Monday, July 7, 2008

Picking Up Hosts Along the Way - Montrose, CO (Day 41)


Happy Fourth of July!! This morning, the group got to sleep in till 8am (woohoo!) and then march in the Paonia Fourth of July Parade. I led our 4K cheer at least a dozen times along the route, rousing up the group and the crowd. Somehow, my voice is still working. Though not a very long day into Montrose, it was blistering hot, making every mile on the road that much harder. The terrain also changed significantly, and all of a sudden we found ourselves biking through what seemed like arid desert. Jesse wanted us to make it in before 5pm so that we could also participate in the Montrose Parade, so we kept up a pretty good pace.

Without a confirmed host in Montrose (our planned host unfortunately had to back out), we revised the parade route cheer to include “What do we need? Housing!” Luckily, it paid off and a lovely family allowed us to camp out in their backyard. With a trampoline (which Ben couldn't pull himself away from), water guns (Henry and Chris had an impressive showdown) and fireworks to launch at night, it became one of the best hosts we've had so far.

The constant generosity we encounter along the way truly amazes us sometimes, and even in a place where we had no arranged plans, community members come out and support us. It is situations like this that show the power of caregivers and community, especially for those we know undergoing cancer treatments.

-Dan

Cherry Days Festival - Paonia, CO (Days 39-40)


It was sad to leave Glenwood Springs, especially because we were giving up our opportunity to truly experience the hot springs. My group of Rob and Amy were excited for the day though, knowing there was a day off at the end of it. The first twenty miles were nice and flat, with farm lands on either side of the road. I got a kick out of seeing a tractor-crossing sign on the road with the snow-capped mountains in the background.

Before any real climbing, we came upon a beautiful waterfall. Of course, the team stopped and found the energy to hike up the hillside and get a spectacular view of the water from the top. It also gave us time to be off the bike, and also tell the other tourists about our trip. Like always, we got some great reactions.

Finally (maybe not happily) we reached McClure Pass, a challenging three miles straight up the mountain. It posed a good challenge to the team, and even the groups that got rained on still felt great getting up it. The reward for the climb was a great downhill to a nice lunch stop on a ledge overlooking a beautiful valley. We were told the rest of the day would be nice and easy into Paonia, making us all excited.

It was going great until we reached a side road with several railroad crossings. Knowing me, I of course had to take one at just the wrong angle to get my tire stuck. I was thrown to the ground, with the battle scars to prove it, and Rob, who was right behind me, ran right into me. There is nothing like a good fall, however, to motivate you to finish the day.

It was the annual Cherry Days Festival in Paonia, so our day off was filled with fun things to do. It was great walking around the town, exploring the stores, eating free food and cherry ice cream, and buying awsomely-ugly t-shirts for three bucks. It is small communities like Paonia, who open up their arms to our group and cause, that make long and mountainous days worth it.

-Dan

Dirt Roads and Flooded Bike Paths - Glenwood Springs, CO (Day 38)


The sun arose like any other day in Kremmling, CO, but it was anything but a normal day. Today was a monumental day. Monumental enough to put down in the annals of...the world. It was kind of like (ENTER REALLY IMPORTANT EVENT!!!). Today saw the second reunion of TEAM SAUSAGE!!!

Clad in their most spandexey of spandex, the Team to End All Teams circled up like any other day..but today was anything but a normal day, like I mentioned earlier, pay attention. Today was to be a very difficult day, fraught with peril and other thinks a lot like peril. Rob dedicated his ride to Danny Sussman, hoping that the enthusiasm that he is showing in his fight with cancer would somehow reach him as he climbed through the Rockies.
::dramatic music and drumroll::

The Sausages began the morning with a rousing chant of “Jimmy Dean: Sausage links and patties,” and then started the climb through the mountains. Climbing out of Kremmling, they made their first turn...

Onto a dirt road.

These were trying times for all sausages. Momo's knees continued to hover right on the verge of snapping due to his seeming inability to shift into any lower gear. Seriously man, really? Tom wouldn't shut up about the scenery. The bears (Papa and Uncle Hubie Bear) were their quiet, pensive selves, with PBJ gently muttering and Uncle Hubie blasting Pearl Jam.

Downhills were the most dangerous part. Imagine, if you will, driving over a rumble strip. Now imagine that you are doing that on a bike with no shocks. Now make those rumble strips uneven, on a 7% grade downhill at 30 mph, and with random large rocks in the way. Its kind of like that but worse.

Despite the harsh road conditions, the wurst were treated to some of the most b-e-a-utiful vistas of the entire trip. Breath-taking canyons with miniature railroad and Colorado River (we crossed it today!) winding through the bottom. The scenery started to become more barren, with jagged red rocks and sparse green scruff dominating the views.

With bums totally numb from the morning's dirt road action (which lasted about 30ish miles) and a nice thunderstorm scare (with unsafe fire and boulder (looking at you James)), Sausages reached the bike path that would take them into Glenwood. The path ran adjacent to the raging (totes rage) Colorado River, sandwiched between two 300 ft sheer cliffs on either side (and I-70.) Only a few miles out, a major obstacle: The bike path was closed due to flooding. With little choice in the matter (we couldn't bike on the interstate), we had to ford the river. The water turned out to be only a few inches (read: 6-7) with little current. The real fun was getting everybody's bikes over the 12 foot high chain link fence on the other side. The sausages also took delight in watching Ondrej try (and succeed...) in fitting through a hole in the fence really not meant for a man of his size.

The hot springs people wouldn't let us in, which caused much displeasure. But a team SAUSAGE day without any flats? Was that mentioned yet? No flats? BOOSH! What a day.

No flats! -- Rob out --

A Report on Yogi's Birthday - Kremmling, CO (Day 37)


Kremmling, CO – It has been reported that today was a relatively easy day for the 25 riders of the great organization called Hopkins 4k for Cancer. Witnesses claim that most of the 46 mile ride was downhill and the riders pedaled at most once or twice. The riders seemed pleased about this, stating that the last two days had been intensely hard, with climbing up Trail Ridge and touching the snow line at 12,000 feet and what not.

Our sources also stated that it was one rider, Yogeeta's (affectionately known as Yogi Bear or Precious) 20th birthday. She was going to use this happy occasion as an excuse to ride the van instead of her bicycle, but changed her mind at the last minute when she found out what the terrain was like. When we interviewed her after the ride she said, “I am really glad I decided to man up and ride my bike today. I got to see some incredible scenery on the way from Grand Lake to Kremmling. It just would not have been the same if I were in a car. Also, my team and I thought it would be a great idea to take a break by the swampiest part of the Colorado River. We ended up getting attacked by an angry storm of mosquitoes and spent the rest of the day simultaneously scratching our arms and legs while biking. I would not have missed this for the world.”


Another reason for her happiness was the fact that her team, which consisted of her fellow band members Alison (aka Harmony) and Katie (aka Destiny), Jess Arms (aka Hater) and Jesse (aka PBJ/ Papa Bear), decided to celebrate her birthday with a breakfast at the Bear's Den instead of leaving with the other groups. The 'Papa Stacks' of pancakes, free slice of chocolate cheesecake, eggs and root beer were reported to be delicious. The team finally got on their bikes at 11:45 am, mainly because Papa Bear was getting restless and angry, and they did not want to deal with the wrath of Papa Bear.


Once they reunited with the other riders in Kremmling, they had the good fortune of meeting Kim and Glyn, their hosts for the night. Kim and Glyn are two sisters who reside in a cute house by the church where the riders were taking shelter for the night and were described as “great” and “awesome”. Kim is learning Hindi and spent a large part of the dinner conversing with Yogeeta and Ankit and sharing her love of the language, Indian culture and Bollywood movies. Yogeeta later found out that she has over 200 Bollywood movies and remembers most of the actors by name, which basically made Yogeeta's day.


In conclusion, the day ended well, everyone went to bed quite content, stuffed with tacos and frosted cookies. The general consensus was that Colorado rocks and that it is going to be hard to find memory space for the gazillions of pictures that are being taken of the gorgeousness all around.


This article brought to you by Yogeeta Manglani.


(Illegal Message thrown into article – Papa, Mama, Hits, Dings love you and miss you guys!)

Trail Ridge Road and Rocky Mtns. National Park - Grand Lake, CO (Day 36)


12300 feet. Our final elevation. Our day started at a mere 7600 feet, at the entrance to Rocky Mountain National Park. Although you'd expect the climb to be the hardest part of the day, the elevation of the area was in fact far worse.



Elevation has a huge effect on your body, much of which may not be immediately obvious. While walking across town in Grand Lake last night, I was panting for air despite the extremely low exertion. At 12300 feet, an otherwise gradual and relatively easy hill becomes an insurmountable mountain, as the body tries to utilize more oxygen than the lungs can provide. The first 20 feet after a brief rest feels so great, so easy, yet it quickly becomes nearly impossible after your muscles have burned all the available oxygen.



Despite the 25 mile 4000 foot climb, the extreme elevation, and all the associated hardships, the mountain was absolutely spectacular. Each turn, each hairpin provided new vistas, more beauty. At each turn, I thought, wow, I should take more pictures – it can't get any better than this. Yet it does. At the entrance to Rocky Mountain National Park, we were already stunned by the view. The beauty there was breathtaking, snowcapped mountains framed by lush evergreen forest. Within a few miles of entering the park, we were already a few hundred feet up, and we stopped to take pictures of various people climbing a tree.



We first passed snow around 9800 feet. Just pass the 10560 ft elevation sign (2 miles above sea level!), we stopped and launched a few snowballs at passing riders. Unfortunately, we didn't hit anyone, but it gave us a moment to reflect – we just biked from Baltimore to snow in the middle of summer! As we pushed on, the elevation made moving harder and harder, but we were motivated by the majesty of the views. Just short of 11,700 feet, we passed the famed “4K Rock”, and everyone took pictures of the mountain with bikes over their heads.



When we finally reached the highest elevation on the road – 12,183 feet, we stopped for some pictures. Greg told us that he climbed the hill just behind the road last year, so we figured we might as well do the same. The route up was extremely rocky and steep, but reaching the top was absolutely worth the effort. At our final elevation – 12,314 feet, we took panoramic pictures and videos. The surrounding peaks no longer towered above us, and the crystal clear sky allowed us views for miles. The sense of accomplishment was palpable, which didn't even account for the anticipation of our coming descent.



After a brief stop at the lodge at 11,796 feet for some lunch, we set off on our descent. Within a few hundred feet of leaving the lodge, I was already at 30 mph and climbing. The first hairpin was a hair RAISING ordeal. The label for the turn was only 15 mph, but I couldn't brake down to less than 25 mph. What more could I do but bank as hard as I can and hope there's no gravel? The turn was off the edge of a cliff, and I couldn't decide what I wanted to look at more – the road, or the mountains in the distance. Good thing I choose the road, otherwise I would be PART of the mountains right now!



After dropping a good 1000 feet at petrifying speeds, we arrived at the continental divide. On one side of the line, water flowed toward the Atlantic ocean; on the other side, the Pacific. More pictures later, we descended another 1000 feet toward Grand Lake. The hairpins kept coming, but our speeds kept climbing. Although each turn was labeled for only 15 mph, we topped out at 35. That was by far the most out of vertical I've ever been on a bike! Through the entire descent, the exhilaration was matched only by the beauty of the mountains in the distance, and it was a constant battle for attention – control of the bike or the beautiful view.



As we ended our descent, the mountains opened up to Grand Lake, a spectacular lake nestled within mountains. As night passed, we were stunned by the sky, packed with many more stars than normally visible. Although the town had many street lamps, the Milky Way remained obvious. The entire day will be one I will remember for the rest of my life.


-James Gao

Welcome to the Rockies - Estes Park, CO (Day 35)



“Everything happens for a reason.” - random conversation with another 4K rider


Seven days before the ride into Estes Park—the hardest ride of the trip—I was hit from the back and almost lost all hopes of seeing the Golden Gate Bridge with the team this year. The slow collision pushed my bike seat into the lower part of my spine leaving me with no feeling in my feet for a short period of time. As I began 'hospital hopping' from Red Cloud Hospital for a CAT scan to Karney hospital for an MRI, stranded on a backboard, I realized how quickly something can be taken away from you. In an instant I literally went from biking across the country to not being able to walk. It was emotionally and mentally frustrating as I took for granted the most important asset of all—my good health. Strapped onto the board for the next nine hours, all I thought about were the things I had planned to do in the future that would require mobility. The NYC marathon I want to run in the near future, the school I want to build in Baghdad, playing sports with campers as a counselor, etc. Fortunately, I began to gain feeling in my toes. A buzz of senses came alive and I knew that everything would be okay. The MRI was negative and I was left with wearing a back brace for the rest of the week.


Seven days later, the ride (climb rather) into Estes Park, became a test of how I was going to see myself for the rest of the trip. “How are you feeling?” Each rider asked me affectionately. I didn't know to be honest, but I thought the famous mountain ahead would generously let me know. I grouped up with Hubert, Dan, and Papa Bear (Jesse). As the climb began I saw Hubert and Jesse ride ahead. Knowing that I needed the motivation of others to push myself over this, especially with the constant back pain, I knew that I would have to push myself and stay with Jesse and Hubert. The climb came out to be that much more special as we screamed and yelled 'MAN UP!!!' to help each other stay pumped. As a group we climbed the twenty miles uphill to reach at about 9,000 feet of elevation.


Everything that goes up must come down and we did with big grins on our faces, but before going downhill we searched for our sweats in Thomas' van as the temperature was less than 50 degrees at the top of the mountain. The rest of the ride was a beautiful downhill with a short stop by a lake reflecting the snows of the mountains in background. Speechless by the view, we envied a bride and groom getting married and began conversing with the wedding crew. After a couple of group photos we flew the next fifteen miles (getting lost twice) and ending up at the YMCA of the Rockies—more of a resort than a YMCA.


The ride rejuvenated my hopes of being able to successfully complete this journey and to finally be able to see The Golden Gates of San Francisco. It reminded me of the beautiful bond of a team, and the compassion that complete strangers a month ago could have once brought together to complete a common goal. The ride and the trip in general has also changed my views on people. When given the right components to live a good life which I have been raised on to believe are a mixture of loyalty, honesty, respect, trust and love will be its constant means.


As I was wheel-chaired back to my hospital bed, two visitors came to take me back to the church in Franklin, Nebraska. Thinking about my family back home and my new 27 brothers and sisters, the presence of people caring about my health made me fall asleep soundly in the car ride back to Franklin.


-Mohammad Modarres

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Feature in the Fort Morgan Times, CO

Wiggins hosts Hopkins 4K team

Riders stay at Summit Baptist Church

Members of the Hopkins 4K for Cancer team take some time to enjoy a little 4-square game in the basement of the Summit Baptist Church in Wiggins. The church hosted the bicycle riders for a night last week.

Members of the Hopkins 4K for Cancer team take some time to enjoy a little 4-square game in the basement of the Summit Baptist Church in Wiggins. The church hosted the bicycle riders for a night last week.

Hopkins 4K for Cancer riders stopped in Wiggins and stayed at the Summit Baptist Church.

Hopkins 4K for Cancer riders stopped in Wiggins and stayed at the Summit Baptist Church.

Wiggins Town Council member Brad Weese welcomed the Hopkins 4K for Cancer team last week.

Wiggins Town Council member Brad Weese welcomed the Hopkins 4K for Cancer team last week.

A group of riders on the Hopkins 4K for Cancer team comes into the outskirts of Wiggins on Morgan County Road Q. They had come almost halfway through the 4,000 miles of their trip from the East Coast to the West Coast.

A group of riders on the Hopkins 4K for Cancer team comes into the outskirts of Wiggins on Morgan County Road Q. They had come almost halfway through the 4,000 miles of their trip from the East Coast to the West Coast.



Every year the Hopkins 4K for Cancer bicycle marathon rides through Wiggins — and this year was no different.

Last week, 25 riders and three team support staffers rode to the Summit Baptist Church after a month on the road. They still had another month to go to finish their 4,000-mile ride from Baltimore to the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, said team member Jesse Richter.

The church has hosted the riders for at least five years and others in town had done so before, said Wiggins Town Council member Brad Weese, who greeted the team.

Richter just graduated Johns Hopkins University with a B.S. in civil engineering. Taking the long ride was something he had always wanted to do and it was the perfect thing to do before he started his career, he said.

His family has been touched by cancer. His grandfather had died before Richter was born, he said.

Team member Jessica Arms' family was also touched by the dreaded disease. A week before she set out, her father was diagnosed with prostate cancer and he had surgery two days later, she said.

Fortunately, it had not spread and he's doing well, Arms said.

Others in her family have also contracted cancer of some kind. One died and another fought it for years, she said.

Both of the riders said cancer is something that seems to affect almost everyone, either personally or through knowing someone who has had it.

On top of raising funds for cancer research, the ride is an adventure because not many people get to make such a tour.

“But the cause keeps you going," Richter said.

The 4K is definitely about the cause. Each team member has to raise at least $4,000 in pledges for the effort and major sponsors also chip in. This team raised more than $100,000, he said.

This is no Sunday ride with the kids.

"The first 10 days were rough, but it got easier," Richter said.

On the other hand, the riders do not have to be champion bike riders. Richter said he's a runner and plays rugby, but not a road cyclist. Arms said she's not a serious bike rider, either, but is fit as a cross country runner who has done triathlons and backpacked across Europe and South America.

Of course, the riders don't do it alone. The support staff drive vans that carry gear and are also there with water and food for lunch stops, Richter said.

"They're really pivotal," he said.

Candidates for the trip are interviewed in October and chosen in November each year. Then the teammates get together for training and to work as volunteers at the Hope Lodge, which is a place for families of cancer victims to stay while their loved ones are getting treatment, Richter said.

Most of the riders do not know each other, but it is amazing how they "click," he said.

The team tends to stay in churches along the route, but also stopped at the University of Illinois, Illinois College and some YMCA chapters, Richter said.

Richter was the leg leader for the middle third of the trip, which means he serves as the spokesman for the group. He also has to beg lunch from places along the way, he said.

"We've had a lot of McDonald’s," Richter said.

It was easy finding food in Nebraska, but the job will be harder as the group heads over the Rocky Mountains, through Estes Park and over Trail Ridge Road, and when they hit the desert — not to mention the grueling effort, he said

Nonetheless, the group was excited about a change of scenery, Richter said.

Arms said she's taking the trip because people often talk about the "bleakness in the world … but don't do a lot about it."

"This is a chance to do something," she said.

Arms stresses early detection.

"It saved my dad's life; it will save a lot of lives," she said. Also, diet and exercise can help. "Two-thirds of cancer is preventable."

A third of cancer cases are attributed to smoking and another third to diet, Arms said.

— Contact Dan Barker at business@fmtimes.com.