Day 5: Not-so-happy Campers
We woke up at 5:45 a.m. to Brian drumming his little heart out with a pot and wooden spoon. I can’t say it was as well-received as Brad gently serenading us on the guitar, but it did the job well. By day five, we’ve successfully cut down our morning routine to an hour and a half. For those of us living in co-ops next year, it’s all great practice— Alex learned just two days ago how to fry an egg!
Day 4: Stopping to Smell the Roses
We couldn't have received a warmer welcome this afternoon as we rolled into Plymouth, CA, dripping dusty sweat in the 90 degree weather. Pastor Cruz and his wife, Connie, are quite possibly the warmest and most sincere people I have ever met, opening up their home and the Pentecostal church to us for the night.
Day 3: Our easiest leg
Day 2: 1…2…3 Strikes You’re (Tire’s) Out!
Hello there! This is Rachel writing my first blog post! Today was our second day of cycling- (I was a bit sore from the first day but not enough to defeat the excitement from beginning the trip. We had a similar day to yesterday: a 50-ish mile ride with not too bad elevation, from Sacramento to Dixon (where we got to stay with Brad’s family!)
Day 1
Hey there,
If you’re reading this, you’ve done either one of two things, which are 1) gotten reaaaalllllly lost in a Google search. We get it, it happens! We promise we won’t tell anyone ;), or 2) You are somehow connected to a team of seven Stanford students cycling from San Francisco to Washington D.C in the name of education, and want to check in on the journey. Whichever it is, we’re glad to have you! Welcome, friends.