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As you may know, we, Mark Beckerman, Matt Carlozzi, Matt Kocek and Stephanie Kadlec are riding our bikes from Chicago, Illinois to Ft. Worth, Texas to celebrate the 2009 International Sport and Cultural Festival. However, we have a far loftier goal than just riding our bicycles there. As members of the American Sokol Organization dedicated to its success, we are riding to raise money to fund an “American Sokol National Leadership Camp.” The goal of this camp is to maintain year-round programming for the communities that surround it, all the while maintaining the Sokol ideals. Please help us with this huge endeavor by donating what you can to support our ride and start this fund. In return, please accept these small tokens in appreciation of your generous support.Basic Biker - $10 - $24
Comfort Cruiser - $25 - $99
City Cycler - $100 - $249
Trail Trekker - $250 - $499
Road Racer - $500 - $999
Cross Country Crusader - $1000 and Up
Ride2Camp - Day One Hello Ride2Camp Supporters! We just set up camp for the night in Fisher, IL. We traveled 123 miles starting at 5:36am and ending at 4:48pm. The townsfolk are great and welcomed us with open arms. We'll try to respond to emails but reception is hit or miss. 
We have included a link with our route for today and tomorrow! Day #2: Saturday, June 13th: route day two Feel free to email us here or call or text Carlozzi at 216-496-1161. Nazdar Y'all!! Ride2Camp: Day Three Hello Ride2Camp Supporters! Fortunately for us, and unfortunately for you, Day 3 was much less eventful than Day 2. We had no run-ins with animals, the law or any interesting strangers. But, here is what we did do since we last emailed you: 
We arrived at Ramsey Lake State Park after feeling unsafe and unwelcome in Ramsey, IL. This was the same size town as our previous overnight stay, but we got nothing but bad vibes, so off to the State Park we went. We arrived near sundown as we had way too many extra stops, so we rushed to set up camp, apply bug spray, fill our water bottles, etc. After finding the spots in our respective tents that has the fewest sticks and stones underneath, we quickly fell asleep. No loud music, no unruly teens, no worries about out bikes. However, Matt Carlozzi was still rudely awakened. The culprit? Mark and his unruly appetite. He woke up so hungry that he rifled through his bags to find his leftover Subway, thus alarming Carlozzi. He was not a "happy camper!"
Oh, and we got our uniforms tonight! They arrived late in Chicago, so we had them overnighted to Allison's. They're a bit snug, but they sure look cool on us!
Nazdar Y'all! PS - We're 31.67% finished! Ride2Camp - Day Four Greetings from the Show Me State! After we all slept like babies in beds, on couches or on the floor (Carlozzi insisted), we ate delicious banana nut pancakes Allison prepared for us and departed toward the Mississippi River. 
At the start, we had to conquer our hilliest segment of land yet. The hills were both steep and long, but we had not yet warmed up our legs, backs, etc. Though right around when the hills began to shrink, mother nature decided to make up for an uneventful day 3. As the rain started, we pulled over to waterproof our things and ourselves. For about 2.5 hours, we were pelted with rain, but our spirits were high and the cool drops acted as natural air conditioning. With the wind still our friend today, we peddaled on, making great time! Our lunch destination was historic Cairo (pronounced kay-row). We imagined this town, right on the Mississippi, would be full of action. Not the case. We have been riding through some pretty bleek, run-down towns, but we all left Cairo mildly depressed. On a Monday at midday, the town was virtually abandoned. Grandious marquees falling apart. Formerly gorgeous 1920s houses all boarded up. 9 out of 10 businesses were vacant. This town seemingly had been robbed of its spirit, much different from the other small illinois towns that seemed to be apathetic about their lives. All we can imagine is that when I-57 came through and a new, better bridge was built, Cairo went by the wayside. After a depressing lunch, we carried on in the rain to the bridge to cross the Mississippi River into Missouri. The bridge was so narrow that two trucks could barely fit side by side. When the coast was clear, we went for it. As the bridge was long and steep, we caused a pretty large traffic jam! Alas, though, Missouri! 
The rain stopped finally and we entered a small town called East Prairie at a gas station to carb up. An older woman approached us as we were eating snacks and asked us about our trip and invited us to a charity ride they have every year. We could not make it as it was a week away, but she kept talking to us. She had heard about tornado watches in the area and wanted to get us safely to our final stop. She made a few calls and escorted us about 5 miles to our final stretch. She said that 'they'd be waiting for us' in New Madrid. Now, here we sit in the New Madrid, MO community center (which we were simply escorted to by the police and given the keys to the door). We are extremely full because the town advisor made a call to a restaurant called Rosie's and said we could eat for free. We have heat/ac, water, fridge, toilets, a roof and a new favorite town! We are more grateful than you can imagine for the people here and for Silvie, our friend who made it all possible from East Prairie. Well, its getting late and we need to check our tires, pack our panniers and get some rest! Arkansas tomorrow! Day #5: Tuesday, June 16th: route map
Nazdar Y'all! Ride2Camp - Day 5 Good Evening from Arkansas! This morning, we woke up warm and dry with refrigerated fruits and water. We mopped up our mess at the New Madrid Community Center and departed for Arkansas! We figured we'd get out of Missouri as soon as possible because we wouldn't find anything better there. At around 6:37am, though, tragedy struck. An ear-deafening pop followed by Carlozzi skidding to a stop meant we'd be fixing a tire. We pulled into the grass and assessed the situation. A tube can be patched within minutes. A small hole in a tire can be plugged long enough to get to a bike shop. A 6 inch rip along the seem of the tire equals a new tire. We had patches and tubes, but this was beyond repair. WIth our handy dandy Internet phones, we looked up the nearest bike shops. There was nothing within 30 miles. And, it was not even 7am. We were talking about Carlozzi hitching a ride to a shop while everyone else continued. We talked about somehow rigging his bike to Kocek's and having a make-shift tandem bicycle. After scratching all plans, we went to our new friend: Silvie. 
Carlozzi called Silvie to ask if she knew of any local shops that did not come up on our phones. She only knew of the ones we'd found. There was a Wal-Mart 20 miles north of her that had our new tire and we said we'd call the county to see if a police officer could give us a ride. They said they had no one available. Mark then tried using his AAA membership to tow us all to Wal-Mart. He gave the directions and then the questions came about the vehicle. Uh oh. The operator had never heard of a 2008 Novara Safari. When Mark explained that it was a bicycle, the conversation quickly ended. Meanwhile, as Silvie had not heard back from us, she had already gotten out of bed, filled up her gas tank and let her husband know she was going to see some guys she met last night. She insisted on driving to Wal-Mart and all the back down to where we were. We fixed the tire and were off. After 3.5 hours, we had traveled 7 miles. Not a good start. Shortly thereafter, it started to rain again. Well, it didn't really rain. It was more like thousands of pellets being shot out of guns onto our skin, into our eyes and mouths. We could not see. We could barely ride straight. The winds were as strong as they had been all trip. The sky was black. Yet, we were all calm. We rode on. Until... The sirens started to sound. Even being from large metropolises, we knew sirens were bad. Now, rather than squinting to avoid the needle-like rain, our eyes were wide open darting across the horizon looking for a tornado to touchdown. We contemplated stopping at every house we passed, but made into the next town. And just as abruptly as it started, it ended. We all felt scared, yet with adrenaline pumping, and will never forget the sirens. The good news was that we were ahead of schedule from the day before, so we had only 90 miles to go (yes, ONLY 90). So, we were about 30 miles in, pumped up, wet and 3 hours behind. The rest of the day we hoped would be better. As we hit our final 60 mile stretch, our dear friend mother nature was up to no good again. We were heading southwest and for 60 straight miles, the wind was traveling northeast. And be traveling, we mean racing. Averaging 30 miles per hour, the wind was relentless. We took turns leading, acting as a shield to the others as we filed tightly together, but we were getting completely worn out. After about 40 miles, we decided that we'd switch every mile, with the "shield" falling to the back for 3 miles of rest before being beaten down again. This plan worked surprisingly well and we all were able to overcome the wind. At around 7:05, we arrived at our destination: Paragould, AR. Now we sit at Brad's house, a "couch surfer" member who hosts other members of the couch surfing community. (There is actually a website where people make profiles advertising their need for places to sleep while traveling or their ability to house travelers.) Aside from being a great host and being fully prepared, Brad is also a part-time bike repairman. Not only are we comfortable, well-fed and safe, but we all got tune-ups too! So, aside from the mini-explosion in Carlozzi's tire, the casting call for Twister 2 and the 30+ mph winds, we had a great day. In all honesty, if we had not been staying at Brad''s, but rather in our tents, the day would be classified as awful. We look forward to waking up sore tomorrow and doing it all again.
Nazdar Y'all! Ride2Camp - Day 6 Hello from Clarendon, Arkansas!! Raise your hand if you thought yesterday was a rough day. 4 hands would be up here, had we the strength. Now, for the 3rd time, we have had our hardest day yet. It was relatively uneventful, but here is how it went. We packed our things at Brad's and departed toward Clarendon, 118 miles away. It was in the 80s at 6am. Not a good start. The hills were a plenty by 6:15. The wind was howling in our faces by 7:00. Our good night of rest was made irrelevant before rush hour. 
We trekked on, as usual, and stopped for a much-needed break from the wind and sun at a diner in Hickory Ridge called the Fowl Play Cafe. This town had a population of 158 and had a sign upon entering that read "if it flies, it dies." Thrilling. We sat at the cafeteria table in the only open seats near some guys who were working on the road in town. We got to talking as we do and were informed of the nothingness that was to follow on our route. After eating, we left and planned our stops according to our new friends. With the wind and heat, we needed to plan precariously. By this point we were stopping every 10 to 15 miles which was killing our time and hopes to make it to Clarendon. We pulled up to a small cinder block building in Hunter, a town of 118. We were greeted by the owner who offered us free water and chips. As we were about to leave (after a lengthy chat with the owner's wife Marcia and her friend), we were asked where we were staying. We said we'd have to figure that out if we actually made it to Clarendon. We were contemplating stopping in a motel in a town before there. Then Marcia said to hold on. She called her ex-mother-in-law and asked if we could sleep in her yard in Clarendon. You all can guess what happened next. Three of us are now asleep in the guest bedroom of a 500 square foot home of an 80 year old widow. The other is soon to follow. We got showered and changed and prepared for our 7th consecutive day of our journey. Unfortunately we did not take many pictures today as we were too exhausted to be touristy, our phones did not work often, and it was near impossible for us to finish our day. If not for knowing we had a backyard to stay in, we undoubtedly would be behind schedule starting tomorrow. We are beaten down. There is not one single body position that is remotely comfortable. What keeps us going are the people we continue to meet and the supportive emails and texts we receive from all of you. Without you all and the amazing people we have encountered, we would be just another group of people looking to do something crazy. We do have a mission, and because of the supporting cast of loyal readers and local good samaritans, we will not fail. Goodnight from Clarendon!
Nazdar Y'all! Ride2Camp - Day 7 Salutations from Bearden, AR, We woke up at 4:30 and packed up, carbed up, and pumped up in our little spare bedroom. Our new grandmother, Maedean, was up with us in her hair net and nightgown and made us pose for pictures. She gave us huge hugs and told us to come back anytime. We were off to the bridge. Leaving Clarendon included crossing a massively long and steep bridge that when two semi trucks are crossing simultaneously, "they smack mirrors." Two different people in two different towns told us that. To add to the already inherent danger, we crossed in the dark. Well, nothing exciting happened. Sorry. 
We were cruising until we wound up on an interstate. Without notice, route 79 merged with an interstate and we got into a bit of an argument. One of us wanted to stop and look at the map. One wanted to throw the bikes over a fence and take the frontage road. One wanted to go backwards on the interstate. And Mark just wanted to eat. We went back up and went to the center of Pine Bluff. It was lunch time and humid as can be. We sat and talked to a bunch of people as they left the gas station as we rested for well over an hour. As we were pulling out, a woman pulled up, asked Steph our story and after 20 seconds, parked her car, got out, and handed Steph $20. We jotted down her email address and thanked her graciously for her blind generosity. We love Arkansas! We continued on our slightly windy (but only about 10mph, which is still awful, but better than the previous 3 days), extremely hot and humid ride. We stopped a few places for gatorade and snacks, and in Rison, Marcia (from the day before) called me saying she has a cousin in a town 15 miles past our stop in Fordyce that we could stay with. We had a decision to make. In Fordyce, we ate and bought fruits for the next 2 days and thought about staying in a motel; our first non-free night. We were tired, grumpy and content having made it to our scheduled stop, but the idea of getting ahead intrigued us. Free intrigued us more. A new set of people helping us was the kicker. 
Tired, grumpy and full, we hopped back on the saddle and headed to Bearden. We entered the town and were alarmed at the run down buildings. We got to the house and... well, just look at the picture! Jeff and Mindy are PHENOMENAL! Jeff is Marcia's distant cousin with whom he hasn't spoken in 10 years. Within seconds we were family. We had towels, food, water and laughs galore and once again, new friends. We've got couches and blow-up mattresses awaiting and another long (but 14 miles shorter now!) day tomorrow!
Nazdar Y'all!
PS - we're 68% done! We were in Chicago 785 miles ago! Ride2Camp - Day 8 Howdy all y'all Ride2Camp followers! Wow. Is it really the 8th night? It feels like a month since we were in Fisher, yet, at the same time, does not feel like we've been in the middle of nowhere for 8 days. At the start of day 8, we awoke at 4:30am, and Mindy was awake and ready to make us breakfast. As we prepared, she cut up some fruit, scrambled some eggs, cooked some sausage, baked some biscuits and made 4 very sore individuals into 4 very sore and full individuals. We exchanged hugs and handshakes with Mindy and Jeff and left in the dark again. The earlier we leave, the less time we'll have to be in the Arkansas sun. A smooth shoulder on route 79 coupled with full bellies made for an easy first leg of the day. Jeff even caught up with us on his way to work and snapped some action shots of us. We took our usual break after a few hours and decided the best plan was to take another break before lunch. The sun really gets hot, and rather than eat lunch at 11:00am as usual, we were going to eat after 12:00pm and sit at a restaurant during the hottest part of the day. 
By the time we were done eating and drinking bottomless glasses of ice water and sweet tea, we started to get excited; we were going to be in Texas in 27 miles! While we did miss the sun for almost 2 hours, it was still waiting to roast us when we got back to the road. Not only were we almost to our final state, but the locals told us that the rest of the way was flat. After applying sunscreen (again!), we departed for the hilliest segment of our journey yet... Apparently the either today was "opposite day" or "lie about the Arkansas terrain day" because we were miserable as the hills kept rolling up and down for about 18 miles. But, we could smell Texas. Neither the 99 degree temperature with high humidity nor the foothills of the Ozarks was going to keep us out. Kocek had his ipod on and his speakers bunjeed to his bike and we rocked and rolled. At about 5:15pm, we crossed into the Texas half of Texarkana! The flashing bank signs still read 97-99 degrees, but in a few moments, we'd be at Michael's house in the air conditioning. Michael and Alecia are also on couchsurfer; the same place that connected us with Brad. We quickly showered, relaxed, played with the dogs Marley and Kaya, and ate chicken, vegetables and potatoes from Michael's garden (all but the chicken). Now we're horizontal for the night. And looking to wake up again around 4:30am to avoid at least some of the sun. We're sorry nothing really exciting happened today, but we were due for a break. We're not actually sorry, as the hills and heat were more than enough to cripple us without the aid of exploding tires, tornados, turtles in the road, thunderstorms or backtracking off of the interstate. Please continue to send emails and texts. We read them all, but hope you understand we'd never sleep if we responded to everyone. But, in 2 1/2 days, we'll have all the time in the world! 247 miles to go!
Nazdar Y'all from TEXAS! PS - there is no way we could choose anything other than the picture of the 'Welcome to Texas' sign. It speaks for itself... Ride2Camp - Day 9 Howdy Loyal Readers! We woke up at Michael's house at 4:30am with smiles on our faces. We got to sleep relatively early, we were clean, we had strawberries and bananas awaiting us and we knew that we had woken up in Texas! Our journey was more than 75% finished and we had no more state lines to cross. The countdown had begun. We started out in the Texarkana dawn with our annoying flashing red tail lights swithed on. The morning was warm and muggy, but the road was relatively smooth. We rode on a road with a 70mph speed limit, though. This was a little unnerving, but being a Saturday, traffic was light. However, we still managed to pass a vehicle moving in the same direction as us. We swear to you that we passed a covered wagon with a family inside being drawn by horses on a 70mph road. We asked what on earth they were doing. They were simply going 8 miles into town for breakfast. (This inspired us to start planning the logistics of Ride2Camp 2010!) 
Before we left, Michael said the roads would be fairly level the rest of the way. He was right... for the first 20 miles. Yesterday the hills were massive and frequent. Today, they simply never stopped. By 8:30, we were soaking in sweat from the laborious peddaling up and down. We made a point to mention the hills yesterday, but today was actually worse. None of us recall a time in the final 75 miles when we rode 2 miles without climbing a significant grade. We should have been alarmed when we looked at the map at towns like Mount Pleasant, Mount Vernon, etc. Instead, we grumbled again about someone imagining the smooth interstates nearby and assuming the backroads were equally flat. Good news is that the high was only 95 today. Near our lunch stop, a woman rode by us flailing her arms at us in excitement. We stopped and greeted her, only to learn that it was Rhonda Liska of Sokol Ennis. She had been emailing us for a few days and just decided to spend her Saturday with us 70 miles from home. She had a cooler full of Gatorade, water, energy drinks (which we passed on) and juice. She then offered her services for the day, basically to be our escort. She drove up ahead of us and made sure we were hydrated, then went into Winnsboro and scoped out the scene. We were ahead of schedule, so Winnsboro was our final destination. There, Rhonda picked up menus from the local eateries and haggled with the local motel to get us the corporate rate. That pretty much decided our fate for the night, and after being spoiled indoors for 6 consecutive nights, it was really hard to argue. I don't think she would've taken no for an answer anyways. She had logged 150 miles in her car being our servant, so it was the least we could do. Rhonda has left us now (after a grocery store stop, which was after eating at La Parrilla) with drinks and snacks from home. She is a true Sokol, just as dedicated to our cause as we are. She would have sold her car had we asked her to, and we look forward to seeing her Monday when we're finished riding. Yes, that is 2 more days of peddaling! It is way past our bedtime now, thus this very hilly chapter of our story must come to an end. We look forward to sharing tomorrow's hopefully smooth, dry, cool, and wind-free day. There are only 157 more pesky little miles to go. Its not over yet, but we can sure feel it!
Nazdar Y'all! PS - this picture is the definition of dedication! Ride2Camp - Day 10 Good evening from Poetry, TX! Our connection was so bad last night that we had fallen asleep 2 hours before the phone actually mustered enough signal to send the email. We apologize to anyone who was waiting for it last night. Today started as usual at 4:30am in air conditioning. We admit it; we've been spoiled. We packed our bags and out we went, only to find Carlozzi's front tire to be flat. Of course the one rider with huge mountain tires is the only one to have tire issues. The hole was so small that it took 4 people 30 minutes to find and repair it. Thus, we were off to a late start. Little did we know that it had only begun. After a late start, we were all looking forward to finally finding the flat part of Texas. To date, we are yet to find it. The hills were out to get us today. They were not the tallest, but oh were they consistent!? We don't typically mind a hill or two, as we get a rest when rolling down. The last three days, though, have been absolutely awful, today being the worst. But, we were only a day and a half from the end. 
After a few hills, the winds picked up. Now we haven't had a wind at our backs since day 3, so we were used to it. But the wind hadn't been that bad with the hills. Today, they were working in unison against us. We went two directions: south and west. This means the wind was either up our noses or in our left ears. Neither of these felt good. As expected, by 9:00am, we were soaked with sweat. The heat was coming quickly. Within our first 3 hours, we were all grumpy due to all of the elements teaming up on us. We were actually wishing for rain. To add to the mix, we were also riding on the worst pavement we'd ever been on. Later we found out it is "murphey pave" which we speculate was done during the lazy recession instead of repaving the roads. These are gravel roads that are simply soaked in black oil, leaving them as rough as the regular gravel, but in one 30 mile piece of gravel instead. This led us to ask of Texas, "What else do you have?" Oops... As we were approaching our lunch stop, we were climbing another hill in a tight cluster. Carlozzi had to swerve to avoid bumping Stephanie's bag and as a result, Mark bumped him. In an instant, Mark had to avoid swerving into 70mph traffic while maintaining control of his bike on the crummy road. He was successful in n remaining on the shoulder. Control on the Murphy Pave, though, was near impossible. He layed down his bike behind us, causing is all to stop. Alertly, Mark dragged his bike to the grass before searching for his first aid kit. Carlozzi got to him first, and his sock was already bloody from the gash on his knee. After a few minutes of panic, first aid, and repacking our bags, Mark was able to mount again and make it to the Subway for lunch. There we ran into some local paramedics who have is some more first aid advice and supplies. After a 2 hour lunch and rebandaging, we were off to Terrell. At this point, we were not going to ask Texas any more seemingly rhetorical questions. We knew she had power over us. We just had to keep on riding. And we did, all the way to Paula's house in Poetry, TX. We arrived, exchanged life stories, current and past jobs, and stories about the ride. Before long, we were at a farm enjoying interacting with dogs and horses with Paula and her daughter. It was a very relaxing evening; something we needed after Texas have is everything she had. As we sit here on a farm, ready for bed, we are all thinking to ourselves, "Is that really all you've got, Texas?" But shhh... We dare not say it aloud. Today we were challenged. One thing after another we conquered. Everything is bigger in Texas. But, the bigger Texas gets, the better we get. Our reward for such a rough day? We're 78 miles from the finish line; our shortest day yet! See y'all in Ft. Worth tomorrow!
Nazdar Y'all! PS - See? We told you we were already looking into Ride2Camp 2010. Ride2Camp - Day 11 Nazdar Y'all from Fort Worth, Texas!! WE MADE IT! But, here is how it went... Yesterday was our hottest day yet, and of course it could not have been as easy as simply riding 78 miles to the Ft. Worth Convention Center. By 9:30am, we had taken 3 wrong turns and had to figure out a new route on the fly. We ran into roads with no name and a bridge that had been closed down without the knowledge of our mapping program. Yet, we regrouped, rerouted and trudged on through the hottest day yet. It was over 100 degrees yesterday, and by the end, our 78 miles turned into 103. To add to our frustrations, Kocek blew his rear tube about 35 miles from the finish line. We patched it, only to have it blow again 5 miles later. There was an issue with the actual tire, as there was a small hole in it, and it was looking like it had the possibility of becoming the same issue Carlozzi had on day 5. Kocek removed his front and rear tires, put an emergency boot on the hole and switched it to the front, as the rear has significantly more weight. At this point, we were pedaling with our fingers crossed. Our finish time had gone from from 3:00pm to 6:30pm, and our faithful, awaiting our arrival. were getting anxious and worried. At 6:30pm, we made the turn into the convention center, not knowing what to expect. We thought there would be a few Sokol dignitaries waiting to congratulate us, and possibly a few other Sokol who were milling around the area. But, we rode into a screaming crowd of about 75 people, all clapping, waving flags, and snapping pictures. Congratulatory shouts were filling the air. Everyone was overjoyed; some even with tears in their eyes. We had just finished something no one we knew had ever done. Everyone was so filled with emotion because they all know that we did not really finish anything; we have only begun our mission. We would like to thank everyone who supported our cause. We are now in the process of compiling materials to send to corporations about how successful we were and about the lives we touched. We would like to thank all the loyal readers and their support during the ride. The emails we got were heart-warming and supportive. We never imagined a crazy little ride through the heart of the country would have gotten attention outside of Sokol. There are so many people behind the scenes that we would like to thank, but the list would go on and on. Now, we have a week to celebrate. In between celebrating, we have a basketball tournament, 2 volleyball tournaments, marching competitions, 5k runs and people to tell our tale to. Please excuse us for being late, and please excuse us in advance for not replying to everyone's emails this week. When we return home, please look for an update on the ride and a more detailed overview of our trip. For anyone who would like to donate to the American Sokol National Leadership Camp Fund, please find the attached form. We are nowhere near where we need to be, but with your support (and our legs) we will get there. Please stay tuned for more information about Ride2Camp 2010!
Nazdar Y'all!
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We arose at 4:45am, packed our tents, ate fruits and granola and departed for our next 113 miles to Carbondale. We started on route 51, ate lunch on route 51, and ended on route 51. The wind was on our backs about 90% of the day, and we made great time. Even with the wind aiding us, we were all surprised at our performance and energy level, considering we just completed our 2 longest days, and day 3 was the hottest yet. Our planned stop in Carbondale, IL was at a Sokol friend's house. Allison has been at SUI for 2 years completing her master's degree and welcomed the opportunity to house and feed us on our journey. Now, we're packing our bags (in air conditioning), memorizing the route for tomorrow (in air conditioning), getting our CLEAN clothes out of the dryer (in air conditioning) and preparing to sleep well for the first time in days!
