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by Scottie Duclos

The last few days have been indescribable. Any words I attempt to put on a page won’t scratch the surface of what this area of South Dakota has been like. Yesterday, I witnessed a band of wild horses galloping right next to the road and then veering up and over the hillside. If you have ever seen Dances With Wolves, imagine that. Acres of grassland and prairie flowers flowing like purple waves across dry river beds that chisel their way through layers of salmon and white colored sandstone jutting out of the ground in every formation imaginable. The Pine Ridge Indian Reservation, Badlands, and Buffalo Gap were the most breathtaking and silently inspiring places to just hear nothing but your breath, your bike chain whirling, and the occasional squeak of my pedal. It’s amazing how taking away all the cares and all the sounds of life can just leave you speechless before the endless glory of God manifested all around you.

By David Snell,
Fuller Center President

Sheilla and I are in Rapid City, South Dakota.  We're on a cross-country covenant partner tour and planned it to meet up with the Bicycle Adventurers on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation.  I do believe that the adventure in the Adventure has taken on new meaning this year!  I spent a number of years building houses on Pine Ridge, so I wanted to be there for the riders.  It is a fascinating place to spend some time.  They had a work day there and were able to help a couple of families with much-needed repairs to their homes.

Life is hard in Indian Country.  Poverty is a fact of life on most reservations — only the ones that have oil or have struck it rich with a casino are free of the scourge.  The history of the relationship between the U.S. government and the tribes has been troubled from the earliest days and the efforts to make things better have pretty much made things worse.  Those who argue that too much government support robs people of dignity and initiative need only look to the reservation to find support for their case.

by Monica Busby

It's 5:23am, I managed to hear my phone alarm go off...Yes! The last ride of the week and we are off for 2 days straight in Rapid City, SD! I managed to get up 10 minutes later after staring at my floor mate, Michael L., still soundly asleep as the hustle and bustle of shoe clips didn't budge him one bit.  6:00am rolls in...time for breakfast! I'm still amazed by my fellow riders who have already eaten, while I'm just picking up my bowl of cereal. I'm on TIME People!! They are so over-efficient!

by Doug Winkka

Today was an off day from bikes; it was a work day doing repair work on two houses. On the house I was working with part of the people, we added a hand railing to the deck, replaced the outside door that was an inside door, with one that is meant to be an outside door, painted the house with two coats of paint, and did a little clean up around the site. I had the opportunity to drive by this house after we had left the site with my sister Sheilla and her husband David, comments from both of them was how nice the house looked. Great job by all. 



Hi, I’m Mihai Posteuca, I live in Portland, Oregon, originally from Romania. I’m writing about today’s ride from Martin, SD to Porcupine, SD. Today’s ride was a little bit shorter, but nevertheless, not easier because of very strong front and side winds. Porcupine is a small village in the Pine Ridge area. North of US 18 on the Big Foot Trail toward Porcupine you can’t help but for the next 15 miles admire the beauty of the rolling hills with the horses and cows grazing freely as far as the eye can see. Having a tail wind was not bad at all either.

The smell of the freshly cut grass gives the whole panorama a finishing touch that just a Divine Hand of a Creator can do.