by Steve Hopkins

Wow. These people are crazy in an awesome sort of way. I have only been along since Missoula and I don't think I've had more than 3 consecutive hours of sleep. My diet is all upside down. I had more snicker doodles the other day in ten minutes than I've had in the past ten months. I am eating anything I can get my hands on and it's great.

“It’s not about the bike.” Each of us can put our own ‘spin’ on this well-known quote. Cycling is one of my passions, and I’ve explored many countries on the saddle. I’ve also done humanitarian work throughout the global village. But I have never experienced the powerful combination of biking and building in one mission. As much as I am in awe of the scenery along our route, I am even more impacted by the ‘behind the scenes’ work that goes in to planning and executing such a mission.
by Molly Fulghum

The Fuller Center Bicycle Adventure is always an adventure. This week we left Missoula, MT en route to Lewiston, ID - First stop: Superior, Montana. Montana has stunningly beautiful landscape - rocky mountains with stately fur and pines, lush valleys with breathtaking rivers - and we get to experience it all by bicycle, truly out in nature's beauty.

Nine others and I joined the group Saturday in Missoula and found a wonderful family of strong cyclists and support crew who all welcomed us with open arms. I am still relatively new to cycling and not what you would consider a "strong" cyclist. Several others who joined in Atlantic City, NJ and along the way were also new to cycling. They have developed incredible strength and skills and they are very willing to help new cyclists in any way needed. This was essential yesterday because the route, while not the longest for the FCBA, was the longest ride for me and included climbs I don't usually see in my area of Georgia. Because of their help, rather than feeling the destination was not possible to reach, they provided encouragement and shared their knowledge and skills which helped get me to the end. When the day was done, I felt a great sense of accomplishment and joy in completing all the miles.
by Diane Bies

Wow!  Here I am back with the FCBA. I have ridden 2 spring rides, this summer I rode week 4, went home for 3 weeks, and now am riding the last 2 weeks to the coast. Each time I join the Fuller Center Bike Adventure I am amazed at the warmth and comfort that is the life of this group. We all come from so many different areas and experiences and yet we work together both on and off the bikes. God is so alive here with us in every moment!

What a beautiful day we had today! My day started out with a brisk walk to Mass with several other riders where we stood out in our orange FCBA t-shirts. It was nice to talk with several people afterwards and share our story of what we are doing and why. Before we left the church one family that had shown special interest in us asked if they could pray for us today. They said an amazing prayer for our safety and success and for the Fuller Center. What a great way to start a week!
by Arron Luo

Mark said he wrote about his overall experience. Susan recommended I write about what it has meant so far to me. Still others said I could write about something that had moved me, or - since I have not been on any build days yet (as though only build days could move me) - something I had learned. From these others, I’m led to think that I am to write about what has become important to me to say, at least regarding this trip.

It has been nearly 400 miles since I have joined this ride, having been picked up by Tom and Lois from a sleepy airport in Billings, MT. When asked by conversation-making, welcoming, and/or curious team members why I had joined, I would say something easy like, “I thought I liked to bike,” or, as I pat my sizable belly, “I wanted to lose my paunch.” And these are reasons true enough - I had thought I enjoyed biking (and I believe I still do, sore muscles and aching bones aside), and to lose weight would be a wonderful palliative for adolescent insecurity. But the true reason, uncontainable in a soundbite, I wasn’t able to say or fully explain, being unable to give voice to thoughts in my brain’s undercurrent neatly or comprehensively. But here I can, and after reflection, this is the something important for me to write about, not as self-celebration or praise of my own person, but rather as an honest, thought-out relaying so you may better understand, if you want to (I say “if you want to” because I already I foresee this post in its finished entirety being a tiresome one): The reason I had joined this trip, and my reasoning.