Friday, October 26, 2012

Peace Rider Out of Casper, Wyoming this AM 10/26/12

Winter finally caught me Wednesday morning about 35 miles north of here on the edge of an Anadarko oil patch south of the town of Midwest.  I awoke to morning rain, the fourth day in a row.  Rain soon turned to light snow.  Thought it might let up a bit and waited awhile but when that didn't happen I broke camp, this time on a flat place in a ravine beside the road.  I was also nearly out of water.  The bank was steep enough so traffic on the road couldn't see me.  I like to remain out of sight and mind.  
 
If there's wood I like to build a fire, especially in the AM to warm hands after handling a cold wet tent.  That didn't happen this morning.   
 
I had been travelling segments of the I-25 interstate to Casper where there was no frontage road.  Where I had taken the latter there were more ups and downs and it was beginning to wear.  I took the Casper exit marked Visitor Center, 188A which was a good choice.  I met Niki there and she helped me find a place to stay nearby at the Showboat Motel, an older place, no five star but adequate, a hard warm shelter out of the weather.  The Visitor Center also has computers and am putting this together from there before heading out of town. 
 
With more snow in the forcast and still not recovered I took an extra day of rest. 
 
One of the themes running through this journey is where I end up free camping.  More often than not it has been among some of our oldest living things - trees.  Somehow these ancient beings resonate at some deeper level with me.   Out on the prairie it has been among some really huge cottonwood trees.  On occassion they were the only tree for miles around.  I never have to enter a place that says no trespassing or posted private property.  I'm led to other places which may be gated but unsigned. 
 
Just south of Hardin and a few miles from the Custer battlefield site I was reminded that up ahead I might see something familiar.  Rounding a bend,  I saw a line of hills rising in the distance with knobs like the knuckles on the back of your hand.  The thought came to me the Rattlesnake Hills.  Signs around the battlefield said watch out for rattlesnakes, as it happened.  Was there a vague familiarit to this place.  I couldn't say.  It was certainly a moving place,  a turning point for native Americans, a last stand for a vanishing way of life and a last stand for one driven more by ego than compassion or understanding.  And Custer and 210 soldiers of his 7th Calvary paid the price and were rubbed out at Last Stand hill. 
 
I wanted to camp by the Little Bighorn River where the indian encampment was located.  From the Visitor Center I headed south along the frontage road a few miles then turned east on Whistling Water Loop.  All of this land is part of the Crow indian reservation.  There were homes along the loop.  I stopped at one nearest the river but no one seemed to be around and a barking dog dissuaded me from further investigation.  Further on I passed a white house with people standing outside.  They yelled something at me and I turned around.  Ray a young Crow person came up to me and was curious about what I was doing and asked a lot of questions.  I said I was looking for a place to camp on the Little Big Horn river.  About that time an older person came up to me.  He said his name was Real Bird.  My friend Rocky later informed me that he is a Crow historian involved with reinactment of The Last Stand.  I told him of my desire to camp on the Little Big Horn river and he said if I took the driveway towards the river past the horse corral I could camp there.  There were two house along the driveway he pointed to back the way I had come but no one was around he said. 
 
So I ended up on the river, as near as I could tell at Medicine Tail Ford.  Just to the north across the river was Medicine Tail Coulee.  This was one of the places where on June 25th 1876, thousands of warriors crossed to attack Custer at Last Stand Hill.  For miles up and down the river one of the largest encampments of native Americans had come to be in this place.  They were defending their homeland and families.   Major Reno first came upon it from the south and was attacked and then retreated from a place now called Garryowen. 
 
The latter is the name of an Irish tune played by the Seventh Calvary.  It was at Garryowen where years later a monument was erected and the phrase "burying the hatchet," came to be as the foundation for peace making that continues.  There is an excellent private museum there I visited. 
 
A piece of fascinating American history to revisit and wonder at the what ifs. 
 
From there south to Sheridan and Buffalo and then Casper there seemed to be deer everywhere, sometimes just lying about in the fields although they would often get up and run away at my passing.  Where the brush gave way to open prairie I saw my first antelope which seemed quite common and would usually take off when they saw this strange slow moving apparition passing by.  Large black dots in distant fields proved to be flocks of wild turkeys seemingly keyed into places where it was safe to alight, sometimes in folks front yards.  
 
There's always more to tell but I need to check out of the motel and head down the road.  The adventure continues on an improving weather trend, cooler at nights but warming in the day.   
 
Catch you down the road!
 
Peace Rider
 
  
 
 

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Peace Rider Off the Road in Billings, MT 10/17/12

I literally blew in here yesterday swept along by a fast moving front that came with rain.  It chased and caught me after Broadview on Hgy. 3 into Billings.  Found myself in the shadow of a toppled tank and old grain elevator changing into rain gear in the lee of shelter before it really let loose.   The miles melted away with the push from behind.  I reached the rimrock cliffs overlooking this city nestled in the Yellowstone River valley, the green and gold of autumn color below a grand sight.. 
 
What I thought was to be a quick in and out turned into something else and an opportunity to catch up on rest and the blogosphere.  By the airport before I hit the bike trail along the rim rock a shift cable let go dashing hopes of riding out of town quickly.  Got directions to a couple of bike shops all on the other side of town and set out along the easiest route.  A high schooler  whipped out his smart phone found a map and pointed me off in the direction already headed when i stopped to ask directions.   Then with no bike shop in sight where expected crossed busy Grant Ave. and happened to see a person working at a garage nearby.  Asked where I could find a bike shop he said oh, it's just across the street from where I'd just come.  The Ski Station as it turns out is a summer bike shop but had just switched to winter gear.  Scott, the owner replaced the cable that had come loose then gave me a couple of replacements for a minimal charge.  Adam, one of his employees, got busy on my behalf, made phone calsl and located a Warm Showers host family I could stay with.  The Universe is here to support you.   Tomorrow its down the road for the Little Big Horn country.   Woody Woodbury and Mary Jane are taking good care of me letting me have the run of the house and use of their computer. 
 
So just a brief update of routing since the last posting with a stories to share.  From the Downey's elk ranch 40 miles south of Calgary I headed south on Highway 22 toward Waterton International Peace Park.  At Longview about nine miles south where I'd first hit 22 before backtracking I met an amazing woman when I stopped at a roadside cafe to warm up.  She's an energy healer, and clairvoyant among other things as it turned out..  She told me some things about myself affirming  what came to me earlier as well as a route of travel drawing me to the Little Big Horn country.  Earth Energies her card read.  I stayed awhile longer for soup and sandwich to hear more. 
 
The second day south and within an easy days ride of Waterton I'm asking the question late in the day where are we supposed to camp tonight?  I hear top of the next hill in a lovely spot. I'm thinking trees and rivers  something similar to other camps projecting something into words not otherwise implied.  At the top of the next grade not far south of Pincher Creek and dark coming on I see trees up ahead, that must be it but then I come to a farm with brightly painted red out buildings.  I hear stop but hesitate and then stop again as I continue on thinking this can't be the place.  Then I get to thinking maybe I screwed up.  At the next farm stop and ask if I can set up a tent somewhere in the yard.  No, they don't know me.  This was in a place with trees.  Get to the top of a far hill where the road flattens out.  I see some tall brush off to my left ahead and a possible camp site and stop near a barb wire gate to go in.  But the wire holding the gate fast was so tight I couldn't budge it, blocked, getting colder and darker- I'm getting the message.  I retreated about a mile to where that inner Guide said stop.  Turns out Gary had just purchased the place in June and was batching it.  Showed me his antique car collection in another building he was redoing as a shop.  He offered a warm place in one of his out buildings but said your welcome in the house as well.  Turns out he's a Christian who believes deeds matter more than just words, a shower, bed, conversation and food kindnesses extended to a stranger.   Listen to your inner Guide when in doubt,  It didn't come to me until later that his address added up to the number thirteen, a lucky number according to the Maya way of thinking that means love.   The divine communicates with us in a variety of ways if we pay attention, sometimes symbolically.
 
I was into Waterton Park on 10/6 and left the next day which was Canadian Thanksgiving.  Spent a lovely evening over food with a French Canadian couple on a year long trip across Canada and the US.  Also met Rick a free spirit living in a van  inside the Park.  We biked together part way up the now closed for the season road to Red Rock canyon up the Blakiston valley, so beautiful.   Many piles of berry laden bear crap on the road a reminder of bruins on the loose but none smoking from fresh deposition.  Rick would ride over each with a yahoo whoop to let 'em know he'd been there.  Clearly he'd found a place and a home and loved it.  But it's a windy place and left the next day for the border wind at my back.  A thought came to mind then passed of how nice it would be to have a Thanksgiving dinner somewhere. 
 
Took a short cut into the country over gravel roads to get to the border crossing on Hgy. 2.  The pass through the Park had closed for the season.  Ended up for the night in a cow pasture camped next to some ancient diamond willow judging from the orange lichen growing on the branches.  Thought the new road I descended to get there would be a quagmire if it rained overnight.  It did and it was until I took to the grass on the hillside and ended the slipp'in and slid'in slog to the top.  Cold, overcast and raining most of that day.  At the junction to Hgy. 2 and pavement the stop flag came into mind again at a farm on the corner.  So I did and asked if they had a place I could warm up for a few minutes.  I was cold.  They did and I stayed.  Their four kids were off from school and found them all playing a card game of up the river down the river when a wet me showed up.    A second Thanksgiving dinner for other friends was planned for later and I was invited.  Now how about that!  I stayed.   Well fed and warmed i thanked John and Charlene Berry for their kindness and hit the road late in the day.   The rain had ended by then. They are a Mormon family with deep roots in this part of Alberta. 
 
At dark  I rode into Babb, MT 10 miles south of the border and a Thompson Motel stay to dry out.  From there out of the mountains through Browning into Great Falls for a night down by the river side.  Pelicans of all things swimming on the river.   En route  a fresh snow on the tent one morning kept me holed up by a camp fire until clearing later in the day.   The evening before it began to rain turning  to snow.    But I had been led to a copse of cottonwood with plenty of fuel for warming/drying and home to two large owls, maybe Great Horned that flew off when I showed up.  And it was the only significant woodlands for miles around. 
 
As it happened my grandparents on my dad's side were early homesteaders in the Great Falls area near the turn of the last century.  But it was tough go and they returned to Missouri.  Soon after my mom and dad were married  they taught school in the Great Falls area - connections and reconnections. 
 
Clearly winter is nipping at my heels now with weather patterns and cooler temperatures.  But I'm well, taken care of and blessed to have the sky as my roof and a warm sleeping bag to crawl into at days end.  More down the road.  Love to you all. 
 
Peace Rider
 
Peace Rider
 
  
 
 

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Peace Rider - Don On the Road

Hi Lois,
 
Like earlier rides I've found it hard to keep in contact via blogging.  I do have several more detailed posts at <ridefortheplanet.blogspot.com>.  Please feel free to share this with others. 
 
Will forward to other friends with time running out but know I will unintentionally miss some, apologies in advance.   May just post this as another verbose PR blog.   I have a cell phone that will work back in the States.
 
Well, let me just say - wow!.  This experience has just been sooo enriching on the superficial as well as spiritual (energetic) level.
 
I reached Whitehorse the same day(9/5/12), left on the Borough bus for the Salcha Store, another to Big Delta, then with a GI, army now but ex Marine (was corrected, once a Marine always a Marine) in a nice way railing against socialism, Obama and more all the way to Whitehorse.  Definitely not a boring ride and very much appreciated the kindness.  On parting at the bus terminal he gave me a back pack water canteen that hikers and cyclists use.    
 
Visited Malkomb Boothroyd, a friend and young rider I joined with others on my second trip to DC.  He's amazing - really, working to help protect the Peel R. watershed in the Yukon from mineral withdrawals.  The bus I intended to take from there broke down with a weekend to wait for the next.  Instead took a cab to the Highway to try my luck with a cardboard sign saying Watson Lake and another Fort Nelson. 
 
Three more interesting rides got me to an old friend's place outside Ft. Nelson and me with two large duffel's (one with the BOB trailer disassembled, one with food and more gear, one with the collapsed bike plus a day pack - no threat here.  The bonus - I got a brief soak in Liard Hot Springs between Watson and Nelson while my ride ate lunch in a nearby Lodge.  Would have missed it on the bus.
 
I found my friend not in good health.  He had a heart attack a year ago but was fit  to travel to Europe for an anniversay celebration with his brothers with help from a granddaughter.  Only found this out after a call from Whitehorse.   
 
I rode with John and his partner Vi to Grand Prairie where his daughter lives.  They continued on a day later to the airport in Calgary after dropping me off outside town.   So in the end I was very grateful to spend more time with them on the drive south to GP.  Serendipity at work.   
 
Started biking from GP (ahead of winter) going via Grand Cache to Entrance Ranch near Hinton, AB where an activist friend met on the first ride lives.  Over many hills of green gold wondering what I'd gotten myself into again pushing up the steeper hills, arriving pretty whipped.  I went a different way the first time due to snow conditions.  This route passed directly by the Ranch on a long steep downhill, ya hoooo - and was far more scenic.   
 
The richness of connecting with friends from the first trip in this area  was precious.  Don Laird met me at the Ranch one evening.  We went for a long soak and more male bonding at Miette Hot Springs inside Jasper park.  Towering mountains rise around it,  simply awesome! 
 
From the Ranch I haven't yet updated the blog.  But from there I left for Jasper Park 9/21 to see Dave and Kim Wallace living in the town of Jasper inside the Park.  She was a teacher in the French school there when I spoke to her class in '09 but has moved on.  She's writing a thesis with a tentative title of Climate Change from the Inside (ourselves) Out, will be interesting. 
 
All the while indian summer and warm temperatures reigned, fall colors were peaking.  I was incredibly blessed to be there. 
 
Undecided still upon a route south initially, all leadings seemed to point to the Icefield Parkway southbound through one of the most awesome pieces of real estate on the planet, the Canadian Rockies.   Being late in the season there were fewer tourists about so leaving on 9/24 a Monday, was the right moment to depart, less traffic with the weekend over, temps in 70's.  I went east in Nov. of '09 because of snow conditions on the Parkway.
 
The weather held until Tues, tent bound until a front with rain passed then skedaddled.  From then on a few clouds but just drop dead gorgeous weather south to L. Louise,  through Banff, Canmore followed by a jog south later onto Highway 40 through Kananaskis Country, 541 to Longview back tracking eight miles to another friend's (from flying days)  place near Black Diamond, 40 miles south of Calgary. 
 
He has an elk ranch near Black Diamond.  I arrived just ahead of another front, with snow this time.Typing this from the nearby library in Turner Valley.  Yesterday helped vet and Pat and Tanis Downey AI, artificially inseminate, 30 of his cow elk all the while cold and sleeting outside the unheated barn.  Elk steaks upon arrival a superb treat.  Just never know what you might get yourself into when you go for it.   I was glad to help, more so to have a hard roof overhead, a shower and a bed.   
 
 Mid-way or so up Highway 40 to Highwood Pass at 7239' I stopped at a small grocery/gas store to make a phone call and buy some food.   I was so focused on looking for an outside pay phone I missed the fact I  was going wrong way around the parking lot.  I only discovered this on leaving.  There must have been 20 motorcyclists parked there gasing up and buying food (a weekend). They certainly didn't miss some dude on a bicycle riding in,  BOB trailer flag flying, with two big polar bear signs draped on either side broadcasting Ride for the Planet on each.  No one said a thing but you could slice the vibes inside that store with a knife.  Wearing my Peace Rider jacket would have been overkill.  I arrived wearing  a black wool, long sleeve undershirt, my "black leather jacket."  I left with a smile. Canadians are generally a peaceful lot and all wore helmets, likely required. 
 
Didn't see a lot of wildlife.  Unlike Denali, the roads through these parks don't restrict access or speed so latter not surprising.  The Bow River Parkway was an exception, an alternate route, from Lake Louise to Banff off the main highway.  It had more of the intimate feeling on a narrow winding road with fewer cars and slower speed. 
 
For me being in the wilderness and finding solitude is a time I've received clarity on what I'm supposed to do when I really grow up.  So it seems there's this balancing of energy between the journey inward, then outward again to rejoin the human melieu.  I also sense a shift going on beneath the surface to bring the divine male and female energies within us back into balance.  Interestingly this is happening more among women I'm meeting.  Perhaps, in the distant past as some suggest, it was female energy that was out of balance.   
 
In brief my work and goal in very general terms is peace on earth and peace with the earth through an elevation of consciousness, guided by the Way of Peace which is Love.  Each of us has a role to play, as one thread in the unique tapestry of creation.  If nothing else in these chaotic times cling to peace and love in your hearts and make that your daily focus.  I'm going with the flow to see where this errant thread is woven.
 
It may seem at superficial glance to be hopeless.  But one young woman I met at Entrance Ranch, a Reiki Master (energy healing), said to me that a source whose name escapes me now predicted that to cause a paradigm shift it would take the square root of one percent of the world population focused on peace, love and change to make it happen.  She said across the planet this number now exists.  Hmmmm?
 
Thought is creative energy individually and collectively.  Focused thought of a relatively small number of people (prayer) is powerful indeed as you know.    Love, peace, joy are energies with the highest frequency of vibration (divine light being the highest) that lower frequencies of anger, hate, envy and the like simply cannot overcome.  Beware, be aware what you think lest you create that in your experience. All thought is creative.   
 
Kim told me that the meaning of apocalypse is lifting of the veil.  It seems to be happening beneath the surface as we are impelled to a greater understanding of who and what we are in relation to All That Is. 
 
A lot to here to digest.  Please especially thank Chuck and Cari for me with my warmest regards for keeping me on the road with their generous donation of king salmon bellies and strips.  I'm carefully rationing them.  They would love biking here in the fall time.
 
The trailer is great, lighter now that I forwarded my carrying bags to Colorado and eaten into my food stock furthe.  Thank to you and Robert for that.  That's my shorter term destination with more friends then it seems to Mexico again to be in the Yucatan in December.  
 
Leaving here tomorrow southbound on Rte 22, then by or through Waterton Peace Park, how appropriate, then into Montana, I think passing near the Custer battlefield site.  Of course, all subject to change depending on weather.  Staying out of the mountains with winter nipping at my heels.  
 
Using a lighter weight tent from Tent Tarp in CA, a Stratospire  1, you might care to check out on line.  Weighs only two pounds but a tight fit for two people.  I love it. 
 
A jumble of thoughts but I'm well  taken cared of and must run or bike back!
 
So if your still awake to this point ---
 
Love and abrazos to all,
 
Peace Rider
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

On Mon, Oct 1, 2012 at 11:54 AM, Lois Hendersonn <loisinak@gmail.com> wrote:
And how you are doing?  I'd love to hear what your current plan is and how this trip is for you.  

At  meeting we had a baby welcoming with bonfire for Niko Adair.  Notzahia made a beautiful poster for him that we all signed.  Next week meeting for business and the week after we will have a cake or something to welcome Diane Preston in to membership.  (I think that's when we teach her the secret hand shake too!)  Hope things are going well.  Lois