past remarkable plains, high skies, good Badlands and lovely lakeside leas.