From the homeless man on the street teaching Bridger the drums to the trucker hauling liquid cattle feed, the people we’ve met on the road have all been so nice. We want to start telling you about some of the amazing people we have met and how they have helped us on our adventure across the country.
Last Friday we were in the middle of a ride, and I was in the middle of the line. I looked up from the road to realize I couldn’t see anyone in front of me. A quick check behind me confirmed one of my worst fears, I was alone. A hard knot formed in my stomach, and I was certain that I missed some hidden turn in the trees and everybody just left me. Panicked, I called Cassidy. No answer. Starting to sweat, I called my dad.