In Epilogue 2, I noted that I am an analytical person. I summarized most of the ride’s statistics in that post, along with some color commentary. At the end of that post, I promised a tabular form of the ride stats. Well here they are.
The other significant statistic I would like to note is that a few dollars were donated by my faithful followers. By faithful followers, I’m not talking about the cows, horses, and other farm animals. I’m talking about some generous souls who were kind enough to support mentoring organizations in their back yard or use my fall-back position – making a donation to the National Big Brothers Big Sisters body. I was not informed of the amount of all the donations. That’s fine with me. The ride was always about fulfilling my personal dream and sharing it in an amusing manner. Next, the ride was about raising awareness and getting people involved. Lastly, it was about raising some funds for these organizations. But that was just the icing on the cake, not the prime objective. As best as I can tell, more than $1,800 was raised on behalf of various mentoring organizations. The National Big Brothers Big Sisters organization got about 60% of that money. I have tried to send a note to all who donated, as I wanted to tell you how much it meant to me and hopefully to the beneficiaries of your generosity.
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While I’m writing, I want to add another post script. My wife and I have moved to the Northwest part of the US, renting a place in Vancouver, WA while we search for the permanent home. Two pretty cool things happened yesterday. In the afternoon I went for a bike ride along the Columbia River. There was a beautiful paved path (Hidalgo still has nightmares of the muddy C&O towpath) that had the Portland Airport on one side and a beautiful view of the Columbia River and Vancouver on the other side, as I headed west. The coolest part for me was following a bike path through Vancouver that led me up onto a dedicated bike/pedestrian lane that ran safely right through the middle of Interstate 205 across the Columbia River. The River was under me and views of Mount Hood were in the distance as I was able to pass cars slowed by the congested traffic. I’m not sure where we will ultimately settle, but if the bike culture is anything like this, it will be a good place.
The other cool thing occurred while I walked our two Britannies in an off leash dog park. I met Jason [Facebook: Subie Wanderlusting or @SubieWanderlusting] . He was travelling with his dog around the country to raise awareness of the problem of veteran suicides. His veteran cousin had taken his own life. While a figure of “Nearly 22 per day” has come under question, even if it is actually closer to 1 a day, it is still a scary and disturbing number. We talked about lots of things – mostly our travelling adventures and their context in our larger lifetimes. I wish him safe travels and hope that veterans and others who have lost hope find people and paths that will bring them back from the depths of their sorrows.
The Lone Rider