It is about 6:30 in the morning here in Roanoke, and as we get ready to head out to Floyd, I anticipate come challenges in finding Internet access. I thought I would post today's blog now. Can you believe that it was two weeks ago today that we left Amherst, NH? And in one week's time, we will be pulling into Atlanta!! We have been through New Hampshire, Massachusetts, Connecticut, New York, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Maryland, West Virginia and Virginia so far!!! Mother nature has been generous, and we have enjoyed perfect weather. It looks like that is going to continue. We have seen the byways of this land, rather than the highways, and experienced more beauty than we realized exists right here in the back yard of our wonderful country. We have experienced the importance of relationship, exercising patience, tolerance, and teamwork. We have laughed, cried, pouted, and been teed off. We have felt our own pain, and witnessed the pain of others. We have carried Dale in our hearts, and relied on her strength, as she showed us. to get through some of the more challenging times.
For me personally, I have been blown away by the incredible generosity and support that I have received from my family on this journey. The sacrifice of time, energy and strength given by my mother, my brother, Betsy and my children has been monumental (not to mention all the others back home, and yes Tim that means you too!!) What is most significant is the fact that they made this journey not just out of love for Dale, but for the reason that they wanted to support me in this dream, and helping to make it come true. And indeed they have. For that I thank them all, and will always be grateful.
What has also been so moving are the folks we have met along the way, who dig into their pockets and pull out a dollar or two to donate because they are so moved by what we are doing. These contributions, and their support are as important to us as any we have received. We are all capable of giving, and when we do, we receive so much in the process. Thank you to all of you who have contributed to this journey, regardless of the manner or degree in which that contribution has taken place. Which is a good time to mention cousin Melissa's contribution (in addition to the monetary one) of the music she compiled for us on the trip. Since I am rarely in the van, I have not had the opportunity to listen much, but the other day I listened to one of my favorite Indigo Girl songs, and it was awesome. Thank you Melissa, and your comments on the blog are so loving, and supportive. We love you girl!!!
There is so much more I could say, like the day the beetle crawled up my knickers on the ride to Lexington, and I had to pinch it with one hand to keep it from going any higher, while I stopped the bike and shook out my shorts in the middle of who knows where! And so on, and so on....but I think I will stop here, post some more random pictures and say goodbye for now.
We are heading up on the parkway today, and the next few days we are in small towns, until we come out the other end in Asheville, North Carolina. So I will do my best to keep up the blog, but know if I don't it is not for a lack of trying.......Love, love, love to you all!!!! xx0000
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Wheel Crank..$40.00, Walkie Talkies..$69.95...Kindness and Generosity of Strangers.....Priceless
We had a pleasant evening in Buchanan. That is like someone asking you in a rhetorical way, how are you? And your response in "just fine thank you." Actually we did have a good time at Buchanan. A good night sleep, breakfast, and we packed up the camper without a hitch. Um, packing up the camper without a hitch is actually not a good thing. I guess in retrospect, it was reasonably foreseeable (ok you can take the lawyer to Buchanan, Virginia, but she is still going to talk like a lawyer) that when you hitch the camper up to the van and the camper is higher than the van, the hitch may not rest fully on the ball. We leveled it out and adjusted some more, and it seemed to be ok. So we are almost ready to head off and while we were standing near the van the door flings all the way open and knocks over the scooter. You may recall, this is the new scooter. No harm done, everything is ok.
So we are off, a dirt road that heads up the mountains and meets up with the Blue Ridge Parkway. Beautiful day, and Ka-boom.........the trailer comes off the van. Oh Oh....crash, boom, bang........Well we recover quickly, the electric chord gets wrapped in tape and is fully operable. We get the hitch back on, but the crank that lifts and lowers the camper is fully blown. We are ok to make it up the Parkway, but plan to stop in Roanoke for repairs. Everyone is cool, and working together, but there is an undercurrent of THIS DAY IS FEELING LIKE A DISASTER!!!
And then we get on the Blue Ridge Parkway. It was (yes, I am going to say it again!!) beautiful!! We had the whole road to ourselves with one breathtaking view after another. Spectacular. And would any day be complete if a red tailed hawk did not show itself as it swooped overhead and landed in a tree!! Oh, good, Dale is still hanging in with us despite our boneheaded maneuvers. Which reminds me, I neglected to tell you all that on the road through the state park yesterday, when I was out of sight of the sag wagon ahead, and started to doubt that I was still on the right road, as it hugged the river, a great blue heron took flight to my right and flew alongside me. I must tell you that I was struggling with my fear at the time, and found solace in the company of the great bird. So we rode the parkway, the pictures speak for themselves.
Soon we came down into Roanoke, and began our search for a store that could have the parts that we need. We found a True Value Hardware store, and within fifteen minutes we had not only the parts we needed, but the generosity of David Ratliff who installed if for us (he does not even work at True Value). The manager of the store, Dennis Gould, helped us with finding accommodations for tonight, made lunch recommendations, and was helpful in answering all our questions about our immediate needs. The support of these kind people was overwhelming. We left with a sense of new found optimism, and belief that all had happened for the right reasons. We also received some donations to the Breast Cancer Research Foundation from these kind people, as we have found that there are very few among us who have not been touched by this disease.
If that were not enough, while we were having lunch at Famous Anthony's, as suggested by Dennis, David showed up to tell us that he wanted to show us a shortcut to the campground we were planning on staying at tonight. He also told us that he called the local television station to tell them about our story. We contacted them, and they are planning on coming to meet us tomorrow morning to cover our story.
It is amazing that at times when all seems like it is going south in a hand basket, if we can ride it out, more often than not all will work out ok. Not only will it work out ok, but it can work out better than you ever could have hoped. Such was the case today.
Please enjoy the pictures, and when going through tough times, persevere, do the right thing, and wait for the rainbow, it will reveal itself. sending lots of love. xx00
p.s. as further evidence of the fact that things always work out for the best, True Value also had walkie talkies to replace the one that someone in the sag wagan managed to lose or misplace along the way today..............it has been a day!!!
So we are off, a dirt road that heads up the mountains and meets up with the Blue Ridge Parkway. Beautiful day, and Ka-boom.........the trailer comes off the van. Oh Oh....crash, boom, bang........Well we recover quickly, the electric chord gets wrapped in tape and is fully operable. We get the hitch back on, but the crank that lifts and lowers the camper is fully blown. We are ok to make it up the Parkway, but plan to stop in Roanoke for repairs. Everyone is cool, and working together, but there is an undercurrent of THIS DAY IS FEELING LIKE A DISASTER!!!
And then we get on the Blue Ridge Parkway. It was (yes, I am going to say it again!!) beautiful!! We had the whole road to ourselves with one breathtaking view after another. Spectacular. And would any day be complete if a red tailed hawk did not show itself as it swooped overhead and landed in a tree!! Oh, good, Dale is still hanging in with us despite our boneheaded maneuvers. Which reminds me, I neglected to tell you all that on the road through the state park yesterday, when I was out of sight of the sag wagon ahead, and started to doubt that I was still on the right road, as it hugged the river, a great blue heron took flight to my right and flew alongside me. I must tell you that I was struggling with my fear at the time, and found solace in the company of the great bird. So we rode the parkway, the pictures speak for themselves.
Soon we came down into Roanoke, and began our search for a store that could have the parts that we need. We found a True Value Hardware store, and within fifteen minutes we had not only the parts we needed, but the generosity of David Ratliff who installed if for us (he does not even work at True Value). The manager of the store, Dennis Gould, helped us with finding accommodations for tonight, made lunch recommendations, and was helpful in answering all our questions about our immediate needs. The support of these kind people was overwhelming. We left with a sense of new found optimism, and belief that all had happened for the right reasons. We also received some donations to the Breast Cancer Research Foundation from these kind people, as we have found that there are very few among us who have not been touched by this disease.
If that were not enough, while we were having lunch at Famous Anthony's, as suggested by Dennis, David showed up to tell us that he wanted to show us a shortcut to the campground we were planning on staying at tonight. He also told us that he called the local television station to tell them about our story. We contacted them, and they are planning on coming to meet us tomorrow morning to cover our story.
It is amazing that at times when all seems like it is going south in a hand basket, if we can ride it out, more often than not all will work out ok. Not only will it work out ok, but it can work out better than you ever could have hoped. Such was the case today.
Please enjoy the pictures, and when going through tough times, persevere, do the right thing, and wait for the rainbow, it will reveal itself. sending lots of love. xx00
p.s. as further evidence of the fact that things always work out for the best, True Value also had walkie talkies to replace the one that someone in the sag wagan managed to lose or misplace along the way today..............it has been a day!!!
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Like a Wheel in a Wheel
This will have to be short. We are camping near Johnson State Park in Buchanan, VA. we are in a relatively remote area, and I am huddled close to the office building where there is wi fi reception. It is almost ten at night, and it has taken at least twenty minutes for the blog site to come up. The night sounds are getting louder, and underneath it all I am a scaredy cat !!
This morning we said good by to Andy and Mom. It was hard. My Mom's parting words to me were "I got to be with my children, and now it is time for you to be with yours. " She could not have been more correct. Today was all about being with my children (and my Auntie Betsy). What made it particularly poignant was the fact that Jake was at the helm. Which is a good time to mention the fact that when I was singing Grandpa's praises yesterday, I failed to mention that Jake drove 600 miles to get here yesterday.
Sometimes there are people who are so steady, constant and reliable, that we don't even really notice the level of their accomplishments. Jake is that way. His quiet perseverance belies the amount of effort surrounding it. I admire his level way, and see that he is now a man, who will be 18 on the seventh of next month. Liza is right there beside him as the nonchalant sage, spouting common sense and insight as though it was as ordinary as apple pie and ice cream. I love them both dearly, and so did Dale. In fact, after what would be our last visit, Dale left me a voicemail, which I still have, in which she said "tell the children that I loved, loved, loved seeing them" I am proud that they are part of this effort to pay tribute to her memory.
We rode an unbelievable ( I know my adjectives are redundant, but it is so beautiful here ) back road from Staunton to Lexington, VA, and then on to this campground. We made a campfire, and even toasted marshmallows.
I will quickly post some pics, but may have to finish tomorrow. I am mindful of the cycle of life, I felt young and childlike when with my Mom, now that I am with my children, I feel less youthful and more in touch with the fact that they are ready to take the lead on our future. And so it goes...........all my love.....xxoo
This morning we said good by to Andy and Mom. It was hard. My Mom's parting words to me were "I got to be with my children, and now it is time for you to be with yours. " She could not have been more correct. Today was all about being with my children (and my Auntie Betsy). What made it particularly poignant was the fact that Jake was at the helm. Which is a good time to mention the fact that when I was singing Grandpa's praises yesterday, I failed to mention that Jake drove 600 miles to get here yesterday.
Sometimes there are people who are so steady, constant and reliable, that we don't even really notice the level of their accomplishments. Jake is that way. His quiet perseverance belies the amount of effort surrounding it. I admire his level way, and see that he is now a man, who will be 18 on the seventh of next month. Liza is right there beside him as the nonchalant sage, spouting common sense and insight as though it was as ordinary as apple pie and ice cream. I love them both dearly, and so did Dale. In fact, after what would be our last visit, Dale left me a voicemail, which I still have, in which she said "tell the children that I loved, loved, loved seeing them" I am proud that they are part of this effort to pay tribute to her memory.
We rode an unbelievable ( I know my adjectives are redundant, but it is so beautiful here ) back road from Staunton to Lexington, VA, and then on to this campground. We made a campfire, and even toasted marshmallows.
I will quickly post some pics, but may have to finish tomorrow. I am mindful of the cycle of life, I felt young and childlike when with my Mom, now that I am with my children, I feel less youthful and more in touch with the fact that they are ready to take the lead on our future. And so it goes...........all my love.....xxoo
Monday, July 28, 2008
They Traveled in One Day What it Took Us 12 Days to Do!!!
At 4:00 am this morning, my son, daughter, aunt and Dad left Massachusetts to meet us here in Staunton, VA. Mom, Andy and I left New Market via Sky Line Drive, and we all arrived in Stauton within minutes of each other at about 3:30 this afternoon. Grandpa and company had traveled in less than one day what it has taken my Mom and I twelve days to do.
It is time again for another changing of the guard. My Mom will be leaving the crew tomorrow morning, as will my brother. The time that Andy, Mom and I have spent over the last four days, is unlike any other time we have ever spent together. The combination of interdependence, enjoying one another's company, and unity of purpose, created a dynamic of interpersonal relationship beyond compare. I have always admired my mother, however, after this time spent I know I will never see her quite the same way again. Her dedication to this journey, without complaint, and with her best foot forward could not go unnoticed. I am so grateful that my Mom was willing to show her level of commitment to this effort and to me in such a loving and generous way. I will miss her terribly, but also look forward to all we will share in the future when I return home.
Andy is also leaving to return home in the morning. His contribution to our journey, not only with his mechanical expertise (changing the oil in the scoot, and tuning it so that it runs better than ever) but his enthusiasm and unconditional support have been one of the greatest gifts he has ever given to me. I hope that what he leaves with from having had this experience, is at least equal to the significant contribution that he made in making this journey so much more than I could have hoped for.
But I would be completely remiss if I did not acknowledge the sacrifices and significant contribution made by my Dad, Alan Paster, in this undertaking. Not only was he apart from his greatest love (my mom) for twelve days, but he also assisted Betsy in her transportation from the airport, drove Betsy the kids down here today, and also has been telling all who will listen about Trails for Dale, and raising money for the Breast Cancer Research Foundation. We have said this is a team effort, and Grandpa is one of our All Star Players!! Thank you Grandpa!!
So tomorrow another chapter begins, as I continue this journey with Betsy, Jake and Liza. We are off the Buchanan, VA by way of Lexington, and will tell you all about it tomorrow. With love to all.......
It is time again for another changing of the guard. My Mom will be leaving the crew tomorrow morning, as will my brother. The time that Andy, Mom and I have spent over the last four days, is unlike any other time we have ever spent together. The combination of interdependence, enjoying one another's company, and unity of purpose, created a dynamic of interpersonal relationship beyond compare. I have always admired my mother, however, after this time spent I know I will never see her quite the same way again. Her dedication to this journey, without complaint, and with her best foot forward could not go unnoticed. I am so grateful that my Mom was willing to show her level of commitment to this effort and to me in such a loving and generous way. I will miss her terribly, but also look forward to all we will share in the future when I return home.
Andy is also leaving to return home in the morning. His contribution to our journey, not only with his mechanical expertise (changing the oil in the scoot, and tuning it so that it runs better than ever) but his enthusiasm and unconditional support have been one of the greatest gifts he has ever given to me. I hope that what he leaves with from having had this experience, is at least equal to the significant contribution that he made in making this journey so much more than I could have hoped for.
But I would be completely remiss if I did not acknowledge the sacrifices and significant contribution made by my Dad, Alan Paster, in this undertaking. Not only was he apart from his greatest love (my mom) for twelve days, but he also assisted Betsy in her transportation from the airport, drove Betsy the kids down here today, and also has been telling all who will listen about Trails for Dale, and raising money for the Breast Cancer Research Foundation. We have said this is a team effort, and Grandpa is one of our All Star Players!! Thank you Grandpa!!
So tomorrow another chapter begins, as I continue this journey with Betsy, Jake and Liza. We are off the Buchanan, VA by way of Lexington, and will tell you all about it tomorrow. With love to all.......
Sunday, July 27, 2008
In The Shenandoah Valley the Caverns are Endless
Hello everyone, this is Barbara here, I have asked to go first on the blog tonight. Most of you have probably figured out that I am big on metaphors. In fact I believe that just about every thing that physically exists can be used as a metaphor for existence itself. For example, we started out this morning looking at the map. We knew generally where we wanted to be. We targeted the area and then we started to work on the details. We found a campsite close to the area we had targeted in the Shenandoah Valley between Winchester, VA and Staunton, VA. The name of the place is Endless Caverns. We were able to secure a campsite there, and we packed up and headed out on Route 11 from Winchester to head to New Market and Endless Caverns. When we first left Winchester the road was busy, lots of stores and some traffic. After some of the beautiful rides we have had over the past 11 days, this area paled in comparison. Slowly the road began to open up and the beauty of the Shenandoah Valley unfolded in front of us. In ten mile increments we made our way to New Market. It is incredibly beautiful. We made the turn into the campground and the landscape was breathtaking, we could not believe it. When we pulled up we saw an outstanding view, first rate facilities (the showers are tiled, but I am sure you will hear that from Mom) Anyway, it exceeded our expectations.
This area is known for its caverns, and this property has its own. We took an hour and a half tour of the Endless Caverns, as they call them, and it was quite an extraordinary experience to be in these caves. Mom, Andy and I continue to marvel at the synergy that exists between us. The creation of Trails for Dale has allowed us to share in an experience that is beyond anything we would have expected.
So what does this have to do with metaphors? Life unfolds. We can choose a general direction, work out the course, and set out on the journey. When you enter the caverns it is dark, even cold, but the beauty that unfolds is indescribable.
I must pass on the laptop.............know that I love and appreciate you all.
Hi All........
Notes from Mama Loey on day eleven of this momentous experience that continues to fill
us with awe and gratitude for this opportunity to pay honor to Dale, raise funds for breast
cancer research and at the same time get to see these quaint and architectureally crafted
small towns and villages that dot the countryside of route 11 in Virginia. I look out on the
very majestic mountain ranges that stand tall and wrap themselves along these routes, almost
blanketing and protecting us from fierce elements. Several times today it looked like storm
clouds were heading our way, only to be swept away by the wind and leaving the billowy fair weather ones that delivered loads of sunshine and a sunset to end all sunsets. My thought for this day is that the mountains are indeed a most majestic sight, yet the man made majesty of these byways can be felt and seen in the modest, well manicured homes of the working folks of these small communities; their houses of worship, their schools, the quircky shops that display hand-crafted wares and tons of "yard sales" that have become a week-end endeavor that allows us to transfer the "stuff" that according to George Carlin is so much a part of our culture. I want to say that this is their America...........I reconsider................this is indeed OUR AMERICA!
But the most sobering thoughts come to mind when mile after mile we see memorials that pay tribute to those tens of thousands of Civil War Heroes whose blood was spilled along these bucolic farm lands. And I sadly but clearly realize the price we pay for OUR AMERICA.
Andy says: For those who do not know Dale was my wife. She was also my teacher. She saw past all of my bravado and false confidence and demonstrated to me the meaning of true courage - long before she became ill. I spent many years thinking that all of the information I had amassed and shared with her, some of which was offered merely to be considered smart or well informed, created a paradigm where it was I who taught her. In retrospect this was never the case. It was actually her allowance of this consideration. I read a letter that Jim Golinski had written to Barbara about her desire to engineer this trip and he talked about how every one is an angel in some manner, sent to earth to guide another toward rightousness. I realized, after reading his simple wisdom, how Dale was my angel. Imagine the fear and uncertainty that one faced with stage four cancer operates with every day. Can you? During that time Dale was focused on the healing of those she loved, rather than what would happen to her. It was she who offered comfort and reassurance, and demanded none for herself. It was she who suffered the pain and rigors of her treatment while perserving her indominable dignity. It was she who feared not death, but the inability to hold her children close in this world. I am a man who is sometimes paralized with my fears, unable to push past all that has been lost, unable to find the optimism to fuel my reconstructive energies. But the lesson that Dale has left for me, her legacy that I value more than any other gift I have received, is the lesson of courage. This lesson has been reinforced by my wise Mother and my most insightful Sister on this special journey of Honor, on this journey of discovery, that to feel gratitude for this day, this moment, no matter the circumstance, it the true lesson of courage. For this I awareness I am grateful, and for my gratitude...I am courageous.
This area is known for its caverns, and this property has its own. We took an hour and a half tour of the Endless Caverns, as they call them, and it was quite an extraordinary experience to be in these caves. Mom, Andy and I continue to marvel at the synergy that exists between us. The creation of Trails for Dale has allowed us to share in an experience that is beyond anything we would have expected.
So what does this have to do with metaphors? Life unfolds. We can choose a general direction, work out the course, and set out on the journey. When you enter the caverns it is dark, even cold, but the beauty that unfolds is indescribable.
I must pass on the laptop.............know that I love and appreciate you all.
Hi All........
Notes from Mama Loey on day eleven of this momentous experience that continues to fill
us with awe and gratitude for this opportunity to pay honor to Dale, raise funds for breast
cancer research and at the same time get to see these quaint and architectureally crafted
small towns and villages that dot the countryside of route 11 in Virginia. I look out on the
very majestic mountain ranges that stand tall and wrap themselves along these routes, almost
blanketing and protecting us from fierce elements. Several times today it looked like storm
clouds were heading our way, only to be swept away by the wind and leaving the billowy fair weather ones that delivered loads of sunshine and a sunset to end all sunsets. My thought for this day is that the mountains are indeed a most majestic sight, yet the man made majesty of these byways can be felt and seen in the modest, well manicured homes of the working folks of these small communities; their houses of worship, their schools, the quircky shops that display hand-crafted wares and tons of "yard sales" that have become a week-end endeavor that allows us to transfer the "stuff" that according to George Carlin is so much a part of our culture. I want to say that this is their America...........I reconsider................this is indeed OUR AMERICA!
But the most sobering thoughts come to mind when mile after mile we see memorials that pay tribute to those tens of thousands of Civil War Heroes whose blood was spilled along these bucolic farm lands. And I sadly but clearly realize the price we pay for OUR AMERICA.
Andy says: For those who do not know Dale was my wife. She was also my teacher. She saw past all of my bravado and false confidence and demonstrated to me the meaning of true courage - long before she became ill. I spent many years thinking that all of the information I had amassed and shared with her, some of which was offered merely to be considered smart or well informed, created a paradigm where it was I who taught her. In retrospect this was never the case. It was actually her allowance of this consideration. I read a letter that Jim Golinski had written to Barbara about her desire to engineer this trip and he talked about how every one is an angel in some manner, sent to earth to guide another toward rightousness. I realized, after reading his simple wisdom, how Dale was my angel. Imagine the fear and uncertainty that one faced with stage four cancer operates with every day. Can you? During that time Dale was focused on the healing of those she loved, rather than what would happen to her. It was she who offered comfort and reassurance, and demanded none for herself. It was she who suffered the pain and rigors of her treatment while perserving her indominable dignity. It was she who feared not death, but the inability to hold her children close in this world. I am a man who is sometimes paralized with my fears, unable to push past all that has been lost, unable to find the optimism to fuel my reconstructive energies. But the lesson that Dale has left for me, her legacy that I value more than any other gift I have received, is the lesson of courage. This lesson has been reinforced by my wise Mother and my most insightful Sister on this special journey of Honor, on this journey of discovery, that to feel gratitude for this day, this moment, no matter the circumstance, it the true lesson of courage. For this I awareness I am grateful, and for my gratitude...I am courageous.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
South of the Mason Dixon Line
Andy says: Exhaustion and filled bellies (as well as a bit of sleep deprivation) provided for a magnificent sleep by all at the Round Top campsite in Gettysburg. A bit more leisurely morning put us on the road about 9:30 leaving bucolic Pennsylvania on our way through Maryland, West Virginia, and on to Winchester Va. A rigorous 90 miles for the iron woman through, well let's just say, somewhat less than the scenic beauty of rural Pa. The Appalachian Ridge looming tantalizingly ahead, this transitional part of the trip had us working through Hagerstown, and Martinsburg, where we met Anthony of Flowers Unlimited who directed us to a fine lunch of Chinese cuisine. A bit here about my dynamic and driven sister Barbara. For those reading this blog make no mistake, this is a labor of love. As counterintuative as it may seem, waking up at dawn, cooking breakfast, tending to hygiene, breaking camp, securing the trailer, determining the route, soliciting press coverage and donations, finding suitable roads to accommodate the scooter limitations, dealing with sometimes glib or grumpy sag wagon personnel, encountering route changes that were not accounted for, maintaining communication and coordination with the sag wagon, watching the weather, actually riding sometimes five and six hours sometimes while listening to incomprehensible barking on the walkie-talkie about emergency redirections, eating on the road, finding suitable campsites, setting up camp, fixing dinner, posting the blog and pictures, all the while dealing with those of us who are unsettled by the loss of our usual conveniences, listening to her brother's apniac snoring all night and doing this for 10 days in a row and knowing that there are 15 to go can be a bit of a challenge. Barbara has moved through the challenges presented with amazing grace. Her ability to illicit such an outpouring of warmth and smiles while waving and beeping her way through the miles and her constant expressions of appreciation to myself and my Mother is testimony to her true depth of character and her inner gratitude. So many elements of this experience and Barbara's devotion to Honoring Dale and providing research dollars to cure this horrible disease have caused me to reflect upon my own life and how it could become more of a manifestation of what is in my heart. Barbara I salute and adore you. "The deeds that were wrought by you will stand in your past a star..."
Some notes from Mama Loey...................................
This journey continues to inspire and fascinate me from the standpoint of travelling with my adult children who are facilitating "rememberences of things past"......................kids will ALWAYS
be kids and Barb and Andy are no exceptions. We are constantly struck by how many incidences
become coincidences when we connect the strands of all the memories that place Dale's very
beautiful face with those sculptured high cheek bones right into focus reminding us who exactly
our guardian angel is on this mission.
I can attest to Andy's tribute to Barb,-she is an Iron Woman with a heart of silk. Strong, determined, fun, and all round beautiful........she is our leader. Constantly praiseful and
grateful, she does shine as a star. And you, Andy, are a great source of comfort to both
of us. With a, very identifiable sense of humor, an enormous wealth of information, you
both are keeping me very entertained. We are playing our "quiz" games of childhood,
reconnecting on so many levels, and working hard to consider each others needs. What
fun! What fulfillment! What a biased Mom!
So, I have the best of both worlds with my son and daughter by my side and am enjoying
every mile of every day.
And now a few words from Barbara...........first I want to thank Andy and Mom for their kind words. We made much progress today from a mileage point of view, and crossed over three state borders. For those of you who may be wondering, the Mason Dixon line is between Pennsylvania and Maryland (see photo!).
I am happy to report that according to Pat Altman at the Breast Cancer Research Foundation, they have received almost $16,000 in donations, and we know of at least $1,000 more which is on its way. I also want to clarify that ALL the money we have raised goes directly to the Breast Cancer Research Foundation. All other expenses associated with this journey are being paid from our personal resources.
I would also like to take this opportunity to follow the advice and guidance of my wonderful husband Timothy Shea, and mention the recent passing of Randy Pausch. I hope that you all were able to bear witness to his courageous fight against pancreatic cancer over the past two years. Randy's spirit and positive attitude resonate with the intent and essence of that which is Trails for Dale. Randy faced adversity, and through it he believed he could make a difference. Dale, too faced adversity and believed she could make a difference. Through the example set by Dale and Randy we are once again reminded that life is what we make of it. I hope that we all can find the strength and courage to look for that which is positive in our lives, and to move through our difficulties with peace, love, joy and gratitude. I am so happy and grateful that on day 10 of this journey, I can post this blog and honestly say "Life is Good!!" sending love..
Some notes from Mama Loey...................................
This journey continues to inspire and fascinate me from the standpoint of travelling with my adult children who are facilitating "rememberences of things past"......................kids will ALWAYS
be kids and Barb and Andy are no exceptions. We are constantly struck by how many incidences
become coincidences when we connect the strands of all the memories that place Dale's very
beautiful face with those sculptured high cheek bones right into focus reminding us who exactly
our guardian angel is on this mission.
I can attest to Andy's tribute to Barb,-she is an Iron Woman with a heart of silk. Strong, determined, fun, and all round beautiful........she is our leader. Constantly praiseful and
grateful, she does shine as a star. And you, Andy, are a great source of comfort to both
of us. With a, very identifiable sense of humor, an enormous wealth of information, you
both are keeping me very entertained. We are playing our "quiz" games of childhood,
reconnecting on so many levels, and working hard to consider each others needs. What
fun! What fulfillment! What a biased Mom!
So, I have the best of both worlds with my son and daughter by my side and am enjoying
every mile of every day.
And now a few words from Barbara...........first I want to thank Andy and Mom for their kind words. We made much progress today from a mileage point of view, and crossed over three state borders. For those of you who may be wondering, the Mason Dixon line is between Pennsylvania and Maryland (see photo!).
I am happy to report that according to Pat Altman at the Breast Cancer Research Foundation, they have received almost $16,000 in donations, and we know of at least $1,000 more which is on its way. I also want to clarify that ALL the money we have raised goes directly to the Breast Cancer Research Foundation. All other expenses associated with this journey are being paid from our personal resources.
I would also like to take this opportunity to follow the advice and guidance of my wonderful husband Timothy Shea, and mention the recent passing of Randy Pausch. I hope that you all were able to bear witness to his courageous fight against pancreatic cancer over the past two years. Randy's spirit and positive attitude resonate with the intent and essence of that which is Trails for Dale. Randy faced adversity, and through it he believed he could make a difference. Dale, too faced adversity and believed she could make a difference. Through the example set by Dale and Randy we are once again reminded that life is what we make of it. I hope that we all can find the strength and courage to look for that which is positive in our lives, and to move through our difficulties with peace, love, joy and gratitude. I am so happy and grateful that on day 10 of this journey, I can post this blog and honestly say "Life is Good!!" sending love..
Friday, July 25, 2008
Round Top Campground......Our Gettysburg Address
Andy says: The day started with an experience with grace that, like so many of our experiences along the way, was stunning and restorative of our faith in kindness and humanity. As we departed the lovely Otter Creek campground we were flagged down by a very determined Lori Heiland, director of Otter Creek. She approached the van with obvious urgency. "Here" she said and handed me a 100$ bill. "My husband and I want you to have this. It's such a great thing you are doing." I was overcome with gratitude as I hugged her tightly. "You be safe and good luck!" Wayne, her husband and co-director, came over and was well met by us all. She requested a supply of brochures to further support our cause. The intimacy of this act can not be written, it can only be felt looking into the eyes of a near total stranger who takes a leap of faith to trust that the message and messanger are true, as did Lori and Wayne on this day. THANK YOU BOTH!!!
Up at 5:30 and on the road by 8:00, a little more hilly but still the corn. The soft geometries of the fields and the impossibly straight rows never seemed boring, despite the similarities. I wondered why it was such a comfort to drive through, without any of the angst or apparent snares of commercial suburbia. Simple and beautiful, but there was something else...Honesty. There was no moral ambiguity, no complex analysis required to know that your work provides for the good. Hard work. I thought about Dale and the correctness of the metaphor...
From Airville northwest up to Red Lion and a few, unintentional, zig zags under Hanover and west into Gettysburg. Making good time in excellent weather Barbara elicited smiles from all along the way with a wave and a ready smile - Beep-Beep!
Barbara here: and I think I will pick up where Andy left off. Many of you may remember that this story began with the gift of my motor scooter. Part of what inspired this ride was the positive responses I received from people who saw the scooter. Smiles, thumbs up, and just plain old happiness. There was no better vehicle to spread the memory and spirit of Dale than the scooter that we now call Joy. I am happy to report that in the 600 plus miles I have gone so far, Joy still elicits the same responses from people that I experienced when I first started riding her. I can't tell you how wonderful and worthwhile it makes me feel to cause people to smile!!
I also want to share how incredible it is to have my mother and my brother as the pilot and co-pilot of the sag wagon. I am totally dependant on the sag wagon to know where to go and to support me in this journey. To know that they are there, 100% dedicated to my safety and wellbeing, brings us together in a way that we have not experienced in many years. I am so fortunate. I am also blessed to be able to look forward to the same level of dedication from my Aunt Betsy and my daughter Liza and son Jake when we rendezvous with them when Grandpa brings them down to Staunton, Virginia on Monday.
Finally, I want to mention how much all the support we have received from on line donations, followers of the blog, and people we have met along the way contributes to the positive energy and intention of this mission. To all of you who have given us your time, energy and consideration, we thank you. Through our collective awareness concerning breast cancer, we can effect change. Thank you!!
p.s. Gettysburg is beautiful and sobering at the same time. Haunted by a treacherous past of brother against brother. It is hard to imagine that this harmonious landscape is reflective of the bloodiest battle of the civil war.
Up at 5:30 and on the road by 8:00, a little more hilly but still the corn. The soft geometries of the fields and the impossibly straight rows never seemed boring, despite the similarities. I wondered why it was such a comfort to drive through, without any of the angst or apparent snares of commercial suburbia. Simple and beautiful, but there was something else...Honesty. There was no moral ambiguity, no complex analysis required to know that your work provides for the good. Hard work. I thought about Dale and the correctness of the metaphor...
From Airville northwest up to Red Lion and a few, unintentional, zig zags under Hanover and west into Gettysburg. Making good time in excellent weather Barbara elicited smiles from all along the way with a wave and a ready smile - Beep-Beep!
Barbara here: and I think I will pick up where Andy left off. Many of you may remember that this story began with the gift of my motor scooter. Part of what inspired this ride was the positive responses I received from people who saw the scooter. Smiles, thumbs up, and just plain old happiness. There was no better vehicle to spread the memory and spirit of Dale than the scooter that we now call Joy. I am happy to report that in the 600 plus miles I have gone so far, Joy still elicits the same responses from people that I experienced when I first started riding her. I can't tell you how wonderful and worthwhile it makes me feel to cause people to smile!!
I also want to share how incredible it is to have my mother and my brother as the pilot and co-pilot of the sag wagon. I am totally dependant on the sag wagon to know where to go and to support me in this journey. To know that they are there, 100% dedicated to my safety and wellbeing, brings us together in a way that we have not experienced in many years. I am so fortunate. I am also blessed to be able to look forward to the same level of dedication from my Aunt Betsy and my daughter Liza and son Jake when we rendezvous with them when Grandpa brings them down to Staunton, Virginia on Monday.
Finally, I want to mention how much all the support we have received from on line donations, followers of the blog, and people we have met along the way contributes to the positive energy and intention of this mission. To all of you who have given us your time, energy and consideration, we thank you. Through our collective awareness concerning breast cancer, we can effect change. Thank you!!
p.s. Gettysburg is beautiful and sobering at the same time. Haunted by a treacherous past of brother against brother. It is hard to imagine that this harmonious landscape is reflective of the bloodiest battle of the civil war.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
It is Our One Week Anniversary of Being on the Road
For those of you who have been anxious about all the bad weather around the nation, let me put your minds at ease that all the major thunder and lightning storms in this area occurred while we were safely tucked in for the night last night. We are back to blue sky with big white fluffy clouds!!
Betsy left for her hiatus this morning, and we miss her already. Andy has taken the pilot position, and Mom is now navigating. I must say that our departure from Exton this morning was flawless. We became subsumed by corn fields, farmland and cow pastures. I will save the detailing for Mom and Andy, who are preparing their portions as I type. In fact, we are in such a remote area, we had to travel half an hour to get to the grocery store from our campsite (yes, we're back in the camper again, but i can assure you it will be a gourmet meal tonight). i don;t think we even have a phone signal back at camp. So right now we are sitting in a Mac's parking lot, logged in to Mac's wi fi (after having paid of course!!) and doing our diligence to get our blog post done before we go back to camp and dig in for the night. Tomorrow we are off to Gettysburg, to another camp sight. So bye from me for now as i beat the clock and my battery to get this done and post come pics. More tomorrow, love to all. BTW!!! as we came back to do edits, i almost forget, as we approached Airville to get to the campground, on a winding road through farms i turned the corner, and headed up hill and from behind me, a HUGE!!!!! red tailed hawk swooped up next to be and soared along my right shoulder before in landed on a power line tower (just like the one in Amherst the other night) TRUE TESTAMENT to the fact that DALE IS HERE!!!!!
Andy says: As we left Exton toward Lancaster the rigid lines of urban artifact gave way to the organic shapes of farmland. A lake of beautiful deep blue sky with billowed cumulus islands followed us along the hilly fields of corn. Amish country. Beautiful for its complex patchwork of crop land, and its simplicity of purpose. Simple, pure and as joyous to traverse, as our mission itself. The dark winding ribbon of two- lane delivered us to stunning views over the Susquehanna and to our camping destination at Airville.
To be reunited with my sister, who is by any measure a force of nature toward the good, and my mother, a giant in every significant way, brings me back to the times of my early childhood when the three of us constituted my entire world. It feels so good.
A special thanks to my wife, Kathie, for all of her support and making this trip possible. I love and miss you already.
Mom says: A grandma's delight,( when her own grandchildren are not accompanying her) to see a well manicured family of seven children, each one a smaller carbon copy of the other, like the nesting Russian dolls. Seven sweet, freckled, smiling faces helping us with our fresh corn and homemade marmalade - all of this set against the rolling hills of Lancaster County, where corn and cattle blanket the landscape and bring calm to the frazzled. A way of life that flourishes even today, in its peaceful corner of PA. We all three of us, are so thankful to be witness to this beautiful bounty.
p.s. we would have taken pictures of the Amish children described by Mom, but they requested not to have their pictures taken.
Betsy left for her hiatus this morning, and we miss her already. Andy has taken the pilot position, and Mom is now navigating. I must say that our departure from Exton this morning was flawless. We became subsumed by corn fields, farmland and cow pastures. I will save the detailing for Mom and Andy, who are preparing their portions as I type. In fact, we are in such a remote area, we had to travel half an hour to get to the grocery store from our campsite (yes, we're back in the camper again, but i can assure you it will be a gourmet meal tonight). i don;t think we even have a phone signal back at camp. So right now we are sitting in a Mac's parking lot, logged in to Mac's wi fi (after having paid of course!!) and doing our diligence to get our blog post done before we go back to camp and dig in for the night. Tomorrow we are off to Gettysburg, to another camp sight. So bye from me for now as i beat the clock and my battery to get this done and post come pics. More tomorrow, love to all. BTW!!! as we came back to do edits, i almost forget, as we approached Airville to get to the campground, on a winding road through farms i turned the corner, and headed up hill and from behind me, a HUGE!!!!! red tailed hawk swooped up next to be and soared along my right shoulder before in landed on a power line tower (just like the one in Amherst the other night) TRUE TESTAMENT to the fact that DALE IS HERE!!!!!
Andy says: As we left Exton toward Lancaster the rigid lines of urban artifact gave way to the organic shapes of farmland. A lake of beautiful deep blue sky with billowed cumulus islands followed us along the hilly fields of corn. Amish country. Beautiful for its complex patchwork of crop land, and its simplicity of purpose. Simple, pure and as joyous to traverse, as our mission itself. The dark winding ribbon of two- lane delivered us to stunning views over the Susquehanna and to our camping destination at Airville.
To be reunited with my sister, who is by any measure a force of nature toward the good, and my mother, a giant in every significant way, brings me back to the times of my early childhood when the three of us constituted my entire world. It feels so good.
A special thanks to my wife, Kathie, for all of her support and making this trip possible. I love and miss you already.
Mom says: A grandma's delight,( when her own grandchildren are not accompanying her) to see a well manicured family of seven children, each one a smaller carbon copy of the other, like the nesting Russian dolls. Seven sweet, freckled, smiling faces helping us with our fresh corn and homemade marmalade - all of this set against the rolling hills of Lancaster County, where corn and cattle blanket the landscape and bring calm to the frazzled. A way of life that flourishes even today, in its peaceful corner of PA. We all three of us, are so thankful to be witness to this beautiful bounty.
p.s. we would have taken pictures of the Amish children described by Mom, but they requested not to have their pictures taken.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
On the 7th day........we rested! or on the 7th day the floods came.....or on the 7th day we...
This morning we left Quakertown, Pa to take the short trip to Exton, Pa. through Pottstown. The ride we short and sweet. The weather has been precarious all day, with thunder and lightning storms on and off all day. We made it here within a window of no rain, and arrived at about Noon time at the Inn at Chester Springs. Our lodging has been donated by the hotel, with the help of my sister in law, Kathryn Burnes. We are so grateful to be here, reunited with my brother, who will pick up the journey with us for the next few day.
As my Mom said in her blog last night, more and more we are finding that the essence of our experience has to do with the team effort aspect of things. When we work together, amazing things happen. There is no way that this journey could have happened without the assistance of numerous people.
When we left Quakertown this morning a young man walked by the sag wagon and scooter and commented on our rides. He said he was from Portsmouth, NH and was interested to hear what we were doing. Dan made a generous donation, and we appreciated starting our day on such a positive note. Thank you Dan.
Our accommodations here in Exton are first rate. Many thanks to Tony Reyes, Director of Sales and Marketing who authorized our complementary stay. We have been so blessed.
So tomorrow Betsy heads home for a few days, and returns next Monday with Jake and Liza, and my Mom's sweet hubby, Grandpa. We will miss Betsy, but welcome the opportunity to have Andy temporarily fill her seat. We are headed down to Airville, Pa, and will be camping tomorrow night, when the sun comes back out.
Much love to everyone, and we miss you all.
As my Mom said in her blog last night, more and more we are finding that the essence of our experience has to do with the team effort aspect of things. When we work together, amazing things happen. There is no way that this journey could have happened without the assistance of numerous people.
When we left Quakertown this morning a young man walked by the sag wagon and scooter and commented on our rides. He said he was from Portsmouth, NH and was interested to hear what we were doing. Dan made a generous donation, and we appreciated starting our day on such a positive note. Thank you Dan.
Our accommodations here in Exton are first rate. Many thanks to Tony Reyes, Director of Sales and Marketing who authorized our complementary stay. We have been so blessed.
So tomorrow Betsy heads home for a few days, and returns next Monday with Jake and Liza, and my Mom's sweet hubby, Grandpa. We will miss Betsy, but welcome the opportunity to have Andy temporarily fill her seat. We are headed down to Airville, Pa, and will be camping tomorrow night, when the sun comes back out.
Much love to everyone, and we miss you all.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Photo Opps
just a quick note to say i have posted a few more photos. can't say we are so organized as to get them all in chronological order!!
in order to assist in making heads or tails.........please note the following:
thurday july 17 we traveled from Amherst, NH to West Brookfield, Mass.
friday July 18 from West Brookfield, Ma to Southwick, Ma
sat July 18 Southwick, Ma to Southbury, Ct.
Sun. July 19 Southbury, Ct. to Fort Montgomery , NY
Monday July 21 Fort Montgomery, NY to Andover, New Jersey
Tuesday July 22 Andover, NJ to Quakertown, PA
and tomorrow we are off to Exton, PA.........................hope that helps!!
in order to assist in making heads or tails.........please note the following:
thurday july 17 we traveled from Amherst, NH to West Brookfield, Mass.
friday July 18 from West Brookfield, Ma to Southwick, Ma
sat July 18 Southwick, Ma to Southbury, Ct.
Sun. July 19 Southbury, Ct. to Fort Montgomery , NY
Monday July 21 Fort Montgomery, NY to Andover, New Jersey
Tuesday July 22 Andover, NJ to Quakertown, PA
and tomorrow we are off to Exton, PA.........................hope that helps!!
Angels in the Outfield /addendum to day six
Hello All..................Mama Loey here with just a short memo to emphasize that on every turn of every corner on this fantastic adventure, there have been people who have enthusiastically and
generously gone out of their way to assist us in the most caring and basic ways............with no
agenda of their own but to "help us out". Take a look at our photo gallery and note "Jackie" -
Spending lots of time to give us detailed new directions to Quakertown via the Delaware River
for over thirty miles, viewing the most stately and aged stone structures along the way. And
as Barbara mentioned George at the camp grounds...........when I thanked him for "guesting"
us at Panther Lake his reply, "I am very happy to be able to help" came from his heart, I know
that it did, George, thank you again so very much to you and all the staff. Great lunch made
by Donna who also rerouted us a/la local style. There are countless "angels" we encounter
each step along this way, and to all of them we are most thankful and will remember your
kindnesses.
generously gone out of their way to assist us in the most caring and basic ways............with no
agenda of their own but to "help us out". Take a look at our photo gallery and note "Jackie" -
Spending lots of time to give us detailed new directions to Quakertown via the Delaware River
for over thirty miles, viewing the most stately and aged stone structures along the way. And
as Barbara mentioned George at the camp grounds...........when I thanked him for "guesting"
us at Panther Lake his reply, "I am very happy to be able to help" came from his heart, I know
that it did, George, thank you again so very much to you and all the staff. Great lunch made
by Donna who also rerouted us a/la local style. There are countless "angels" we encounter
each step along this way, and to all of them we are most thankful and will remember your
kindnesses.
If It's Tuesday, It Must Be Pennsylvania/Tales of Day Six
If you want to enjoy beautiful scenery, pristine farmland, rolling hills, scenic country roads, friendly people, and miles of state forests, look no further than the great US of A. We have been so fortunate to discover some of the most beautiful rides through the countryside as we make our way through New York, New Jersey, and Pennsylvania. I have never been on a game show, won a lottery or otherwise got the "grand prize" but I can honestly say that yesterday I came as close as I ever to experiencing the excitement that comes from such a surprising event. When I pulled up to the tollhouse to check in to Panther Lake campground yesterday, the girl in the booth asked me if I had a reservation. About the time that my brain was processing something familiar about her voice, she turned to me, took off her sunglasses and said 'surprise". Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner, how surprised and excited to see that it was my cousin Melissa, and right behind her jumping out of the booth, my Aunt Joanie. They tracked us down to offer their support and be part of this wonderful experience. We found our campsite, and were able to demonstrate our competency in setting up camp. It was such a generous show of support for them to make the trip from New York. An action of love and surprise that will be indelibly imprinted in the tale of this journey.
An additional surprise upon arriving at Panther Lake was that the owner, George, after hearing about our ride gave us the night at the campground without charge. You see, George recently lost his mother in law to breast cancer. He is a sweet man, and the entire staff at Panther Lake showed us much caring and support. Another great meal last night, tomato, fresh basil, feta and balsamic, hummus, carrots, and cheese and apple, all in the camper.
Today's ride was probably the most phenomenal ride I have ever experience. Miles and miles of freshly paved roads, no cars, rolling farms, horse farms, down along the Delaware River, just beautiful. We put on almost another hundred miles today.
Tomorrow we head to Exton, Pa. where my brother and his wife reside. Betsy will take a breather and head home for a few days, and Andy will jump on board. Next Monday, Betsy returns with Jake and Liza, and Mom heads back with Andy.
It's all good. Lot's of time for self reflection, practicing love, peace, joy and gratitude. and more importantly, practicing coming back to love peace, joy and gratitude, when the mind wants to stray away.
Lots of love to you all, for supporting, understanding, and valuing that which is so important to us. Hop on ..........let's go!!!!
An additional surprise upon arriving at Panther Lake was that the owner, George, after hearing about our ride gave us the night at the campground without charge. You see, George recently lost his mother in law to breast cancer. He is a sweet man, and the entire staff at Panther Lake showed us much caring and support. Another great meal last night, tomato, fresh basil, feta and balsamic, hummus, carrots, and cheese and apple, all in the camper.
Today's ride was probably the most phenomenal ride I have ever experience. Miles and miles of freshly paved roads, no cars, rolling farms, horse farms, down along the Delaware River, just beautiful. We put on almost another hundred miles today.
Tomorrow we head to Exton, Pa. where my brother and his wife reside. Betsy will take a breather and head home for a few days, and Andy will jump on board. Next Monday, Betsy returns with Jake and Liza, and Mom heads back with Andy.
It's all good. Lot's of time for self reflection, practicing love, peace, joy and gratitude. and more importantly, practicing coming back to love peace, joy and gratitude, when the mind wants to stray away.
Lots of love to you all, for supporting, understanding, and valuing that which is so important to us. Hop on ..........let's go!!!!
Monday, July 21, 2008
A Message From Barb's Mom / Day Five
Hello all you folks who are following us through our most meaningful, once in a lifetime, journey
through the backroads of the trail that started in Amherst, New Hampshire and finds us at the
end of day five at the Panther Lake Camp Grounds in Andover, New Jersey.
This is Mamma Loey (Barbara's mom), the official driver taking front left position next to Aunt Betsy, the official navigator. That being said, we are learning that there are no officers in this
army of very bonded women honoring another woman who's life we celebrate every moment
of every mile.
Speaking of the bonds of support that bind us, try this on for size. Barbara was the lead vehicle as we arrived at our camp grounds this afternoon. She was greeted at the gate by a lady
and I saw her jumping up and down with excitement as two "campers" (so I thought) hugged
and kissed her and jumped along with her. "What is this?," I thought, some teenage campers
being emotional and silly? No, it was my sister Joan and my niece Melissa, being the kind of
relatives you want on your team. They drove from Long Island and Hoboken to rendezvous
with us, shower us with hugs and kisses, and with those loving arms, validated our faith in
what this venture means to a lot more people than we ever could imagine. Thank you Joanie
and Meliss from the bottom of my heart. You are generous, adorable, and always there for me
and mine.
It was the culmination of a perfect day. Billowing clouds, state parks of the most beautiful magnitude; hills, hills,and more hills; lakes, lakes, and more lakes! All validating the beauty
of this marvelous country and its freedoms, and filling me to the brim with gratitude for
being here and reverence for the purpose of our journey.
But I do miss my Sweetheart, and those of you who know me, know that to be a fact!
through the backroads of the trail that started in Amherst, New Hampshire and finds us at the
end of day five at the Panther Lake Camp Grounds in Andover, New Jersey.
This is Mamma Loey (Barbara's mom), the official driver taking front left position next to Aunt Betsy, the official navigator. That being said, we are learning that there are no officers in this
army of very bonded women honoring another woman who's life we celebrate every moment
of every mile.
Speaking of the bonds of support that bind us, try this on for size. Barbara was the lead vehicle as we arrived at our camp grounds this afternoon. She was greeted at the gate by a lady
and I saw her jumping up and down with excitement as two "campers" (so I thought) hugged
and kissed her and jumped along with her. "What is this?," I thought, some teenage campers
being emotional and silly? No, it was my sister Joan and my niece Melissa, being the kind of
relatives you want on your team. They drove from Long Island and Hoboken to rendezvous
with us, shower us with hugs and kisses, and with those loving arms, validated our faith in
what this venture means to a lot more people than we ever could imagine. Thank you Joanie
and Meliss from the bottom of my heart. You are generous, adorable, and always there for me
and mine.
It was the culmination of a perfect day. Billowing clouds, state parks of the most beautiful magnitude; hills, hills,and more hills; lakes, lakes, and more lakes! All validating the beauty
of this marvelous country and its freedoms, and filling me to the brim with gratitude for
being here and reverence for the purpose of our journey.
But I do miss my Sweetheart, and those of you who know me, know that to be a fact!
Sunday, July 20, 2008
All is Well That Ends Well!!
I won't lie to you. Today was really tough. After enjoying a comfortable hotel stay last night, we left Southbury, Ct. this morning to head to Peekskill, Ny, on the shores of the Hudson River. We had the good fortune to receive an invitation for lunch at Cutillo's Restaurant in Carmel, NY, compliments of Patty Jellison if Amherst, NH. You see Patty saw the story of Trails for Dale in the Nashua Telegraph a couple of weeks ago, and called me to offer us lunch at her parent's restaurant in Carmel, which happened to be on our route. In fact, the restaurant is in the house that Patty, a twin, grew up in. Keep in mind that we have limitations on how we can route ourselves due to the fact that Joy only tops out at about 40 mph (on a flat). Finding the right roads, and avoiding Interstate 84 was a major challenge. At times we were frustrated, at times scared, at times really confused. To make things just a little more interesting, we knew we were at a high risk for flash thunderstorms. So little by little we made our way, sometimes one step forward, and other times a couple of steps back. Our 12:30 lunch date became 1:00, then 1:30... The sky started to darken with the threat of thunder and lightning, oh oh.
So, I have the advantage (?) yes! of being on my scooter, and able to have conversation solely with myself. Things started to look bleak, Mom and Betsy with their faces buried in maps, GPS, and Garmin, and still couldn't figure things out. It was at that time that I started to try and make sense of what was happening (WARNING: I AM ABOUT TO WAX PHILISOPHIC!!) One thing that came to mind was something my great mentor Stephanie Rutt used to say about only being able to see a little part of things, and having to trust that there was a bigger picture that was unknown to us. I was seriously wondering if this whole thing was totally insane, looking up at the darkening sky wondering if a rainstorm was going to enter into our already dismal equation. It was at that time that I started to say the following:
I am so happy and grateful that I am safe;
I am so happy and grateful that I am dry:
I am so happy and gratful that I am not alone;
I am so happy and grateful that I am doing this great journey......
I just kept saying these affirmations over and over, until eventually the dark clouds passed us, we got on track, and ultimately we got to the restaurant. When we did arrive, we were all able to laugh at what we had experienced. Again, this goes back to what I said several posts ago, we have a choice as to how we look at a situation.
And so we decompressed and enjoyed an absolutely wonderful lunch with Carol as our hostess, and Patrick as our chef. Our food was delicious, the atmosphere delightful, and yes, Carol even got out a map or two for our perusal. Soon it was time to hit the road again, but keep in mind, it is not over until it is over (or put another way, you have not crossed the Hudson until you go over the right bridge) It is kind of a long (and embarrassing story) but suffice it to say we have crossed the Hudson, are a stones throw from Westpoint, and staying in a hotel again!!!!!!! Hey, considering we went 100 miles today, we figured we deserve it. Tomorrow we are off to Hamburg, NJ.
No one said it would be easy. In fact there is little in life worth having that is. Bringing things back to the essence of this journey, for 13 years Dale lived as though she had gone 100 miles every day. We do what we need to do to accomplish the goal. In Dale's case it was staying alive. In ours today it was merely going from point A to point B, rather trivial in comparison. So plug away, go through the fire, experience "tapas" (for you yogis out there) and be all the stronger for it.
Enjoy the pics, and know we do this for all of us!!! xxoo
So, I have the advantage (?) yes! of being on my scooter, and able to have conversation solely with myself. Things started to look bleak, Mom and Betsy with their faces buried in maps, GPS, and Garmin, and still couldn't figure things out. It was at that time that I started to try and make sense of what was happening (WARNING: I AM ABOUT TO WAX PHILISOPHIC!!) One thing that came to mind was something my great mentor Stephanie Rutt used to say about only being able to see a little part of things, and having to trust that there was a bigger picture that was unknown to us. I was seriously wondering if this whole thing was totally insane, looking up at the darkening sky wondering if a rainstorm was going to enter into our already dismal equation. It was at that time that I started to say the following:
I am so happy and grateful that I am safe;
I am so happy and grateful that I am dry:
I am so happy and gratful that I am not alone;
I am so happy and grateful that I am doing this great journey......
I just kept saying these affirmations over and over, until eventually the dark clouds passed us, we got on track, and ultimately we got to the restaurant. When we did arrive, we were all able to laugh at what we had experienced. Again, this goes back to what I said several posts ago, we have a choice as to how we look at a situation.
And so we decompressed and enjoyed an absolutely wonderful lunch with Carol as our hostess, and Patrick as our chef. Our food was delicious, the atmosphere delightful, and yes, Carol even got out a map or two for our perusal. Soon it was time to hit the road again, but keep in mind, it is not over until it is over (or put another way, you have not crossed the Hudson until you go over the right bridge) It is kind of a long (and embarrassing story) but suffice it to say we have crossed the Hudson, are a stones throw from Westpoint, and staying in a hotel again!!!!!!! Hey, considering we went 100 miles today, we figured we deserve it. Tomorrow we are off to Hamburg, NJ.
No one said it would be easy. In fact there is little in life worth having that is. Bringing things back to the essence of this journey, for 13 years Dale lived as though she had gone 100 miles every day. We do what we need to do to accomplish the goal. In Dale's case it was staying alive. In ours today it was merely going from point A to point B, rather trivial in comparison. So plug away, go through the fire, experience "tapas" (for you yogis out there) and be all the stronger for it.
Enjoy the pics, and know we do this for all of us!!! xxoo
The Itinerary......
I know many people are wondering about our route...here it is:
Today is Sun. the 20th in Southbury, Ct.
we leave from here to Peekskill , ny via carmel, Ny for lunch
monday 7/21 peekskill ny to hamburg, nj
tuesday 7/22 hamburg, nj to phillipsburg, nj
wed. 7/23 phillipsburg, nj to exton, pa (will be in exton 2 days) come on Phillie!!!!
Fri 7/25 Exton, Pa to Hagerstown, MD.
Sat. 7/26 Hagerstown , Md to Winchester, VA
Sun. 7/27 Winchester, VA. to Mt. Jackson, VA
MOn. 7/28 Mt. Jackson, VA to Staunton, VA
Tues 7/29 Staunton, Va to Buchanan, VA
Wed. 7/30 Buchanan, VA. to Roanoke, Va ( up on the Blue Ridge Pkwy)
Thurs 7/31 Roanoke, VA to Floyd VA
Fri 8/1 Floyd, VA to Fancy GAp, va
8/2 Fancy Gap, VA to Sparta, VA
8/3 Sparta, VA to Boone, NC
8/4 Boone NC to Little Switzerland, NC
8/5 Little Switz., NC to Ashville, NC
8/6 Ashville, NC to Cashiers, NC
8/7 Cashiers, NC to Clarkville, GA
8/8 Clarksville, GA to Lawrenceville, GA
The anniversary of Dale's death is August 9.
Today is Sun. the 20th in Southbury, Ct.
we leave from here to Peekskill , ny via carmel, Ny for lunch
monday 7/21 peekskill ny to hamburg, nj
tuesday 7/22 hamburg, nj to phillipsburg, nj
wed. 7/23 phillipsburg, nj to exton, pa (will be in exton 2 days) come on Phillie!!!!
Fri 7/25 Exton, Pa to Hagerstown, MD.
Sat. 7/26 Hagerstown , Md to Winchester, VA
Sun. 7/27 Winchester, VA. to Mt. Jackson, VA
MOn. 7/28 Mt. Jackson, VA to Staunton, VA
Tues 7/29 Staunton, Va to Buchanan, VA
Wed. 7/30 Buchanan, VA. to Roanoke, Va ( up on the Blue Ridge Pkwy)
Thurs 7/31 Roanoke, VA to Floyd VA
Fri 8/1 Floyd, VA to Fancy GAp, va
8/2 Fancy Gap, VA to Sparta, VA
8/3 Sparta, VA to Boone, NC
8/4 Boone NC to Little Switzerland, NC
8/5 Little Switz., NC to Ashville, NC
8/6 Ashville, NC to Cashiers, NC
8/7 Cashiers, NC to Clarkville, GA
8/8 Clarksville, GA to Lawrenceville, GA
The anniversary of Dale's death is August 9.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
It was the Best of Times, It Was the Worst of Times (almost)
Well, we're back!! It is already day 3 and we have some catching up to do with all of you. We had made a deal that we would camp two nights and stay in a moderate hotel on the third night. I am happy to report that we are writing to you from the Crown Plaza in Southbury, Ct. The Massachusetts and Connecticut countryside have been just beautiful. The corn is growing, the hay is bailed, and the sun is shining (well most of the time!). It has been hot. One of the advantages of being on the scoot, is that I have the benefit of "wind chill factor" which even applies in 90 degree weather. The sag wagoneers have been staying cool in the air conditioned van (equipped with twizlers, wasabi peas, and pretzels. Speaking of food, we couldn't leave Southwick this morning without stopping at the bakery across from the campground we stayed at last night. Lemon and raspberry scones, blueberry and raspberry muffins and the wasabi peas made us good to go. Southwick was a great stay, where we camped next to a lovely family from England.
Our final destination today was Southbury but soon after we got into town, trying to find the hotel NOT on the highway, the thunder and lightning began. We sat it out for a while packed in the van, and when we were ready to head off the van did not start. OH OH!! Not to worry, the battery was badly strained, but not dead. I guess we had been leaving the lights on the van. It is all better now!!
Well we made it safe and sound to the hotel. When we logged into the blog we saw that some motorcyclists got wind of our ride and may want to hook up with us. We would love to share this adventure, and build on the great energy we have generated around Dale and her wonderful inspiration.
We can't thank all of you enough for your support and enthusiasm. We are off to Peekskill, NY tomorrow and will have lunch tomorrow at Carmel compliments of Patty Jellison.
Our final destination today was Southbury but soon after we got into town, trying to find the hotel NOT on the highway, the thunder and lightning began. We sat it out for a while packed in the van, and when we were ready to head off the van did not start. OH OH!! Not to worry, the battery was badly strained, but not dead. I guess we had been leaving the lights on the van. It is all better now!!
Well we made it safe and sound to the hotel. When we logged into the blog we saw that some motorcyclists got wind of our ride and may want to hook up with us. We would love to share this adventure, and build on the great energy we have generated around Dale and her wonderful inspiration.
We can't thank all of you enough for your support and enthusiasm. We are off to Peekskill, NY tomorrow and will have lunch tomorrow at Carmel compliments of Patty Jellison.
Friday, July 18, 2008
We're on the Trail!!!!
Most of you will recall that our target departure date was July 17, 2008. And so it was that yesterday morning we began the journey that is Trails for Dale. For Barbara, the morning began with a birthday breakfast of pink scrambled eggs prepared by her daughter Liza and friend Kori (you guys rock). Soon after the star sag wagoneers arrived, Lois and Betsy, all ready to go!! The send off included multiple family members and friends to cheer us on and see us off. My mother in law, Janet Shea came with a rose bush and shovel to commemorate the journey. Thank you Janet. A special and pleasant surprise included a reporter and photographer from WMUR channel 9, who covered our story with compassion, capturing the spirit of our sacred journey.
After leaving Amherst we headed for the Massachusetts border, accompanied by another scootnick, Michelle Luks, my wonderful friend who said goodbye to us at the Townsend, MA border. Heading down on Routes 13 and 12 we made our way through Sterling, Princeton, and ending the day in West Brookfield, Ma.
The sag wagon does have a special feature, it includes a pop-up camper. For those of you who have been reading the blog, you have a clue as to how old my mother, Lois is!!! Betsy, although reminds us that she used to run a camp when she was in her twenties, doesn't include a campground as one of her top ten places to lodge. However, be that as it may, we had a wonderful camping experience. We set up the pop-up with no trouble, and snuggled in for a good night sleep. (only after a celebratory bottle of champagne!!) At about 2:00 am it became clear that the bullfrogs residing in the pond adjacent to our site, had no intention of refraining from their incessant and emphatic mating croaks!!
After a decent night sleep, we had a camp breakfast of home brewed coffee, organic steel cut oatmeal, eggbeaters, Greek yogurt sprinkled with Mom's homemade trail mix. Who said roughing it couldn't be gourmet?
So we are on day 2, sitting in Mac's with wi fi and updating y"all. We did have one small glitch which included a van, pop-up and dead end street. Does your imagination help you figure out what the problem may have been!! Eddie came to the rescue, moved his car and helped us out. Thank you Eddie!!!!!!
Were heading for Southwick and will speak to you from there. Love, gratitude, peace, joy and hope to you all....xxoo p.s. enjoys the pics
After leaving Amherst we headed for the Massachusetts border, accompanied by another scootnick, Michelle Luks, my wonderful friend who said goodbye to us at the Townsend, MA border. Heading down on Routes 13 and 12 we made our way through Sterling, Princeton, and ending the day in West Brookfield, Ma.
The sag wagon does have a special feature, it includes a pop-up camper. For those of you who have been reading the blog, you have a clue as to how old my mother, Lois is!!! Betsy, although reminds us that she used to run a camp when she was in her twenties, doesn't include a campground as one of her top ten places to lodge. However, be that as it may, we had a wonderful camping experience. We set up the pop-up with no trouble, and snuggled in for a good night sleep. (only after a celebratory bottle of champagne!!) At about 2:00 am it became clear that the bullfrogs residing in the pond adjacent to our site, had no intention of refraining from their incessant and emphatic mating croaks!!
After a decent night sleep, we had a camp breakfast of home brewed coffee, organic steel cut oatmeal, eggbeaters, Greek yogurt sprinkled with Mom's homemade trail mix. Who said roughing it couldn't be gourmet?
So we are on day 2, sitting in Mac's with wi fi and updating y"all. We did have one small glitch which included a van, pop-up and dead end street. Does your imagination help you figure out what the problem may have been!! Eddie came to the rescue, moved his car and helped us out. Thank you Eddie!!!!!!
Were heading for Southwick and will speak to you from there. Love, gratitude, peace, joy and hope to you all....xxoo p.s. enjoys the pics
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Between a Hawk and a Heart Place
A play on words, yes, but the phrase came to me in response to a profound experience that I had the other day. Some of us believe that the physical world provides cues and suggestions that speak to our conscious and subconscious mind. Sometimes these can be in the form of a person, a song, or even an animal. The Native Americans speak of "totems", animals that we may identify with strongly, whose attributes mirror our own, or inspire us to move in a particular direction or path. I have always had a strong identification with the hawk. Within days of Dale's death, I found myself standing within several feet of one as it sat quietly in a field, bathed in the early morning sunlight. Since that time, barely a day goes by without seeing a hawk, sometimes swooping across the road while on my scooter, or enjoying a meal while perched on a telephone pole above me. Most recently I had yet another sacred encounter. It followed after having spent this past weekend in a yoga teacher training (thank you YogaFit!!!). Upon my return home, my husband and I seized the opportunity to fly our little nylon kites at the local school field. It was about 5:30 in the evening, the sun shining, the sky blue, the breeze gently blowing. We were first jointed by a blue heron making his way above us (another of my totems!). Soon after a red tailed hawk circled above. The hawk soon landed on the nearby telephone pole, content to stay perched there in the late day sun. As we prepared to leave, winding our kite strings, I saw the moon had come up, and reminded Tim that when it was full, it would be time to leave on the Trails for Dale Journey. Tim left before me, having come in the car, and me on my scooter. After he was gone, I was left there in the field, sun on one side, moon on the other, and hawk still perched in front of me on the telephone pole. At that moment I realized that the world had come into perfect balance. I stood on the field of green, facing the sky of blue, with the breeze gently blowing around me, the sun in my right hand and the moon in my left. As I lifted my face to the sky, opening my heart to the Universe, I realized the hawk was still there in front of me, in my heart. The balance and synchronicity of this experience is because of the fact that this entire journey comes from the Heart. When we come from that place, the Universe comes into balance, and everything falls into perfect place. I hope that each of you find your heart's desire, and all the magic that it will bring. Sat Nam.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Reflections on Joy and Hope
We have all heard about things "taking on a life of their own." This has certainly happened with Trails for Dale, and it has become something bigger and more meaningful than I could possibly have hoped. I say this for a number of reasons; not the least of which is the heartwarming and genuine positive feedback I receive from people about this journey. After all, isn't that what we really want from the people around us? We want to know that the things that motivate and are important to us are also valued by others. I believe we call this validation. This is particularly true when we go out on a limb and pursue those things that we feel most passionate about. We wear out hearts on our sleeves and "hope" that the world doesn't think us insane. Well I am here to tell you that when we come from that place, our genuine impulse, that is where we are most sane and purposeful. This has been proven through my experience in life many times, but never like this. It is beyond the use of words to explain.
This past week I started to experience fear and uncertainty about the trip, especially when we had intense rain, lightning and hail storms (the worst of which when I was at the bike shop picking up my scooter). Was it a sign? Should I rethink? Am I insane? My bike was having technical difficulties, again reconsider? NO!!!!! Hold fast to the vision. So when it was questionable if my bike would make it I had options. One was to get a new bike and transfer the unique body of my bike on to the new bike. The new bike a Schwinn Hope bike. The one that Schwinn markets and donates some of the proceeds to breast cancer research. It was where Hope met Joy, and now the two have become One. How perfect that all is, for what is Joy without Hope. What is impulse and inspiration without the Hope, the leap of faith, that following our Joy will lead us to the right place..............and so it has.
The icing on the cake.....The Nashua Telegraph, Andrew Wolfe to be precise, has written a wonderful article about the Journey.........please check it out at http://www.nashuatelegraph.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080705/NEWS01/187593625. Please find your Joy and maintain your Hope and all will be revealed!!!
This past week I started to experience fear and uncertainty about the trip, especially when we had intense rain, lightning and hail storms (the worst of which when I was at the bike shop picking up my scooter). Was it a sign? Should I rethink? Am I insane? My bike was having technical difficulties, again reconsider? NO!!!!! Hold fast to the vision. So when it was questionable if my bike would make it I had options. One was to get a new bike and transfer the unique body of my bike on to the new bike. The new bike a Schwinn Hope bike. The one that Schwinn markets and donates some of the proceeds to breast cancer research. It was where Hope met Joy, and now the two have become One. How perfect that all is, for what is Joy without Hope. What is impulse and inspiration without the Hope, the leap of faith, that following our Joy will lead us to the right place..............and so it has.
The icing on the cake.....The Nashua Telegraph, Andrew Wolfe to be precise, has written a wonderful article about the Journey.........please check it out at http://www.nashuatelegraph.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080705/NEWS01/187593625. Please find your Joy and maintain your Hope and all will be revealed!!!
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