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Good Food, Good Friends, Good Fun

familyWe have a long trip ahead of us to get to Tuba City, Arizona. I find myself thinking about how blessed I am to have come across my riding partners. They are all so generous of the various talents they have.

Bart and Martha supply all the comforts of home with their upscale fifth-wheel RV. And each night, before he retires to bed, Bart makes sure I have enough blankets, he puts the remote on the end table nearest me, and asks if I need anything else. I always respond by saying, “You are so kind, and yes, I have everything I need.” Yet every night, Bart will head to the refrigerator and grab a cold bottle of water for me. He hands it to me with a smile, saying, “You might need this tonight.”

Martha always makes sure I get my bathroom time uninterrupted. What a gentle soul she is. So kind, so giving, so much like I remember my paternal grandmother. She even has Nana’s Irish smiling eyes.

Bart and Martha are definitely the parent-figures in this group. And even though I’m sure I’m older than Martha, not by much, she seems to be my “mother” figure.

Carol and Mac are my free-spirits. They keep me young and eager to try new things. I quickly think back to my skydiving excursion. WOW! I still can’t believe I did it. They are just fun, fun people to be around. They love to tease, something I’m accustomed to doing myself. And they don’t mind being teased. I’ve developed a close bond with them. They are my “cohorts in crime”, my friends, my bosom buddies.

And then there’s Pete and Faith. How can I not like Pete and Faith? Faith is the dog whisperer. She has a stronger passion for animals than I could ever hope to have. And Pete has a passion for Faith that goes beyond respect, beyond love, beyond commitment. It’s almost as if Pete can read Faith’s every thought. Maybe he can.

By late afternoon, Bart manages to earn the trust of a farmer who allows us to park the fifth wheel near the barn. That night, as we get ready for dinner, I’m asked to say the blessing.
“Dear Lord,” I start, “Thank You for this good food, thank You for good friends, and thank You for the fun we are having. Amen.”

I see Martha wipe an errant tear from her cheek. She grabs my hand, giving it a squeeze and says, “We are blessed to have you with us.”
We all chime in, “Amen.”

And in my real world, I’ve recovered almost from the loss of my dog, but I’m now facing a new family crisis. A dear aunt of mine has been told she has cancer. We don’t know how long she’ll be with us since her form of cancer is an aggressive one, but we will always have the memories of the good food we’d have at her house, the good friends we met through her, and all the fun we’d have when all the relatives converged on Aunt Pat and Uncle Tom’s house. Fond, fond memories. I’m blessed to have such a great family.

So take a moment to think about those people who you associate with good food, good friends, and good fun. If you haven’t talked to one of them in a while, pick up the phone and say “hi.” You don’t want to wait until you get that call that this person has passed away. And as always, let’s keep going the distance.


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Monumental Sights

by Betsy Finley

The beauty of the Pine Ridge is now behind me.  It’s sort of sad to leave this area I feel so close to, but the road is calling to me so my trip continues.  It’s a crystal clear morning and I’m now on my way to the Black Hills in South Dakota.  What an awesome site to see these hills from 60 miles away.  

The scenery surrounding me are these rolling sand hills where I imagine pioneers traveling across in their covered wagons.  I guess these thoughts keep coming to me since I am doing somewhat the same type of trip although they didn’t have the convenience of paved roads to travel on.  My mind also travels to those famous monuments in the Black

Hills that I plan on seeing, but I have to admit that nothing can be more awe inspiring than the monumental sights I’m seeing right now.  God has blessed us all with wonderful scenery that differs from state to state.

After 5 days on the road I’ve finally made it to Oelrichs, South Dakota.  It’s a small community and is named after Harry Oelrichs, a rancher in that area.  I couldn’t find out any more information on this guy, but I figured he must have been quite the rancher/land owner to have a town named after him.  You may be wondering why it took me 5 days to go 32 miles.  

Well, in the real world I’m preparing for the Thanksgiving holidays.  I have family coming in from Nebraska and the Thanksgiving meal responsibility is mostly on my shoulders.  But the good news is I’m still biking, maybe not as far, but the motivation to continue biking through these holiday times is there and I’m going to embrace this phenomenon.  I say it’s a phenomenon because in past years if I was doing any exercising, it fell by the way side due to the extra activities that occurred during the holidays.  It would take me 6 months to get started again, but that won’t be happening this year because I’m more disciplined with this imaginary road trip.  I have a goal and I plan on achieving that goal.  And I know that my continued riding will help me get through the added stress of the holidays. 

So for all of you who may are thinking about taking a break from exercising through the holidays, try shortening your time instead of giving it up.  It’s a lot easier to lengthen the time when the holidays are over then it is to get started again.

Happy Thanksgiving to you all and let’s keep going the distance.

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