Intro

Welcome to a story, or stories I should say. A compilation of adventure tales. An ongoing itch to see, smell, and touch the world, or at least the deserted roads and rarely trampled mountains of America. Characters within the descriptive paragraphs of these stories carve out the coming and going companions in life; vital life people and pieces that parallel a universe for moments, days, years. And then spear off, leaving granules of magnificent memories of magical places. They leave a lasting trace, a gained sense of courage to stand tall on oxygen deprived mountains and shout absurdities like: I love you Ralph! Ralph is a teenage reindeer stuffed of the finest synthetic polyester fiber poof; he says made in Indonesia but really tells me he is from the North Pole. Delivered through a chimney one December night 20 years ago, we instantly became cuddle buddies upon that morning's sunrise. He is the instigator. The inspiration. And the imagination. He breathes creativity. Laughter. His is a dear companion. And yes, at 4lbs he tags along atop a pack or strapped to a rack. In delirium of 107 degree heat, the small possession of material belongings gain a persona. Innate objects become friends of the road and trails. And as for the humans who accompany, their presence reads priceless. Without O'Reilly, a 29 year old New Hampshirian with superior taste buds, the mathematical six foot four inch tall German, or handful of organic peanut butter and 99 cent jam eating munchkins, there would be a lot less excitement. The encounters we make with our specie, encapsulating the world with their awkward ways and over consumerist love, somehow we have managed to become overly adored creatures. Their generous hearts restore a faith that goodness prevails in the upheaval of a sometimes lost humanity. As for myself, I'm just the navigator, paddling up the stream of life munching on Clif Bars, with an iPhone documenting the frailties and goodies underneath all the simplified complexities in the world we reside. So again, I welcome you to get lost and dream a little through this typed text and your imagination. My name is Kristen Gentilucci. I live in Berkeley California and I love dogs.


Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Day 2 "the prank"

6am. Day 2, the van parked outside the church is gone, the keys in our hands, broken glass remnants on the pavement. Shit someone stole the van? Who in the world in a tiny town of Kittery would steal a 15 passenger van in front of a church! Ok hum...now what? Call the police I assume to start.

Little do we know northern route starts their trip 10 miles south of us tomorrow in NH and has grand plans to prank us. The glass, a broken bottle, the directors, with the 2nd set of keys, moved the van down the street, and the police confused, and we all breathed a sigh of relief. But the wars are on Northern Route!

Now back to the start of our day.
Day 2
58 miles
HOT 105 degrees

Good things: AC, brick buildings, hippy bakeries everywhere, used book stores, free strawberry banana smoothie, a strangers pool, a lady flagging us down to give is free ice cream, all the trees that blessed us with shade, and all the nicely paved quiet roads that guided us through the heat of the day. The amazing thanksgiving feast we had for dinner at the Webber's house. Chris Webber is the founder of Bike & Build who was hit by a car and killed a few years ago. His name lives on though and his family offered us a thanksgiving feast in June! No joke.

Sitting under a shaddy tree bullets of sweat like fresh water cooling on my skin. Telling good stories watching the cars roam by in the heat of the day.

Barker farm 1642, situated at the top of a big hill, 50 miles in, called my name to stop and eat strawberries. Oddly enough this is the second oldest family farm in the USA. Fun fact: the oldest is in new hampshire. Farmer fed me fresh baked bread and a cucumber. Refreshed!

Things that went wrong: the heat killed us like an egg in a frying pan. 4 riders vaned due to heat exhaustion, deliriously wobbling pedaled stroke by pedal stroke till we got them to the ice cold van blasting with AC. They lived long enough to eat thanksgiving feast.
Many lessons learned. Hydrate, eat, take naps under trees, swim in lakes and strangers pools.

Day 2 over!
Sleeping in a school library. Yeah!