The clouds were resting to large and ominous in the sky (and a gigantic sky at that) in Kansas. Even into the most eastern part of Colorado the clouds clung to the horizon: beatific and grand they slowly flew up from the western horizon as we followed the maps west. But one day there was that same distant iridescent blue growing from the sight line. We rode on but the blue just grew through the blueness and bigger into the view until, finally, the realization came that this was not clouds but mountains in the distance. Finally we reached the (much younger than the Smoky Mountains) Rocky Mountains.
Ever since visiting my father while he was working in Helena, Montana I fell in love with the incredibly humbling view of the mountains. The incredible power of continents colliding. Plates from the earth pushing together so violently making such beatific scenery.
It is hard to believe we have come so far as a group already on the power of our own bodies to fight the disease that tried to take cycling from me already. It's impossible for me to truly see all the faces of those we have touched on this trip but hopefully one day I will be able to see the difference that the $175,724 that we (as an organization) have raised so far. And as my climb to my highest summit is just starting my climb to the top of my fundraising is also just beginning! I have almost reached my fundraising goal of $6,000... but almost is not quite enough. I am sitting at $5,185 and with all your help I can reach my $6000 goal! So please give anything you can at www.bauserbikesms.com to help make a difference in the lives of those affected by MS.
Peace and love,