Heidi in Spain and Portugal on her way home
Heidi and Hudo continue to log miles. She is currently in Iberia. She will drive around the Iberian Peninsula counter-clockwise, to the Cote d’Azur, Paris, and finally home to Berlin in March of this year. Heidi and Hudo were welcomed very warmly all over the world. There are more than 6.000 photos in Heidi’s instagram feed. If you would like to leave a comment for Heidi, please do it here, or write to her (in english or deutsch please) at her email meet.heidi.along.the.way(a)gmail.com
Mongo and Dad on Different Continents
Not much has been written about Dad and Mongo in the past two months. Mostly we can surmize that this drought is more the result of the fact that Dad has been travelling for most of that time, rather than writer’s block. Since October of 2016, Dad has been to South Africa, USA, New Zealand, USA (Pittsburgh [note the genuine Terrible Towel behind Mongo in the picture], Dallas, Atlanta, Minneapolis, & Pasco, WA; everywhere in the US of A except Seattle!), and back to South Africa.
He and Mongo have barely had time to get their feet muddy together since October. Fortunately, they did get to go duck hunting in January, just before Dad left for South Africa again.
Dad has to give special thanks to Mongo’s brother Drewbie & sister Kimi and to Mom-mom for taking such good care of him these past few months.
Now as Dad prepares to head back to the USA again for a few weeks, he is already trying to figure out how to fit in two pheasant hunting trips, and at least one X-C ski free-for-all.
But for Mr. M, there is not much to do but sit and wait.
Kitsap Color Classic
On the morning of the ride, Dad drove up to Edmonds, WA to the Cascade Bicycle Club Registration Point. After failing the impromptu test regarding his bib number, he was still able to remember his name, and the registration people gave him his t-shirt and bib. At least now, if anyone asked his bib number, he could turn around and they could read it off his back. Then, with a slight squeal of the brakes, Dad was rocketing down the hill towards the ferry dock.
When he arrived Dad remembered that he had not picked up a map for the ride. Since Dad does not have a GPS for the bike, maps are often key to successfully following the route. He considered the risk of riding without a map and decided he could follow the other cyclists. There were bound to be dozens of them along every stretch of the route. What could possibly go wrong? Read More…