Colorado has been glorious. I knew immediately after crossing the state line that Colorado would literally and figuratively be the peak of my Bike and Build trip. As much as I was dreading leaving the lovely predictable flatlands of Nebraska, my excitement burgeoned as we rode closer to the mountains. The terrain changed noticeably from green and yellow pastures to red and purple mesas. When we entered Loveland, the day before entering the Rocky Mountains, we did a leisurely hike to Devil's Backbone, a really incredible formation of rocks jutting up like a spine, with the Rockies in the distance. As we watched the sun set over the mountains, the wispy clouds above bathed in pink and orange, I nearly cried of joy in anticipation of the beautiful days we had ahead of us.Read More
As you can see on the website, Bike and Build's mission statement is twofold: to benefit affordable housing, and to empower young adults for a lifetime of service and civic engagement.
We've had 7 build days so far, which we mostly still consider a rest day, even if it does require some physical activity. Around 7:30 am, a wake-up time 3 hours later than on our bike days, we leisurely arise from our (often beer-induced) deep sleeps and begin on the build site around 9 am. The type of work we do on the sites varies, partially depending on what stage of construction the house is in when we arrive at the town. Thirty-one people is quite a large group of volunteers, especially when the number of project coordinators is significantly less; we often split up between 2-3 different build sites, and then break off into smaller groups at each site.Read More
This trip can be an emotional rollercoaster, so after writing about some lows in my last post, I wanted to share some fun(ny) moments with everyone!
On one of my rides earlier this week with my friends Sascha and Rachel (who is now back from her elbow injury!), we only had about 50 miles, so it was a pretty short ride. Halfway through, we for some reason started talking in a British accent, and decided that we should maintain it for the entirety of our ride. Granted, none of us had particularly good or accurate British accents; I can say myself that my accent kept going back and forth between Southern and British. Anyway, to kill some time on our short ride, we decided to sit in a corn field, and had the brilliant idea of prank calling people. We called two of our fellow riders who were riding in the van that day, and proceeded to sell them "revolutionary beauty products" made from local manure. It was hilarious, and gave us some fits of laughter that seemed to relieve my muscles a little bit. We do plan to continue prank calling, SO, if any of my fellow riders are reading this right now, I expect you all to keep this a secret!Read More