Happy Trails Becca!

I began my drive homeward yesterday. I’ll miss our morning send-offs from the van, my fussing like a mom getting kids ready for school: “Have you got your lunch? Do you have enough water? Is the bike all set?” And the evening camp meals, settling down into our respective burrows, listening to trains rumble by as we drifted off to sleep (for some reason every campground was located near the Burlington Northern railway route). 

Probably the most serendipitous part of the trip for me was the uniqueness of each tiny town, which often seemed to lack any charm at first glance. The people were all so helpful and generous—the waitress at the local bar on our last night together, the Hutterites who sold us baked goods, the many folks who helped Becca with bike advice, the Native Americans who fixed my van. I was truly humbled by their kindness and less apt to judge a town by its appearance as a result.

Becca adds the following epilogue:

“ This morning was the last of our travels together for almost a month.  My dear friends Gloria and David had joined us in Stanford, Montana, and my dear friend Pam was handing off the 'Becca Baton'

to them before winding her way back to Oregon.  Before she did, though, she cooked me (us) a breakfast of eggs and pancakes, food to power pedaling.  This was representative of her goal in doing this trip--to provide support, sustenance, and shelter in her Nomad Moon van.  Not to mention loving friendship, fun, food, and making sure I had sunscreen, bugspray, and mustard--miracle muscle cramp remedy--really!!  Thank you, Pam, for the generosity of your time and all those gifts!!  And now eastward toward North Dakota... and eventually,  NYC 💕 Becca”