From Denton,OK-Norman,OK-180 miles

After months of preparation and planning, the 4400 mile journey around the eastern United States started on May 23rd from the Argyle Town Square.  With around 30-40 family members and friends there to send me off, it was definitely an exciting and motivational morning.  Around this time last year my father was getting his first treatments of chemo and now, here to see me off was my father still battling cancer @ MD Anderson and still strong as ever.  While I would love to spend these next 5 months with friends and family like I usually do, I know that with my effort and journey, I can spread awareness of my organization and hopefully raise money towards fighting this debilitating disease.

Family and Infinity and Beyond Team

“Focus on the journey, not the destination.  Joy is not found in finishing an activity but in doing it.”-Greg Anderson

The first few days of the ride definitely didn’t go idealy.  From being a tornado chaser (unintentionally) to multiple road closures in the first 10 miles, this leg was a test of my will and motivation.  The weather lately hasn’t been ideal for biking, but I couldn’t push the start back, so despite the weatherman’s tornado warnings and news of giant hail, I headed off.  I was told that only an hour or so after I left, Argyle was hit with hail…

The first day’s destination was 49 miles to Muenster, TX and started off great(sarcasm), taking over 2 hours for the first 10 miles.  I was forced to back track 3 different times due to road closures before I decided to carry my bike over a lightly flooded road.  I also would like to add, that I am definitely not physically fit or prepared for this ride, and the cool water on my feet was quite amazing.  Over the last month since my ride to Denton from Galveston, I rode my bike 2 times for a total of 12 miles.  All of my time has been devoted to planning the ride, getting the word out locally, and setting up  the Biolume glo run in Denton, TX (find out more at www.runbiolume.com , and a special thanks to my friends at home for putting this event on while I am gone!).  After getting across the river, the ride was actually pretty nice, taking about 4 more hours for me to arrive in Muenster.

The next day was even more eventful with the news of severe storms producing hail and tornados being forecasted throughout the whole state of OK and most of North Texas.  Knowing that I go through quite a few small towns, I went ahead and started.  I guess I’m not a weatherman, cause the whole time I thought the forecasters were nuts.  All day, all I saw and felt was the hot sun, applying coat after coat of sun screen.  That is until I got to Wilson, OK…I could see the clouds starting to build, and word of all the schools closing early started to get me a little worried.  Asking around the town what they thought, the universal answer was “get off your bike and find shelter”.  But I couldn’t find shelter..I still haven’t reached my destination, a CAMPSITE in Healdton, OK.

Never have I felt more vulnerable than I did as I biked the remaining 7 miles to where I had reserved a camp site to observe the formation of these tornados from the comfort of my tent and sleeping bag.  After arriving and scouting out what tree I would tie myself to, a local came and saved me the hassle of picking what type knot to use by bringing me to a local church to stay the night.  :) THANK YOU.  With the hospitality including the donation of a subway sandwich and a cheeseburger, my new found accommodation was great. I was able to watch from indoors as the hail came down with ~50mph winds and sideways rain.

The kindness in people shows 10 fold when they see the kindness in you, and I am continually amazed by the help given to me from people who don’t even know me.  What if everyone just naturally showed this kindness?  Walking into a small town, fully geared up in bike clothing makes it very easy for people to strike up a conversation simply out of a “what the heck are you doing” interest, but what if you showed the kindness and openess to the people you see every day?

I also had a conversation with an individual that really had me thinking.  After offering me a gatorade, a gentlemen in a convenient store told me how he tries to help everyone he can. After having a car wreck while in his twenties, he feels like he could never pay everyone back for the help they had given him.  The sad part was that he was truly troubled by this.  He acted as if the charity given to him was now a burden on his life.  Made me think.  How will I ever pay back all the people that donate and volunteer?  How will people pay me back for starting this non-profit?  These are questions people think about too much,  and often the inability to “pay” someone back can cripple relationships, and can seriously affect people.  Charity shouldn’t be about paying people back, but “paying it forward”, continuing the chain of charity.  If everyone did charity work and good out of action and not just reaction think of how different the world would be.

“Did universal charity prevail, earth would be a heaven, and hell a fable.”-Charles Caleb Colton

Day 3 came with HEAT and WIND.  With about 93 degree temp. all day and a 30 mph west wind attempting to blow me off the narrow country roads, I was kept on edge as I attempted to make it to Norman, OK.  It was about 80 miles of gorgeous country side and hilly roads and it was definitely proving to me how out of shape I was.  The day was relatively uneventful up until a Chevy Avalanche full of kids decided to switch from its collision course a mere 10 feet from back tire, fly 20 feet off the road into the grass, and proceed to peel off, and drive away.  If it wasn’t for the heat evaporating all the water from my body, I’m pretty confident I would have wet my self.  With the shock of the event still going through my mind, I decided to push my pride to the side and call for a friend to come get me in Purcell, about 10 miles short of my Norman goal..  I stayed the next 3 nights with some high school buddies who attended OU, relaxed, and got some desk work out of the way.

I was able to attend the Sun and Ski Sports-Norman’s store for their grand opening, do a few interviews for Oklahoma papers, and get my route updated.  The fun stuff…  But soon I was back on the road to Arcadia, then Stillwater, and onto Wichita, KS!


Next Blog-From Norman to Wichita

With donations and support from people like you, Infinity and Beyond is sure to make a difference in peoples lives these next few months.  How many people I can help, and how much I can help them is dependent on the support that I receive through out my journey.  Along this journey I am going to find and help families that are struggling financially with the costs of cancer care.  I would like to meet and help out the first family in Chicago, IL at the end of June.  Please consider making a contribution so that this is possible.

-Sam Davenport

Next Leg- Wichita, KS to St. Joseph, MO

End of Leg 1 and Arrival to Argyle, TX-Day 5

Originally posted: 4/19/2011

The final day!  320 miles so far, and about 75 to go before I make it to my nice comfy bed in Argyle, TX, my hometown of 17 years.  I already miss the ocean and all the friends I have made in Galveston, but I know that what I have started is going to be something to be remembered for YEARS to come.  Not only that, but the support and love that I have been receiving from my Galveston family has been endless.  Talking to friends after a days ride and getting congratulations messages on Facebook makes me realize that while I may not live near them any more, I will never forget them and they will never forget me.  Plus, this world is WAY TO BIG and life is TOO SHORT for me to settle anywhere at the age of 23.  I was born to ROAM!

So roam, I do!  I pack up my belongings at Waxahachie Creek Park, and head out on the road for what is to be the scariest ride of the trip.  The gorgeous country roads and dirt paths wind throughout the first 20 miles making the early-morning start quite enjoyable for a change!  Crossing wooden bridges over small flowing creeks and weaving in and out of large fields of wheat, I reach my first city of the day, Waxahachie, around noon.  A large town of over 30,000, and conveniently located on a really, really large hill.  I guess as far as flooding goes, this town is perfectly safe, but as far as biking goes?  You might prefer visiting via motor-vehicle.  If you can’t tell already, I wasn’t prepared for hill climbs.  It takes me about an hour to navigate through the town, stopping at a local gas station for some peanuts, a refill on water, and continuing on my way towards the finish.  About an hour later, and 30 miles out, I’m seeing a lot of familiar street signs.  I go through Grandprarie, then Irving, and finally arrive in Grapevine.

 

Thiiiiis is where I start getting a little scared.  Apparently I should’ve looked a little closer at the route I was taking.  Anyone from Argyle would know, 2499 is NOT a good road for a bicycle(especially during rush hour).  My bike and me weigh a combined 280lbs and shake with every 55 mph pass of a semi.  And theres alot of them.  Sooo, this is where I admit to walking part of the ride.  I decide that shoulderless, sidewalk-less roads at rush hour are not a good place for 10mph bicycle, so I walk along the grass with my bike for a couple miles until I reach a safe zone.

Once I got off that road, it was smoooooooth sailing.  I call in to let my sister know of my arrival, and about 2 hours later I make it to Argyle, TX!  My sister Emily, being the amazing sister that she is, has a small group of close friends waiting for my arrival with enough fajitas to feed a small army (not an issue, because I could eat enough to be considered a small army) and an awesome Infinity and Beyond cake!!  Whats better than a Mexican food and cake after a 5 day 396 mile bike ride?  Well, this is my first time to do this, so I dont know, but lemme tell ya!  THIS WAS A WONDERFUL SURPRISE!

 

You may have noticed, that a major message in my blogs is MOTIVATION and SUPPORT.  I believe with these 2 elements that anything is possible.  Without them, there is no way that I could have finished this ride and with the continued support of people like you, I think Infinity and Beyond can make a huge difference in peoples lives.

Surround yourself with people that can supply you with both of these in unlimited quantities and seek this out in times of weakness.  Whether your biking, studying for a test, starting a business, or fighting cancer I think that these 2 things are paramount to your success.  Remember that the only limit on what you do, is yourself.

Push yourself, fight for everything you love, and never give up.

If you enjoyed what you read here at my blog, please consider donating to Infinity and Beyond.  The reason for the bike ride is to promote my mission to raise funds for cancer research and treatment for those who can’t afford it.  Please subscribe to the blog by entering your email on the top right.

Thank you and God bless,

Sam Davenport

Next Leg-Denton, TX to Norman, OK

 

Fairfield to Waxahachie Creek Park-Day 4

Originally Posted: 4/18/2011

Good morning quads and calves, it’s time to wake up.  Apparently last night there was 90 mph winds and pretty serious thunderstorms?  I wouldn’t know because the bed that couch surfer Tamara lent me for the night held me tightly as I drifted into a much needed sleep coma.  Sleeping til noon was a definite possibility but I had a Fairfield Recorder interview at 8am, so I joinedTamara for a bowl of oatmeal, we say our farewells, and I headed off to meet my first reporter!  http://www.thefairfieldrecorder.net/news/2011-04-14/News/To_take_cancer_from_the_race____Man_rides_bike_330.html

After the interview, I started out on the road heading towards Waxahachie Creek park about 70 miles away.  75 degrees out, the cooler temperature was welcomed by my toasty and red shoulders(despite multiple sun screen applications, I missed a couple spots…). However, with the cooler air from the north, came a strong 15-20 mph north wind blowing directly into my face…Hills and a head wind=BAD.  I was going down hills at 10mph, that I would’ve been going 20+mph the previous day.   Right from the start I found myself visualizing the little engine that could saying, “I think I can, I think I can, I think I can..” while my legs were thinking Dr. Kevorkian’s assisted-suicide death machine wasn’t too bad an idea right about now(disclaimer: the opinions of my legs during time of distress do not reflect the opinions of Sam Davenport or anyone associated with Infinity and Beyond).

Just like the days in the past, after the first 20 or 30 miles of mental and physical anguish, the miles and time were flying by faster than the north wind.  The gorgeous array of wildflowers and punishing yet beautiful rolling hills made the day’s ride seem sublime, perfect, with out compare.  I continue to wonder how on earth I have come this far and how amazing the human body is.  My legs may hurt, but somehow they keep trucking on at a pace not too far from what they were doing in the start.  Its obvious that often times in life we settle for what our mind says is limit.  Mental blocks and the statement, “I can’t” keep us from realizing our full potential.  When was the last time you truly surprised your self by something you did?  Better question, when was the last time you truly surprised yourself by something you couldn’t do?  It’s pretty unfortunate that most of us answer with “I don’t know”.  This is because most of us stop before we get to the “surprised” point due to our fear of failure. Aim big.  Failure is simply a stepping stone to success.

“Four short words sum up what has lifted most successful individuals above the crowd: a little bit more.  They did all that was expected of them and a little bit more.”-A. Lou Vickery

What you want is exactly what you get.  If you aim for average, you’re going to get average.   Aim for something above what you THINK you can do and I think you’ll be surprised by the results.  Think, “Infinity and Beyond” (sorry, I just couldn’t resist).  This applies to anything in life.  Business, relationships,  athletic feats, etc.

“The quality of expectations determines the quality of our action”- A. Godin

RANDOM: Sooo, I’m hitting the 300 mile point and couldn’t help but stop to celebrate!  I pull over at a gas station and treat myself to 3 hershey’s chocolate bars.. OMG..yum. and they have almonds..so they are kinda healthy right?  Better and safer than pulling over for a bottle of champagne.  Plus, I’m sure I burned them all off in the next hour.

At about 6pm I had about 15 miles left in the day’s ride and I couldn’t believe that I’ll be finishing this 5 day bike tour at about this same time tomorrow.  CRAZY.  The thought of my bed at my parents house in Argyle definitely became my major motivator.  It didn’t matter if I twisted both my ankles setting up my tent tonight, I was finishing this TOMORROW.  Arriving at Waxahachie Creek Park around 7:30, I was the ONLY person on the campground.

 

I was looking forward to talking with camp neighbors, but being able to camp in such a beautiful lakeside park had its perks.  The wind calmed(right when I’m done riding, typical), the lake was like glass, and I felt like I could hear bass jumping over a mile away.  The sunset over the lake was just as elegant and gorgeous as the ones I’d seen so many times on the coast in Galveston.

Pasta, peanut butter, and tortillas were followed by bed time around 10pm.  I wanted to be able to wake early for the next days bike finale.  Out like a light.

-Sam Davenport

Go to Day 5

ATV Park to Fairfield-Day 3

Originally Posted:4/17/2011

Leaving around 930am I go down the dirt road leading away from General Sam’s and back on highway 75 with a days goal of ~80 miles.  With 150 miles on the legs and the comfort of a prior night’s sleeping in a tent on hard dirt, being “sore” is an understatement.  Weather is predicted to be perfect beach weather, 90 degrees and not a cloud in the sky!  However, as far as biking for 7 hours, this means at least 4 coats of 50 SPF and multiple water pit stops or I turn into a shriveled lobster.  Within the first 10 miles, I realize that I won’t be seeing the nice flat lands of the gulf coast anymore.  I’ve moved into the hills of death…(exaggeration, yes, but for someone who has been biking along the Galveston seawall for practice, even the slight incline is noticed.)  I find myself flying upward at a whopping 4mph on some hills, and flying downward at about 35 mph.  Every time I’d reach the top of a hill, the gift of downhill was like waking up on Christmas morning.

With the fresh scent of pines and flowers all around me, the scenery and wilderness was so stunning, I’d find myself going miles without even realizing it.  Along the road, wildflowers were in the thousands, birds were dancing all around, and I feel like muscle pain is definitely an equal trade.

 

 

Moving at an average pace of 12mph, it made it easy to appreciate the small things.  This trip could’ve been very boring if I chose to focus solely on getting from point A to point B.  Stop and smell the roses. Well known saying right?  But do you really strive to do so?  I’d driven from Galveston to Denton many, many times, and of course I always notice the bountiful bluebonnets lining the highway this time of year, but never do I stop to really soak it all in.  Are you in too big of a hurry to add a 15 minute road stop to an already 5 hour long drive?  Chances are, the answer is no.  If you’re like me, most of the time your just lazy.  Stopping to enjoy it means you have to apply the break for 50 LONG yards, pull the car all the way over, unbuckle,  and actually lift your butt from your drivers seat.  Lot of work…NOT. Next time you get a chance, I dare you to just take a small intermission from what you’re doing to appreciate something small.  Stop at a local coffee shop, go for a road side bluebonnet photo shoot, eat lunch outside and pay attention to your surroundings, or just strike up a conversation with a stranger.  Alot of these small things can be very fulfilling.

“One day at a time–this is enough.  Do not look back and grieve over the past for it is gone; and do not be troubled about the future, for it has not yet come.  Live in the present, and make it so beautiful it will be worth remembering” -Ida Scott Taylor

Getting over “hills” in life is very difficult, unless you try to focus on whats on the other side.  I experienced this in a very literal aspect.  Every time I found myself daydreaming about the possibilities of the other side of the hill, it seemed like I was almost lifted over the hill.  Time would fly by. But as soon as the problem at hand became the focus, it’d seem like the hill was never-ending.

I continued hill after hill, small town after small town, stopping often to cool off and rehydrate from the brutal Texas heat.  About 40 miles into it, I stop at a Subway for a scrumptious $5 footlong. yum. While sitting down and eating, I meet a nice old lady (in her 70′s) who I ask for some help in directions.  I explain what I am doing and she responds with tears of happiness and one of the most generous donations I have received to date.  $3.40.  Everything that she had in her wallet at the time and she apologizes for not having more.  I couldn’t believe it.  The sincerity of her gift was so much larger than the size and her gift could not have been more sincere.  I gave her a big hug and told her good bye as she left.  Why aren’t more people like her?  How amazing of a world would this be if we all gave with the sincerity of that old lady?  (keep in mind that gifts aren’t always in the form of money or material things)

Around 7:30pm I arrive in Fairfield at the door of Couch Surfer, Tamara Neal and her two pups(a massive great dane and a tiny pug-like dog)  Couch surfing is an online organization in which you can volunteer your own couch in exchange for access to over a 1,000,000 couches around the globe!  I arrive covered in layers of sunscreen and sweat, and enjoy a much needed quick shower before going with Tamara to an amazing local buffet to try to make up the 1,000s of calories burned.  After a while, we return to her place, where we exchange some travel stories and I quickly call it a night.  The next morning I wake up and go to the Fairfield Recorder for my first newspaper interview, set-up by Tamara’s father!

-Sam Davenport

Go to Day 4

Crosby-General Sam’s ATV Park-Day 2

Originally posted:4/16/11

After an awesome breakfast via chef Pam and some last minute prepping of my newly fixed bicycle, I was back on the road chasing after the miles I lost on Day 1.  Either I go 70 miles and camp at Huntsville State Park or go 90 miles and doze off to the harmonic rumbling of offroad machines at General Sam’s ATV and Offroad park.  With my legs surprisingly fresh and a 15mph South wind in my favor, I decided to choose the latter and nearly double my previous days mileage.

With the day’s ride came a few good biking realizations:

  1. Skunks smell worse and longer while on a bike.
  2. Wrongs turns are much more punishing and time consuming while on a man-powered machine.
  3. After using paper maps on a bicycle, the often annoying and quickly-muted female TOMTOM/GARMIN voice navigation would win my vote for sexiest voice…ever…
  4. Despite how delicious Jack in the Box’s milkshakes may be, don’t drink one before biking in 90+ degree Texas heat.
  5. Jack Johnson causes your pace to drop by an average of 3 mph (he makes up about 10% of my  Ipod, so I blame him for being slow)

The day was long and hot, however it was a great lesson on what the human body is truly capable of.  While I told myself I was going to make the 90 miles, in the back of my mind I was constantly thinking otherwise.  The first couple of hours of every day were the hardest.  Leg muscles are tight, mind is still asleep, time seems to be going by at a turtles pace, but once you get that 2nd (or 3rd?) wind you turn into hypnotized biking machine.

With time and miles whizzing by and going through my Ipod playlist for the 3rd time of the day, I found myself coming up on the giant white Sam Houston statue that I’ve seen so many times out my truck window.  This was the 70 mile check point, I have 2 hours for 20 miles before dark, and my legs feel…fresh?  Somehow.

 

 

I continue on past the Huntsville State park on a race against time (wow, that sounds dramatic).  After an hour goes by I have 10 more miles to go as I turn down hwy 75…or do I…Is this 75?  where am I?  Crap.

Some friendly locals chuckle as they try to tell me I’m 30 miles away (ha, not funny..im on a bicycle jerks).  I smile and run the idea of grand theft auto through my head, before they inform me I’m really only about 15 miles away.  I do the math and realize I went 5 miles in the wrong direction, thus adding a total of 10 miles to this 90 mile journey (making it 100 miles for the day. I’m a mathematical genius, I know). It’s now 730pm, an hour before last light, and I have 15 miles to go.  Time after time I examine large trees on the side of the road that seem like a good camping site for the night, but I truck on until  last light at around 8:30pm.  I’m still about 5 or so miles away and the sun has set, so I decide to wear my headlamp backwards to warn oncoming traffic of my whereabouts. With the utter fear of a “bug on a windshield ending” racing through my mind, and cars and trucks racing by, I finally arrive safely to General Sam’s about 30 minutes later.  Exhausted, but with eyes wide open after a very stressful half hour, I was greeted by some of the nicest and supportive folks.

Never in my dreams would I have expected the welcome committee that General Sam’s had waiting for me.  About 10 people all surrounding me, expressing their utmost support for the organization.  I was absolutely amazed by their gratitude and eagerness to contribute to the cause.  Within about 15 minutes of my arrival, I had received $200 in donations and enough motivational support to keep me fueled for months to come.  Like I mentioned in my first blog, I believe there are 3 keys to success: motivation, dedication, and SUPPORT.  During times of lapse in motivation and dedication, people need outside support to keep going.  That was something very abundant at General Sam’s (how many times can I say support in one paragraph?  Not enough.  Cause there was a TON of it.  Thank you general sams!).

As much as I wanted to ride through the night on ATV’s, I don’t think that I’ve ever been in more need of sleep in my life.  I pop up my tent, get a shower, and withing minutes, GOOOOOOOD NIGHT.

In the morning  I quickly pack up to get on the road early to avoid any more night rides.  But first, a wonderful sausage, bacon, egg, and toast breakfast courtesy of General Sam’s chef, Shery.

-Sam Davenport

Go to Day 3 

 

The Beginning! Galveston-Denton Day 1

 

Originally Posted: 4/15/2011

With over a months prep and over 5 years worth of memories behind me, the beginning was a very bittersweet experience.  If ever in this ride was the need for courage and bravery, it was here at the start, leaving everything I know for something that I’ve never done.

“If were growing, we’re always going to be out of our comfort zone.” -John Maxwell

When it comes to courage I think there are 2 different types, adrenaline driven courage and pure outright courage.  The bike ride I must admit was more of a cross of stupidity (yes I have to admit..I wasn’t 100% prepared..not even 50%), adventure, and some adrenaline driven courage … I don’t want to take anything away from the ride because it is for a good cause and I will continue to use this as a way to raise money/spread awareness of the cause .  But in my opinion, it takes more outright courage to do something different in your life.  A 5 year olds first day in school away from home.  Leaving your home town and friends for your freshman year in college.  First day at a new job. These are all things that cause you to step outside your box of comfort and into a unfamiliar environment.  Every time you do this you become stronger and more comfortable doing so.  These experiences are what I’d consider pure courage and I encourage you to try to do something requiring pure courage everyday.  Step outside your comfort zone and do something new. If any of these past miles or the miles to come are to be praised or supported, it should be the first mile (starting something new) and the last mile (ending somewhere new).

Anyways,  enough of my motivational blabbing…  Back to the subject of this blog, The Ride…

DAY 1 Galveston-Lake Houston State Park..err..umm..Crosby

Woke up around 7:00am, threw up from nervousness around 7:15am… and after finishing some last second prepping and packing my belongings with my wonderfully supportive parents in Galveston, TX, my good friend of 5 years, Joe Bosquez drove me across the Galveston Causeway to begin the journey. (unfortunately, laws prohibited me from crossing the bridge, part of I-45, on my bicycle so I started on 146 in Texas City.

I start around noon and have a solid 3 hours of biking with no issues before arriving to my first pit stop San Jacinto State Park.  This biking thing is way too easy, and things are obviously going way too smoothly.  I need a flat or something to make this interesting…Oh! Thank you so much State Park for giving me the flat from H-E-double hockey sticks.  Instead of taking a leisurely break to eat some peanut butter and re-nourish my body, I enjoyed the soft feel of freshly-cut state park grass on my butt while changing a flat (3 times) for 2 hours. Finally after 2 failed patches and a new tube, I was back on the road and boarding the Lynchburg Ferry.

About 20 miles later…another flat, conveniently right next to a Wal-Mart in Crosby, TX.  By now, I have biked 15 miles further than I have ever gone and am starting to feel the BURN in my quads a tid bit.  It’s 6:30pm, I am over 50 miles away from anything familiar and need to make another 20 miles to make it to my campsite.  I am without bike lights…soo I’m trying to avoid biking at night (sunset is in 2 hours)..oh..and..I still haven’t found the source to my flats..

Out of nowhere comes Sharon, a Crosby local, “Seems like your a serious biker!”,  ”Yes, ma’am, I am!” hahahaha, if she only knew prior to this trip, I’d biked 240 miles in the last 3 months.

I was still frantically scrambling, trying to fix the flat while explaining to her myself and my plan to camp 20 miles away, when she quickly offered me a camping spot in her back yard. !! STRANGER DANGER!! AHHH RUN!  Well, my legs are dead, and I am here with a broke down bike weighing over 100lbs, so I am unable to run and politely refuse her offer.  She counters and politely continues to converse with me..and after 20 or so minutes of conversation and failed attempts at repair, I realize that Sharon is a very kind and gentle lady,(plus, how much safer can this wal-mart parking lot be for camping?)  and I take her offer. Her sister, Pam, equally caring and kind, meets us at Wal-Mart, we pack my things and drive to their house.  There, I setup my mobile bike shop, repair my bike for the morning, and take a short, chilly dip in their pool before calling it a night.

In the morning, Pam makes me breakfast (amazing, definitely beats peanut butter and tortillas) and takes me to Wal-Mart to purchase some more tubes and essentials.  She then proceeds to pay for them as a donation to Infinity and Beyond! (Have I mentioned that these 2 ladies are amazing?)  These are the types of random kindness that I think we need more of in this world.  How amazing would the world be if we all strived to do something like this daily?  I can only pray that I run into more people like this.

“If you want others to be happy, practice compassion.  If you want to be happy, practice compassion.” – Dalai Lama

Afterwards, I begin DAY 2, an attempt to catch up to where I should be!

 

DAY 2 Crosy-General Sam’s ATV and Offroad Park!

 

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