Remember that interview Tracy did before the race (you can see it from the right side panel of the blog). Well we did another interview now that the race is over. We have over 2 hrs of raw footage of stories and such. But here is just a few moments interspersed with the old interview. Enjoy.
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Monday, August 6, 2012
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
As I flew from Denver to Dayton I caught a glimpse of the Rockies and my throat tightened. I had become intimate with those mountains in the last fifty days. I had screamed, yelled, cried, sung at the top of my lungs, laughed and just quietly passed through. Those mountains had seen the worst and the best of me; both ends of me ...literally. They had become a partner of sorts. I had slept with them, eaten with them and spilled my morning coffee on them. They had humbled me... and I them... or at least I had withstood their fury. I was sad to see them go.
As we moved on I watched the parched earth pass beneath the plane... it is something I will not miss. It has beauty and grace all it's own yet still I do not understand why people live there. I met a rancher who was offered a stay in a bed and breakfast in Marin County Calif. and she answered, "why would I leave here I have everything I need". I would have gone.
We flew through clouds, those friends you can count on; and I did not cower... matter of fact I smiled. They are what scared me the most in the end... I am pretty sure they intimidate the bears that I was so afraid of.
I met friends, made friends and deepened friendships. I learned more about friendships than I have in years and I thank each and every one of you for that.I re-enter the world outside the Tour Divide different yet the same. Your support, kindness, attention, love and acceptance has changed me. I understand it's power.... your power, and I am grateful for that. I am the same because that power always has and forever will ... move me.
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Friday, July 27, 2012
You might have wondered why we left Grants at 3 in the morning. That means we got up at 1:30, sat down in Denny's at 2:30 and then started peddling by 3AM. PIE baby.... pie! Pie town closed at 4pm so we had to leave Grants by 3am. The roads had just been graded and he winds were low so we got to town by NOON! You know what that means? More pie. So we ate pie around one... Went to the local hostel, the "toaster house", for a nap and then returned by 3:30 for... more pie. While we were eating dinner the phone rang; the waitress said, "yes they are" and then the waitress handed the phone to Jim. It was Dan Haskins, a racer that had finished the previous week and was calling to wish us well. Wow how cool huh?