MIT Spokes 2025

Author: MIT Spokes

  • Day 63: Personal Reckoning

    Day 63: Personal Reckoning

    Milford, UT -> Baker, NV; 83.4 mi; 4,414ft

    By now, you, my dear reader, may have heard us describe the Spokes 2025 journey in terms of TV show seasons (if you haven’t, it’s because my teammates haven’t published their blogs yet). We are currently well into Season 4, which I predict will be a season of personal reckoning. Charles (maybe?), Greta, and Ishaq all had their canon events for season 4. My major event occurred yesterday when I fell on a gravel descent. This was my second gravel fall of the trip. I was shaking and moving so fast down the descent that I didn’t have enough time to protect my head. Thankfully, my helmet took the hit like a warrior. After screaming from the pain of the fall, I had enough sensibility to move to the side of the road and assess damages. I skidded on the left side of my face during my fall. Although there were bruises all over my body, the damage that will be most lasting for me is the scrapes on my face. As an aspiring actor and model, my face is of great importance to me. The mental anguish as I wait for my face to recover, hopefully without scars, will be tumultuous. This is my personal fight for season 4 of Spokes.

    Due to my injuries from yesterday, I am once again a passenger princess. Fulfilling my role, I slept in an extra hour, a luxury for Spokes. The typical leave time for Spokes 2025 is 10 am. We are not an early crowd. We are an embarrassment to our predecessors. Ishaq came to inform me that the rest of Spokies were dilly-dallying for the past hour, so actually, I woke up just in time to eat breakfast with the Spokies.

    Then came the laundry scandal. Despite Ishaq laboring away at 2 am, washing two days of laundry, he missed a bag of Charles’ clothes. Poor Charlie here thought he needed to throw out all his stinky clothes, which were permanently ruined by Spokes. Never mind that. Fortunately (?), he just had to wear his own filth today.

    Team Greta and Tian left Mt. View Church in Milford, UT, at 11 am and went shopping for some last-minute groceries. Greta already did a mega grocery run this morning for tonight’s dinner, but we needed some more bread for tomorrow’s sandwiches. At the parking lot, a Sprite from our car fell onto the floor and sprayed us with Sprite perfume. Thank you for this surprise, Ishaq (our Sprite-addicted Spokie).

    Some fresh meat
    Jamming to musicals

    Greta and I jammed and sang along to my musicals playlist. At the second rest stop, Greta started creating the sign for her lemonade stand. If she could put half of that energy into her blogs, maybe she wouldn’t be 3 blogs behind ;( Her lemonade stand was a hit, especially with Sarah. Sarah was so happy that she made a Sarah Star. Charles showed off his special skill, double dipping. Our blue corn chips are so crushed such that Charles needed to scoop the salsa multiple times to achieve an equal chip to salsa ratio. Well, luckily, the Spokies who cared about multi-dipping were not at the rest stop with us (namely, Ishaq). Greta poured the salsa onto the jar’s cap and scooped the sauce with her little chips. That’s why she goes to MIT.

    Rest stop 2’s really nice tree translated to a long-long rest. This was noticed not only by Spokies but also by a third party (revealed shortly). Right before driving to the next rest stop to catch the other Spokies who had gone ahead, Greta started flirting with Charles’ bike, Junior. “You are just my size”, Greta said. Greta wanted Junior to become hers. Junior was already having a tough day and needed comforting. Charles attributed Junior’s malfunctions to Ishaq’s bike cleaning last night. Laundry was not the only thing Ishaq cleaned last night. He was struck with inspiration to deep clean everyone’s bikes, and may have unintentionally loosened everyone’s brakes. Joseph’s bike was also struggling.

    When the van finally caught up to Ishaq at rest stop 3, he had been waiting for 40 minutes. During his joyous wait, he flagged down a random car to ask about our whereabouts. The driver said they saw “6 bikers that didn’t seem like they were going anywhere,” describing us under the (cursed) tree. The driver also passed Joseph and was tempted to disclose the news of his unfortunate predicament. The driver felt so bad for Ishaq that they offered him a whole box of food because the rest of the bikers weren’t coming anytime soon. Ishaq took up the driver’s gracious offer. Although Ishaq waited a long time, he was having a lot of fun kicking up dust and watching it fly into the distance.

    Greta and I learned that the cross-winds were really intense today, resulting in slow going for all the bikers. Joseph took an hour to bike 7 miles. The miles of nothingness also created a mirage where it feels like you are not getting any closer to the next checkpoint, no matter how long you bike. Meanwhile, Ishaq and I played Star Realms (an amazing deck building game) at rest stop 3. Greta locked in and blogged. Greta and I also hatched a plan to drive to the church we are staying at today, so Greta could start cooking. I would drive back to finish serving our bikers at the rest stops. Ishaq and Joseph (when he arrived) knew of our plan. I told Greta not to let anyone else know, so I could play a fool and trick everyone into believing that Greta never existed. If that ploy fails, I plan to say that I ate Greta.

    Greta and I zoomed to Baker’s church. While she was getting the church keys from the general store, I started unpacking the car. We discovered that the church doesn’t have a kitchen, and the bathroom was clogged. We went back to the general store to figure out the bathroom situation and to use their bathroom.  Finally, with Greta’s support, I returned to the 4th rest stop excited to fool the rest of the Spokies with my trickery and acting skills. Unfortunately, Joseph spoiled my fun and already told everyone what Greta and I were up to before I got back to rest stop 4. I need to choose my partners in crime carefully in the future.

    At the fifth and last rest stop, I finished up my quesadilla as I watched more shenanigans unfold before me. Although we don’t have service and haven’t crossed the border to Nevada yet, Ramona’s phone and watch were updated to Pacific Time. Ramona’s watch doesn’t automatically update the time, so this occurrence is really strange for her. Perhaps Ramona had been operating in the wrong time zone this whole time? Who knows?

    By the time I returned to the Baker church, Ishaq and Greta had churned up a whole food operation. Dinner was ready in no time. Greta made delicious soup (and chicken, which I don’t eat). Another thing I am impressed by after 60 days of Spokes is how much people take on their roles in stride, whether it be cooking, laundry, or unpacking the cooler. Spokies know what needs to be done and aren’t disgruntled when they are reminded to do their tasks. Sometimes, Spokies embrace their task with pride and enthusiasm. After dinner, all the Spokies dispersed to do their own tasks. The showers were close to a gas station in town. So most Spokies needed to trek to get to the shower. Also speaking of Baker, NV, did you know we single-handedly increased the town population by 150%?

    As I am getting ready for bed, the guilt of not biking is eating away at me. I recently started feeling really proud of myself for conquering hills. Even if it takes me hours of pedaling, I now know that I am more than capable of trudging my way up. Ishaq spoke previously about how one of the wonders of this experience is being able to see how far one has grown. I am very satisfied with how much I’ve grown on the bike. I remember how my legs used to feel like jellyfish after every ride at the beginning of the trip. Now, even after a four-thousand-foot hill, I can walk around just fine. It frustrates me that my growth is temporarily stunted by my injuries. With only 9 biking days left, I don’t want to miss out on any. However, whether or not I can biking tomorrow is still a question mark for me. With pain that has yet to recover, I am not sure if I should wait to get better or take on more challenges in stride.

    I have also been thinking about my face the whole day. One thing I realized after my face injuries is that I am beautiful. It’s such a shame that I wasted time thinking that I was ugly when I had such a smooth, cute face. Now that my face is filled with bandages, I can’t help but sigh every time I look at the mirror.

    But like joy, frustration and sadness are a part of life. I don’t feel like my usual self today, and I also hate to worry my teammates. I wonder when I will find my footholds again in the next few days. Welcome to my day of personal reckoning.

  • Day 62: Elapsed Time Warriors

    Day 62: Elapsed Time Warriors

    Lava Point Campground, UT to Milford, UT — 89.5 mi, 3,849 ft

    I’m exhausted when I wake up at 7:30am, which is entirely my fault because camping seems to bring out the insomnia demon within me. After packing up the tent and my belongings, I head to the campground table to make some brekkie. Greta has a terrible habit of THROWING AWAY avocado halves I’ve left in the cooler, so this time I leave nothing to chance: I make myself a scuffed avo toast using our overly crumbly marble rye bread because the ~artisanal~ bread I bought yesterday was devoured before I could have a piece. It was still quite yummy.

    Now, Lava Point Campground has no service, as is expected of a campground. Greta and I were silly and did not upload navigation to our bike computers the day before, so we’re reliant on others to guide us today. We start off by following Charles, Ishaq, and Sarah, but I ditch them for Tian at the first rest stop because she doesn’t spend an eternity on her breaks. We descend upon a nasty gravel descent that I take slow and Tian takes slower. I resolve to meet her at the next intersection. Ramona does not take gravel descents slowly, so she zooms past the both of us. At the end of the worst part, I see Ramona sitting at an intersection in the distance. I assume it’s the second rest stop and sit down next to her, but she clarifies that she also does not have navigation. So we sit. And wait. We actually have service here, but can’t seem to upload the route to our bike computers. So we sit. And wait some more. A couple minutes later, Joseph, today’s driver, passes by us, explaining that Tian fell and he’s on his way back up to pick her up. He points out on RideWithGPS which direction we should go, then dips. This is when Ramona realizes that we can just navigate from our phones! Equipped with a bunch of screenshots of the route, we head to rest stop 3, a cafe in Cedar City.

    When we get there, Tian and Joseph are inside. This is when I realize that Tian took a real beating. Like really bad. We get her some ice for her face and eat our lunches in silence. I was trying and failing to think of ways to make her feel better, when Charles pulls up and buys her a drink from the cafe. Very sweet. Despite the bruises, Tian manages to keep her sense of humor, joking that her “modeling career is ending before it began” (she’s probably only 50% joking though). Ramona and I head out shortly after, as we typically do, leaving as Greta starts doing her very legitimate tarot card readings. 

    Over the next stretch, something magical happens, so faint that I barely even notice it. But Ramona’s spidey senses perk up. “Is that… a tailwind?” I gasp. Yes. Yes it is. It’s fleeting, which makes it all the sweeter. For the next five miles, I daydream of tailwinds carrying us to SF. Sigh.

    Now sometimes (actually a lot), Ramona talks to me while we’re biking and I have no idea what she’s saying. This is partially because of the wind, partially because Ramona speaks quietly, and partially because I’m a little deaf. This time, I hear her mumble something incoherent then promptly swerve to the left side of the road. I’m slightly concerned because I see an oncoming car, but I trust Ramona with my life so I follow her anyway. Soon, I understand why. She’s led us right into some sprinkler mist! Slightly wet, she looks back at me with an evil grin, and I grin back. Typical Ramona shenanigans.

    When we arrive at rest stop 4, I look at my phone and learn that Ishaq’s rear derailleur broke. Luckily, he was in a bike shop to look at the gash in his tire from an earlier ride. I’m pretty sure everyone but me and Ramona went to the bike shop to check out something or another, but I have no idea because we are far far away from them by this point. Ramona and I have enough water and snacks to keep biking, so we leave again.

    Over the next 10 miles, very little happens. Ramona recites poetry to me, something about a dream in a dream. We point at a lone cow on the side of the road. We look in awe at the barren landscape around us, a landscape so desolate it’s hard to believe civilization was all around us only an hour ago. Where’d it all go?

    At rest stop 5, Ramona and I are tired and have maybe 4 oz of water left each. Joseph would be there in 30 minutes. We both hate waiting, but not having water is a pretty big deterrent. Ramona is leaning towards staying, while I’m leaning towards biking the 11 miles and hoping not to get dehydrated. The next rest stop is a gas station we can refill at, and the next stretch is completely downhill, which is convincing enough that Ramona agrees to leave. We are the true elapsed time warriors.

    While gravel downhills are the bane of my existence, paved downhills are quite the opposite. We max at 37 mph without pedaling. Impeccable. We get to the gas station in under half an hour with water to spare. After refilling and snacking, we head out for the last 18 miles. Mother nature decides to bless us again with tailwinds, and we arrive at the church slightly before 7pm.

    The rest of the night is pretty boring. After showering and helping unload the car, I work on this blog. Others are washing bikes, calling family, sending emails, cleaning dishes, or napping. This might have been the quietest post-ride ever. Joseph makes quesadillas for dinner, but by the time they’re ready I’m utterly exhausted and have gone to bed. I’m sure your quesadillas were fire though, Joseph.

  • Day 61: The Legendary Metal Dorito

    Day 61: The Legendary Metal Dorito

    Zion, UT -> Lava Point Campground, UT — 29.75 mi, 4,975 ft

    Hi hi, It’s Joseph again1 with a blog for the shortest mileage day of the trip! Don’t be fooled though, today was anything but short. It was also the day with the largest single climb of the trip…

    It was a great start to the day. I had gotten great sleep for the past two nights in a row, a rarity on this trip. I felt ready to tackle this day head on. Today, as is usually the case, the team left at different times, though unusually enough, I was not part of the last group to leave. I spent the first hour speeding along a slight descent and attempting to catch up to the frontrunners of today2 as I approached Kolob Terrace Road, where we would spend most of our day.

    The climb
    The views

    Allow me to give some context about where we were headed. Zion National Park is bigger than some people realize. There’s the main section of the park inside of Zion Canyon, where most of the tourists go and where we hiked Angel’s Landing the day before. Then, there’s the Kolob Terrace, the high elevation area of the park, many thousands of feet above the bottom of Zion Canyon. Our destination for today was Lava Point Campground, near the top of the terrace and named after Lava Point, a vista with views spanning the entire park.

    Back to the biking. The climb started and I managed to catch up to Tian and Sarah before the first rest stop, and then made it to the rest stop, where Ruth and Ramona were. The car had earlier passed me, then not 5 minutes later turned back around. I didn’t see it again for another half an hour. I wondered what happened, but I didn’t see a second bike on the car when it drove by the second time, so I assumed it was fine. Turns out that Ishaq accidentally ran into The Legendary Metal Dorito™, a mystical weapon used by the gods of cycling to strike down anyone who dared to ride too fast, fly too close to the sun, if you will. Ishaq had done just that, and he paid dearly for it. In one swift motion his tire was slashed open. The Specialized tire he had gotten a week or so ago was slain. It was no more. Ishaq, devastated by the loss of his companion, turned to The Metal Dorito and promptly curb stomped it, returning it to being a regular dorito shaped piece of metal. He called Ruth in and snatched her wheel.

    The Metal Dorito

    Back to me, I guess. I spent a while at the first rest stop, since just as I was about to leave, the rest of the gang showed up. Eventually I leave to catch up with the frontrunners3. The views were becoming increasingly scenic, with the road winding up and around jagged cliffs. We started the day in the plain dessert, but as we climbed the landscape became greener and meadows and groves of pine trees started appearing. It took an hour to make it to the next rest stop only six miles up the road. The climbs were generally fine, but every once in a while, the grade would become very steep, but everyone kept on chugging along just fine.4 After the next rest stop some of us split up into pairs. I started cycling with Charles. Sarah paired up with Greta. Often times it’s hard to chat with people on the climbs, but the road was empty enough that we could do it comfortably.

    At this point we were fully in Alpine forest and it even started to become a little chilly. At the third rest stop we arrived to find Ruth watching TSITP aka The Summer I Turned Pretty. After being a responsible support vehicle for the morning, she had embraced the bum driver lifestyle. After the last rest stop me and Charles continued the climb, feeling like the end was now in sight. Eventually we make it to the top and we hear the familiar and loved beep of the Garmin, signifying the end of this immense climb. We waited at the top for Sarah and Greta to complete the last couple of miles together.

    We pull into the campsite and see the tents already set up thanks to the efforts of Ramona, Ishaq, Tian and Ruth.5 Though seems like it wasn’t easy for them, as the wind caused stuff to ascend, including causing one of our tents into the forest. There were no showers at the campground, so I devised a plan to go to Kolob Reservoir for a dip. When we found a spot to pull over to the water, we realized the water was very cold and the shore was really muddy. Most people opted not to go in all the way if at all, except for Charles, who went for a full plunge. I also went in and dunked my head in the water to get the dirt out of my hair. I promptly ran out of the water violently shivering and dried myself off as quickly as I could.

    that is not where the tent should be
    “showers”
    greta after “shower”
    my freshly washed hair and ruth way too excited

    On the way back to the campsite, I sneakily took us to Lava Point, where we soaked in the views – the product of all of our climbing today. It was also the only place where we had any service in the area.

    ruth and ramona enjoying the views
    Lava Point viewpoint
    ramona and the view
    greta playing the tian and ishaq drums
    the views were quite nice

    Then we headed back to the campsite where Ruth cooked ramen for dinner. I actually quite enjoyed this meal. I ate more for this camp dinner than I almost ever do, so good job Ruth! Not much else happened that night, though the night sky was as beautiful as it had been the rest of Utah.

    dinner in progress
    adding seasonings is a team effort
    yum
    my egg is the best one there
    ruth in a tree
    ramona not in a tree

    If you take anything from this blog, let it be this. Don’t bike too close to the sun, otherwise you too might get struck down by The Legendary Metal Dorito or similar phenomena.

    Ishaq and what struck him down
    1. And Ramona transcribing (the next three Joseph blogs are being written in the process of driving back across the country) ↩︎
    2. Editor’s note: spoiler: he doesn’t ↩︎
    3. Reminder: he doesn’t ↩︎
    4. Don’t quote me on this. ↩︎
    5. Listing in order of arrival ↩︎

  • Day 60: maybe paradise is a laundromat in utah

    Day 60: maybe paradise is a laundromat in utah

    Zion, UT – 0mi, 0ft

    It’s 9:35pm. Charles and I are sitting in TABS laundromat in Hurricane, UT, listening to the hissing, humming, and squeaking of Speed Queen Commercial Washers. I recently returned from a 20 minute quest to acquire quarters spanning Pizza Hut, Ernie’s General Store, Taco Bell, Little Caesar’s, and Alfredos. Said quarters were ultimately acquired by knocking on the drive-thru window at Alfredo’s (a Mexican restaurant, obviously). We are running five loads of laundry simultaneously. We will not leave this laundromat until 11:27pm.

    hi charles!
    our new home

    Spokes has been full of experiences, like this one, that I can only describe as surreal. “What is going on? How did I get here? Why am I doing this?” Right now, as I write this blog, I am sitting on the porch of a general store in Nevada, in a town with a permanent population of 16. All I can hear are crickets and the occasional click-clack of Charles’ and Tian’s keyboards as they blog beside me. There are twinkling Christmas lights adorning a house across the street. It is August. It is 11:50 pm. I am once again waiting for the laundry.

    Like I said, surreal. But sorry, I got ahead of myself. Let’s get back to the day at hand.

    On Day 60, I woke up in a grain silo. I dilly-dallied my way through the morning, packed myself a pb+j, and joined the other Spokies in the minivan, squeezed between the sliding door and the folded, untethered middle seat. We drove to Hoodoo’s General Store, where Ishaq purchased $25 worth of snacks in exchange for free all-day parking. Ishaq generously shared his snacks with rest of the team. (We joked early on on in the trip that Spokes was like Groundhog Day and we each had some vice that we would need to overcome in order to escape. Ishaq’s was his poor sharing abilities. I’m happy to report he will be escaping Spokes when we reach SF.)

    At Hoodoo’s, we met up with our new friend from Bryce, Cameron. He was wearing a bright orange shirt and appeared far more prepared for this hike than most of us, with our drawstring bags and tennis shoes. Together, we caught the shuttle into Zion National Park. We unloaded half a mile later and walked through a maze of empty line lanes, which made me feel like I was at Busch Gardens, or the airport. We re-boarded a different shuttle and continued our journey towards Angels Landing. I passed the shuttle ride watching Ishaq and Tian play Star Realms and the rest of the team play naptime whack-a-mole.

    Finally, we arrived at our stop and found the trailhead. The trail began with a bridge crossing a very enticing looking stream. We resisted the urge to abandon our hiking plans and spend the entire day kicking our feet in the sun-dappled water. It was a hard choice. Propelled by the beautiful sights ahead of us, however, we began the climb up to Angels Landing. The first mile and a half of the hike consisted of very steep, narrow switchbacks. We took our time, stopping to rest at the few shaded areas we could find. We discussed how terrible biking either up OR down this trail would be. Ramona is the only one who stands any chance at all of surviving the bike down. The rest of us, Charles observed, would be biking the Devil’s Takeoff. No thank you. After many, many, MANY switchbacks, we made it to the ranger station at the entrance to the last mile of Angel’s Landing. Because this is such a popular hike, entrance to the trail is controlled by a lottery-ed permit system. We were lucky enough to get two permits, so the rangers gave us all the ok to complete the hike. After the ranger station, Angels Landing turns into an steep, adrenaline (and endorphin)-pumping scramble along the rocky ridge line of the canyon. I’d seen pictures of the hike totally swamped with people, so I was happily surprised that we passed few people along the way.

    We spread out across the ridge, each step demanding careful attention. Metal handles and chains attached across the rocks helped guide us as we ascended… up and up and up. It was a beautiful day. Blue skies, hot but breezy, a couple wispy clouds. Looking out across the red canyons, I couldn’t believe I was still on the same planet I’d been in just a couple days ago. I still don’t understand how it is possible to have lush, green areas like Zion in the midst of endless, desolate desert. The park was named Zion after the biblical place-name often used as a synonym for Jerusalem and embodying the idea of a place as “refuge” or “sanctuary”. If I was a Mormon pioneer discovering Zion1 in the late 1800s, I too would have thought I must have stumbled upon some sort of holy land.

    Once on the summit, we all sat together and ate our lunches staring out across Zion Canyon. Best pb+j view ever. We made friends with a concerningly friendly squirrel. He really wanted our sandwiches. Unfortunately for him, I wanted my sandwich more. We sat on the top of Angels Landing for what felt like forever but still somehow not long enough. We’ve seen so many beautiful sights on this trip, I sometimes fear I’m becoming less observant of the beauty around us. Not today.

    At some point, we left the top of Angel’s Landing and made our way back, all the way down to the river we saw on our way up. This time, at last, we took off our shoes and socks and waded in. Most of us found nice big rocks to sit on and chatted or sat in silence while water gushed around our legs. The sun hung lower in the sky than it had in the morning, and the light dancing on the water made it even prettier than before.

    As usual when we are gathered around a body of water, a couple of us started skipping rocks. This particular stream had lots of smooth, flat rocks conducive to elite-level skipping. Unfortunately, despite trying my hand with some objectively perfect rocks, my rock-skipping skills remained unimpressive. Fortunately, they were still better than Ruth’s. It’s a great quality of life that there are almost always people both worse and better than you at things. Nonetheless, my competitive spirit was fired up so I probably could have stayed there for hours, skipping rock after rock incredibly mediocre distances. Practice makes perfect progress, right?

    With a glance at my watch, however, I remembered that we remained in a very real predicament. After our decision yesterday to “save laundry for tomorrow”, the clock was ticking down before the laundromat closed and the entire team reached laundry-pocalypse. Several Spokies had already warned me that they had “no clothes left” after two days without laundry. It was time to leave the stream and head back out of the canyon.

    We reversed our morning commute to return to our host, Robin’s, house. I originally planned to buy post-hike gelato from the general store, but I was so excited for dinner at Robin’s house that I decided to save my appetite. The night before, our first night at Zion, Robin cooked us what is without a doubt the most delicious meal we’ve had this entire trip. She told us she would be cooking “casserole and salad”, which was intriguing but didn’t strike me as anything out of the ordinary. I was imagining some sort of cheesy rice dish and maybe a caesar salad. No. Robin cooked us no less than 6 separate dishes, all packed full of vegetables, flavor, and love. Chickpea, couscous, and feta salad. Eggplant and tomato with mozzarella and polenta. Beet and jicama salad. Black bean, corn, and pepper salad. Wild mushroom casserole. Mac and tuna. I might be forgetting one. My mouth is watering just thinking about it. It was insane. Anyway, Robin was cooking for us again tonight so we skipped gelato and headed straight back for dinner and to complete the rest of our tasks for the night.

    Now, the laundromat in Zion closed at 10. We got back to Robin’s place around 7, and dinner was ready at 7:30. We knew we’d be cutting it close, but we were so excited to eat that we decided to do laundry after dinner. In the meantime, there were several tents and camping mats that needed cleaning after our stretch of camping in Utah, so Charles and I passed the time before dinner cleaning and setting out to dry our camping equipment. In the meantime, Ruth and Ramona made sandwiches for everyone. (They’re the best!!)

    We finished up the tents with a little extra time to spare, so I cleaned my drivetrain and lubed my chain, both of which were long overdue. Before I knew it, dinner was ready!!!!!!!!!!!! (Yes, it deserves all those exclamation marks.) I told Ruth and Charles, who were accompanying the grocery and laundry trip, that we had 15 minutes to eat. Ruth easily accomplished this feat. I went back for seconds at minute 12 and barely cleared my plate. Charles got to minute 15 with an entire bowl of chili left to eat. I gave him a tupperware and told him to pack it for the road.

    Our laundry mission was becoming dire. With an hour and forty minutes until closing, we zipped out of Robin’s driveway and towards Zion Park Laundry. As we pulled into the parking lot, however, we found a very unwelcome site. Laundromat shuttered. Machines piled outside the building. The interior half ripped apart and empty. A sign on the window said “closed for the next month”:| The nearest laundromat still open was more than twenty miles away, in a town called Hurricane (but pronouned her-a-kun, according to our native Southwesterner, Sarah). This would have been an absolute disaster, except Ruth was already planning to drive to Hurricane to go grocery shopping at Walmart. We quickly made the decision to tag along with her.

    Thirty minutes and one beautiful sunset later, we pulled into a (fully functional!), somewhat antique laundromat. I haven’t spent much time in laundromats outside of Spokes2, but I think Ramona’s fascination with and love for them has rubbed off on me. In addition to the laundromat adventures I recounted at the very start of this blog, Charles and I supposedly worked on our blogs in the laundromat. I believe we wrote a combined total of about six sentences.3 Somehow, we completed all the laundry, folded all the dry clothes, and finished our blogs before Ruth finished grocery shopping. She arrived, however, bearing strawberries and chocolate, so we forgave her. Actually, the timing was quite perfect! We reunited, bid goodbye to our dear friend the laundromat, and once again hit the road. We pulled back into Robin’s driveway around midnight. I took a shower, Charles did some adulting to find an apartment, and Ruth finished making everyone sandwiches (real Spokes angel 🫶). Finally, I returned to the grain silo and went to sleep. As far as I know, I still haven’t turned into grain.

    1. Zion National Park was originally called Mukuntuweap, meaning “straight canyon” by the indigenous Paiute tribe ↩︎
    2. This might not be true, actually. I have many fond memories of ripsticking outside the laundromat on base in Sasebo. Maybe I just reignited an old spark? ↩︎
    3. This is actually quite impressive work for the two of us. Please comment your congratulations. ↩︎

  • day 58: running it back 🏜️

    day 58: running it back 🏜️

    Bryce Canyon, UT to Bryce Canyon, UT — 0 mi, 0 ft

    hello from the absolutely STUNNING bryce canyon, utah! sarah is back to tell you about our rest day adventures in this gorgeous park!!! 🧡

    after a well-deserved late wake-up for the previous day’s bikers in the campground (i drove the day before), we all began mingling over breakfast while deciding how the day was going to go. some really cool birds with mohawks also decided to join us. after munching on some berry granola then cinnamon toast crunch, we decided we would hit our hike in the afternoon, and spend the rest of the evening running our usual errands and doing other miscellaneous tasks.

    • cool birds 🦅
    • good morning from camp!

    as of the hike, after a bit of research on joseph’s end for something that would give us the best overall exposure to the park but wasn’t TOO excessive/strenuous, he decided on the navajo loop. after some scrolling through my camera roll and texts with my mom, i realized this was the exact same hike i did with my family when we visited bryce ourselves 10 YEARS AGO!!! 😮 a whole decade…crazy. thanks to my biking legs now, i was definitely a lot less prepared back then, but it was still HARD, due to its consistently steep grades towards the end. sticking to the childhood theme, we ended up talking about computer games, books, and other hobbies we participated in as kids.

    • besties!!!
    • off we go
    • wow.
    • tian keeping up the social media game
    • weee

    it’s so interesting to think about how i was coincidentally brought back to walk the exact same path i had walked 10 years ago. the millions of steps in between then and now tell so many stories: some expected, but many not at all. after all, life has its own unexpected turns and detours, steep climbs, rewarding descents, and monotonous (yet sometimes relaxing) flats in-between. even in the overlap between then and now, even though the path is the same, the traveler is very different—older, grown (at least more than before, and in many ways). her companions are, too, but all are—in their own ways—family. i wish i could go back and walk with her, tell her that things turn out NOT at ALL like she would have expected, but to be excited anyway. i wouldn’t have wanted it to happen any other way—the fight was well worth it, and the rewards sown even more so. maybe one day i will return, with even more stories to tell, even more growth achieved…💫

    • ramona chatting w/ a squirrel
    • hi joseph!
    • STUNNING!

    after a nostalgic, reminiscent ruck through the canyons, we eventually made it back to the trail connecting to the campgrounds and started thinking about lunch. actually, we had all started thinking about lunch about 2 miles ago, but now was the time to act. we walked past the camp restaurant and pizzeria, and after realizing the first was too expensive and the second would be too long of a wait, we eventually decided to make our way in a hunger-induced, feverish (and maybe slightly grumpy) haze back to the campground and scavenge our own food stores. while the others had some quick sandwiches and headed into town to run errands (buy groceries for dinner, do laundry, etc.), joseph and i, with nothing much to do, stuck around the campground to rest. we eventually made a box of annie’s mac and cheese with some of last night’s garlic bread on the side, and ate it in camping chairs on our amazon box of learning festival supplies. maybe a little scuffed, but definitely a top 5 spokes meal (definitely not influenced by my hours of RAGING hunger…) what can i say, i’m a sucker for pasta, bread, carbs in general…🥖

    we did our dishes, the town people finished their tasks and returned, and dinner was started. this was ramona’s first time cooking for the group, so we were all very excited to see what she was going to whip up. she had decided on a lovely dish dubbed “grandma’s soup,” which was a hearty mix of potatoes (her favorite vegetable), carrots, and cabbage in a warm, comforting broth. on the side was rosemary bread and chicken potstickers 🥟 which i DEFINITELY didn’t eat way more than my fair share of, straight out of the pan.

    • good soup 🍲
    • happy tian :))

    thoroughly relaxed, we hit the hay early to prepare to continue our utah adventure into the grandeur of zion national park the next day. 

    yeah, that’s DEFINITELY what happened…

    with love,

    “schmitty” 💗

  • Day 57: a nice day to Bryce

    Day 57: a nice day to Bryce

    Escalante, UT -> Bryce Canyon National Park, UT, 51.5 mi, 4290 ft

    This was in many regards a standard Spokes day. We took our time in the morning, rested well at rest stops, but somehow made it to the end before dark. So, without major events to recount, I will show you all the pictures I took this day.

    Starting off, headed out from Escalante with Ruth ❤ after saying bye to our lovely hosts and their dogs <3. My sealant fixed a puncture, but made a weird blob. We rode like this for a while.

    At some point people caught up to us and we peloton-ed our way up the first climb (out of two) to a viewpoint. The peloton was great for efficiency in the face of headwinds. It was a good time (at least for me, drafting behind :D) This stretch of the day also featured some nice signs. Unfortunately, saw no Elk, and the steep grades for us were downhill.

    Here are the views from the viewpoint, featuring weird rocks and some mountains in the distance. And here is Tian eating a sandwich? and Ishaq admiring the view.

    I tried to take some pictures of the info plates, in case someone is super curious, but the sun made my efforts difficult.

    The next reward (after the viewpoint) for climbing that climb was the downhill! Look at Ishaq speeding away! After zooming down, we met up with Ruth, Tian, Charles and Greta (I think….) and chatted for a bit. I think Charles was trying to bike with Ruth this day, a decision which he had mixed feelings about. The most important bit of the conversation centered around finding a measurement for people’s behinds. When biking we spend a lot of time with people’s butts in our sights, so it is a very relevant question to research. In the picture Ruth and Tian are discussing this question of metrics, comparing different options, like waist to butt ratio or height to butt ratio. (Spoilers, in the end Ruth implemented two of these in the evening, creating a Spokes buttocks ranking, which will not be published due to privacy policy. The chosen method of measurement also ended up receiving some criticism, so the study might need to be redone.) Anyways, back to the story.

    We made it to our next rest stop – a great, green, shaded lawn, where we had some food, and I took some paparazzi style pictures through the leaves. Tian’s one is my personal favourite. Notice me struggling to get the leaves out of her face. We layed on the lawn for a bit and Greta read us some horoscopes, which was quite entertaining. She had also made around 8 sandwiches that morning for herself and other Spokies. This is a strategy (I’m guessing introduced by Charles?), so that people don’t have to make a sandwich every single day.

    Getting to the next rest stop was pretty chill. Here’s Tian by some nice rocks. The middle one is a great image. Observe Ishaq cruising downhill in the least aero pose ever and Ruth (way more aero) struggling to keep up. Finally, there is Ruth entering civilization, where we would find our next and final rest stop for the day – a cafe. I did not take any pictures there, but people got some lattes, Ruth tried, but did not quite succeed at reading a book in German, and I was stressing over what to make for dinner tomorrow (since I am not driving, I am not usually in charge of picking a dinner, so I was having too many thoughts). The cafe had a cool ice machine OUTSIDE the cafe, which was interesting and very convenient for us.

    After the refreshments we were faced with our final climb – getting up to Bryce. We entered the National Park territory, Charles stopped to take a picture of the sign. (I did not stop to take a picture of Charles taking a picture.) There was a winding road leading us up, and while I was too busy climbing to take pictures (there is one singular photo), you have to trust me the views were great!

    Up there it was flat again and we made it onto a bike path that lead us to our campsite. Me, Ruth, Greta and Charles also stopped for some ice cream / milkshakes, but we all collectively forgot to take pictures. It was a great time though.

    After we made it to our campground and were setting up, we learned that there will be a fire ban, starting at midnight, so after showers and dinner (pasta with salad and Italian sausage, thanks, Sarah!), we sat by the fire and collectively did not do much. Contemplating life, being tired, doing an Instagram post, tidying up, watching a baseball game, listening to music. We were lost in thought, small under the night sky, brought together by the fire.

  • Day 55: Entering Dark Sky Zone

    Day 55: Entering Dark Sky Zone

    Today’s blog begins with Ishaq’s anecdote from the middle of the night. He woke up to what he thought was Tian’s (my) new, unlocked snoring pattern. He shone a light outside his tent and saw 3 raccoons on the tree next to him. Never in his life has he been so close to a raccoon. One raccoon stared deep into his soul. He felt seen in a way we, Spokies, have never seen him.

    I also had my nighttime adventures in my tent. For some reason, I kept falling in and out of sleep. Ramona was awakened in the middle of the night (out of character for her) by a nightmare featuring a realistic-looking snake. I don’t think I did much to comfort my tentmate.

    The piercing Utah sun awakened me from my slumber, and Ishaq immediately implored me to charge my phone. Although he didn’t know what today would hold, he believes that some Star Realm battles would be necessary, and there goes my emergency portable battery. I suppose entertaining ourselves can be considered an emergency. I walked over to my bike, intending to charge my bike computer, where I found my handlebar bag opened and the plastic cover ripped. Turns out, the snacks from my bike bag were not the only things ravaged by these stealthy raccoons. A half-eaten bagel in the grass was also the last remnant of our stolen bag of bagels. After Ramona returned from her walk, she told us about the ripped trash bag she had to clean up and the open cooler.

    After a demure morning of breakfast and indecision, we decided to let Sarah and Greta run their errands (laundry and dinner shopping) before we collectively go on a scenic drive. The rest of us camped in the visitor center of Capitol Reef National Park to get some stuff done with their WiFi. I hid in the movie room with a film of Fruita showing every 30 minutes. The rest of the Spokies spread out across the visitor center. There wasn’t really a good place to work. The center should seriously consider renovating to accommodate work-starved bikers. I had many emails to send, so I was typing away at my laptop. Planning for a cross-country trip never stops.

    After 3 hours of running errands, our troopers finally returned. We were momentarily distracted by the Which Spokie are you? quiz. Inspired by Spokes 2024, Charles was trying to create a bigger and better version of the quiz. Only in the late afternoon did we actually set out on the scenic drive. Unfortunately, Capitol Reef welcomed a tough crowd. While I loved the scenery, not everyone was satisfied with rock after rock. Ishaq chose to sleep during the drive. Greta regretted not buying a geology book to learn more about Utah’s rocks. Everyone was wiped out by the end of the drive, but I got some cool solo pictures.

    Greta volunteered to be the head chef for tonight’s dinner. Ramona, Ruth, and I helped prepare dinner while everyone else went off on side quests. Cutting vegetables at the campsite was so serene, in part because some key players were missing. I could be cutting vegetables with the girlies forever.

    When the rest of the crew returned, Charles and Ishaq proclaimed, “We were robbed”. The national park grocery prices were no joke. Greta related to their dismay. She made a fire bean salad for dinner, but ran out of steam when it came to the potato salad. Thankfully, Ruth and Charles came to the rescue(?) and cooked up some delicious(?) concoctions.

    We rushed towards a sunset trail point to do some last-minute hiking, and didn’t even manage to see the sunset. At least the stars were nice. The night was surreal. I thought I was trapped in a dream or memory. I couldn’t remember if I had ever seen so many stars in my life. The stars wrapped around the night sky much like a planetarium. Stars were lining the horizon, too. I suddenly recalled a play I watched in San Francisco where two characters were lying down on the roof of their car while watching the night sky. I didn’t understand the allure two years ago, but lying on the too dirty ground, I finally understood that scene. The wonder of the night sky and the people that you choose to share that moment with are special. To live is to experience, and there is much more to come.

  • Day 54: we might be on mars

    Day 54: we might be on mars

    Green River State Park, UT to Capitol Reef National Park, UT — 94.4 mi, 4,440 ft

    Ishaq is driving today, which means his strategy for waking people up is to yap loudly until we get too annoyed to stay in our tents. He’s been in his blasting Alvin and the Chipmunks out the speaker era, so I pop my AirPods in and start packing up.

    Today is a slow morning. Tian’s missing a glove, so she goes back to the nearby laundromat to hunt for it. She finds her glove in the washer, which is totally not my fault since I totally was not in charge of laundry yesterday (I’m sorry). Meanwhile, Ishaq is complaining about the breakfast dishes not being clean and Sarah and Joseph’s tent not being taken down, then promptly starts dancing around. Ramona, the kindest soul, takes dishes into her own hands, while I take the tent down, which guilts Sarah into also helping take her tent down. Joseph is nowhere to be found.

    Ramona and I finally leave once I assure her that she has contributed enough for the morning, and we embark on our 94 mile day. The beginning is uneventful, and we skip the first rest stop because Ishaq is slow. We continue biking, at some point passing a slightly concerning sign:

    I decide to play a fun game with Ramona to make her stop asking me questions about credit cards: make her guess how far a geological structure is. I point out a massive pile of rocks in the distance and she guesses 6 miles. I mock what I think is a ridiculously small distance, so she modifies it to 3-30 miles, earning my agreement. After a couple miles, we turn right, and the rocks are still very much in the distance. I guess we’ll never know how far they really are 🤷‍♀

    At the completely barren rest stop 2, I declare I’m going to pee in front of the car to shelter myself from potential highway peepers. After some debate (i.e. Charles loudly stating that he doesn’t want my pee to flow anywhere he’d have the slightest chance of seeing and/or stepping on it), I find the least sad bush around to cover me. Ramona later pees in the exact same spot, then proceeds to ask Charles questions about credit cards.

    The day is long, and though all 10 of our climbs are very demure, it’s hot out and therefore easy for us to get dehydrated. We are also almost out of individual electrolytes. Luckily, we were gifted big packets of fruit punch electrolytes early on the trip, and the gallon batches have been carrying me for the past few days. I began to ponder: what percentage electrolyte am I? So, I did the math:

    Charles and Greta + Sarah and Joseph catch up to us, and we do a rare 6 person bike ride (Tian is very far ahead of us, per usual). We debate about who would win a Spokes hunger games. Initially we decide that no one could kill Ramona because she’s Ramona, and ramona couldn’t kill anyone because she’s Ramona, so we introduce the caveat that everyone is definitely bloodthirsty. We still think Ramona would win because she’s basically Katniss (she did archery in middle school!!). Sarah would definitely die first while running to the cornucopia. Tian would win the hearts of the sponsors and silently kill people with her secret supplies. Ishaq would hide with his iPad and a sprite. Charles might make it far but would definitely forget some essential part of a not-so-very thought out attack plan. Greta is fast and would outrun all the crazy animals being released. She would also probably kill a lot of people. Joseph without sponsored tools is screwed, but Joseph with sponsored tools may be lethal. Apparently I would build a mightily fortified treehouse and hide there until falling victim to something or someone that causes me to die tragically in Ramona’s arms. All in all, an entertaining discussion.

    I decide to induct Charles and Greta in the “how far is that geological structure” game. Charles guesses 20 miles, Ramona jokes 2 miles, and Greta unironically guesses 2.5 miles. I smartly avoid giving a number to avoid the unavoidable clowning of a terrible guess, which Charles received when we discover the rocks are a mere 3.5 miles away.

    • nothing. for miles.
    • the rocks that were actually 3.5 miles away
    • pretty sky
    • we made it!!!
    • ooo striped rock
    • RAMO

    At the next rest stop at Bull’s market, we run into a fellow cross-country biker. He’s doing a solo self-supported trip from Denver to someplace near the Pacific, so his struggles are both similar and very different from ours. Our mouths were agape as he talked about camping on the side of the highway and biking starting at 3am. We could never.

    After the next rest stop, Ramona and I separate from the rest of the group again and talk about our family. I discover that her dad has a slightly different last name due to gendered Latvian nouns, and she discovers that my middle name is my dad’s first name. Her uncle and his dad and his dad all have the same name (Arnolds Treimanis, if you were curious). I don’t tell her this, but there are actually 3 Ruth’s in my slightly extended family.

    Since today is such a long day, we’re planning on eating out using money that Spokes 2019 graciously gave us. At the next rest stop, we’re informed that the restaurant closes at 9pm. It’s 6:30 and we have 10 miles left. Ishaq pushes me away from the car, literally, and Ramona and I lock in for the final stretch. I’ve gotta say, seeing the Capitol Reef sign after 90+ miles was such almost euphoric.

    We enter the campgrounds and the first thing I notice is deer! There are so many deer! Deer here and deer there, deer deer everywhere.

    After delighting over the deer, Ramona and I head to the car, where Ishaq and Tian have already put all our tents up—u da best. We’re informed that there are no showers. NO. SHOWERS. I’m stinky and sweaty, so Ramona and I head to the bathrooms and wash ourselves in the sink. A lot more effective than I expected. Once everyone arrives, we squish in the car with 5 other stinky bikers and head to the Mexican restaurant. The roof rack is empty and is flapping insanely in the wind, so we take it down as soon as we get there.

    gettin jiggy wit it

    The restaurant was tons of fun. We have $25 to spent per person, which is enough for me to get a drink, dinner, and dessert. Sarah and I bond over our delicious horchatas. Thank you, Spokes 2019!

    • horchata
    • HORCHATA!!!
    • socks & sandals?!?
    • shame her
    • greta’s dirty nails
    • my fish and shrimp tacos

    We leave at 9:30, meaning the restaurant should’ve kicked us out half an hour ago. We go to the grocery store to buy some ice, leave, realize we forgot firewood, drive back to the grocery store, and buy firewood (we’re not locked in). I’m extremely hyper at this point for no apparent reason, but I can already tell I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight.

    When we arrive back at the campground, the car starts beeping. More like shrieking. I’m pretty sure we woke everyone up. It stopped just as suddenly as it started, and we discretely continue driving to our area, hoping no one noticed.

    We start prepping for bed when I discover a missing tent. I ask tian if she pitched all four tents and she says yes. If it’s gone, it’s gone. I sulk away, fairly certain I’ll have to sleep in the car. But alas, what’s that in the distance? A couple feet away, hiding in some tall grass, is a single tent, suspiciously isolated. Charles walks over, circles it, seems satisfied, then carries it back to our area. He seems to think the wind took it away, but I’m pretty sure it was the deer.

    To wrap up the night, we sit around a campfire and contemplate life.

    Ramona: Are we on Earth or Mars?
    Charles: You know, it’s a cosmic coincidence that the sun and moon are same size—they’re different on other planets
    Ishaq: The side of the moon we see is always the same
    Ruth: 🎵the dark side of… the mooooon🎵
    Ramona: Do you think the stars look the same from Mars as they do from Earth?
    Greta and Ruth: No
    Everyone else: Yes
    Charles: The moon is proof we’re on Earth

    Right at our peak philosophical moment, we hear scurrying. We whip our heads and shine a bright light on a guilty looking raccoon with a bag of bagels in its mouth. Our bagels. The raccoon stole our bagels. We might be hallucinating, so maybe it’s time to sleep. The festivities conclude, our fire dwindles, and we bid each other farewell until morn.

    I’m unfortunately wide awake, so Charles and I end the night with our trusted camping card game, gin rummy, which I promptly lose so badly that he spares adding the loss to our ongoing record. I’m still not tired, but I let Charles sleep because I’m kind like that. I sit with my thoughts, which include wondering if we’ll all be stinky tomorrow, as well as debating whether the shuffling sound outside the tent was raccoons foraging through our belongings. I ultimately decide that, yes, we will all smell bad, and yes, those are raccoons. Too lazy to shoo them away, I finally drift to sleep.

  • Day 53: Mother of All Bicycles

    Day 53: Mother of All Bicycles

    Moab, UT -> Green River, UT — 56.8mi, 1900ft

    It’s that time of the week again, its Joseph’s blogging day! But it’s also my driving day, woot woot. This morning, we would finally leave the Schmitt’s, who pretty much enabled us to go full vacation mode while in Moab. It would be back to reality for us. The thing was, the people weren’t ready. In fact, the spokies were very disorganized today and locked out. As people were leaving, Charles remembered that he shipped his cycling shoes to Moab, then spent half an hour finding if they were shipped to the Airbnb we stayed at. Simultaneously, everyone decided last minute to go to a cafe in Moab before the first rest stop, but Ramona never got the message. I too pulled up to the cafe, partially to hang out but also because I was ravenous from a smaller than usual breakfast. I got myself a fire sandwich.

    Sarah’s mom recording the Spokies’ departure
    eating said fire sandwich
    inside Moab Garage Co.

    After Charles eventually realized his cycling shoes weren’t delivered, he too started heading towards the cafe. Hearing this news, I also remembered that Ramona was nearly at the first rest stop and I still needed to get groceries before I left Moab. You see, Moab is a bit of an oasis in the desolation of southwest Utah. Green River, our destination for the day, was a lot smaller and I suspected there wouldn’t be as much variety in groceries. I rushed to the grocery store to buy ingredients for today’s dinner, a gnocchi and rigatoni soup, as Ishaq went off on his own sidequest: buying new Specialized tires. Ishaq’s tires may have been slightly leaky, but it wasn’t enough to warrant getting new tires. This was entirely a luxury purchase (Ishaq paid for it himself of course). Ishaq delivered me his new tires as I was walking out of the grocery store. I then rushed over to the first rest stop, where I was sure people were already waiting. Ramona had long since passed the first rest stop after refilling her water and I figured she was going to get to the second rest stop before me. The big issue here is that our last two rest stops were in the middle of nowhere on the side of the road, meaning that the bikers wouldn’t be able go self supported. This meant that I really had to be able to support the bikers and be there, especially in the heat. This is the start of my driver struggles. I get to the first rest stop, a gas station, where everyone but Ishaq is waiting for me. I get them all sorted, then wait for Ishaq to eventually show up. While he was getting himself sorted for the next stretch, I went to fill up on gas and realized that gas was pretty darn expensive out here, so I only put in like 5 gallons. It’s enough to get me to Green River.

    bike path out of Moab

    After Ishaq left, I rushed to meet Ramona at the second rest stop, passing the bikers along the way. They seemed to be struggling a bit. This road was heavily trafficked, high speed, and there was almost no shoulder. This is probably the worst possible combination of conditions for a biker, and I was a bit worried for them. Charles was stopped on the side of the road, seemingly to take a breather from the stressful biking. I eventually make it to the second rest stop, but then realize that making a sharp left turn on this single lane highway with cars going 80 was going to be impossible. I pass the stop and pull off a bit later. I prepare to make a very scary u-turn. It’s like making a U-turn on an interstate, but you can’t even see the cars coming until half a mile away. I manage not to die and finally meet Ramona, who had been waiting for around 15 minutes. This is where everything goes wrong. Ramona’s back derailleur cable had snapped, leaving her unable to shift gears. This wasn’t something we could fix ourselves, so Ramona’s bike would have to get to a shop. This was very inconvenient. There were no bike shops in Green River and tomorrow was not a rest day, but a long cycling day through a desolate part of Utah, meaning that driving a long distance for a bike repair was not an option. Our only two options were to either have Ramona be a passenger princess until we reached Escalante three days later or to speed back to Moab, where bike shops were abundant. We decided to speed back to Moab. As we were preparing to drive back, some of the bikers arrived and I was able to serve them, but for those who were further behind, I left them a care package of waters and food that I would later pick up. The plan was to drop Ramona off in Moab, drive the 40 miles back to rest stop 3, then drive back to Moab to pick Ramona up, then drive all the way to Green River to set up camp. This was going to be complicated and very annoying for me, the driver. But alas, this is part of the job.

    Ramonaa loading her broken bike onto the car
    care package shaded under a bush

    I drive back to Moab and drop Ramona off, then prepare to make the drive back. This is when I receive a text that the bikers had found a wacky alien themed gas station/convenience store, where they were able to fill up on water. I ask if everyone’s good with me staying in Moab, as this would make the day a lot easier logistically. I do worry about Greta, as she chose to take a stint on a dirt road to avoid the scary highway and she wouldn’t pass by the ufo store. This meant doing 30 or so miles in the Utah heat self supported. She said that she was fine with it, so I decided to stay. I go back into the bike shop and see Ramona intently watching the mechanic do his thing. She really likes this mechanic, he’s very down to earth and knows what he’s talking about. I go to the food truck park that we had stopped at two days ago and grab myself a fire quesadilla. I’m just able to finish my quesadilla when Ramona finally comes out with her fixed bike.

    • waiting for Ramona as I munch on a bean and cheese quesadilla
    • ufo gas station
    • lets split up and search for clues!
    • kachow
    • snazzy tian
    • a comrade’s beverage of choice
    • commie Charles!?!?

    We rush out of Moab, hoping to catch the bikers before they reach the third rest stop, but then realize it’s a pointless effort and change course straight to the campground. We arrive and see half of the cyclists sitting around, waiting for us. We set up camp relatively quickly and laze around for a bit. We actually have electricity and good signal for once, which is a nice change from most of our camping. Some people go for a dip in the Green River and I eventually start to set up dinner. Ruth goes to a laundromat and I cook up a feast. There’s not much else to report for the night, it was pretty calm following a bit of a hectic day. I got good sleep, rare for camping nights. See you next time, where we ascend into Zion’s backcountry!

    • The Green River
    • eppy Tian
    • the people are ravenous
  • Day 52: candyland?? canyonlands!

    Day 52: candyland?? canyonlands!

    “Greta, do you fear being 3 blogs behind?” Tian asked me this the last time I was two, almost three, blogs behind.

    Yes. Yes I am.

    Unfortunately, today officially marks my descent into “three blogs behind” territory. BUT I am determined it will also be my last day on the dark playground of blog procrastination. I have to start somewhere, so I’m starting with today. Day 44 and…uh…Day 36…. will be coming shortly. My deepest apologies to all our devoted readers.

    I woke up early this morning to finish up the last of my interviews for MITEC Hack Director positions. My first alarm went off at 6:30, at which point I was still planning to sleep for another 15-20 minutes. Ishaq, however, HATES hearing alarms. So, instead of letting me enjoy my morning snooze in peace, he engaged in a terror campaign to force me out of bed before my next alarm went off.

    My wakeups are very important to me, and this nearly set my day off on the completely wrong course. To reset the karmic balance, I pulled on my lucky socks and took a long swig of water. Water solves everything.

    Properly hydrated, I hopped on my computer and got to it. It’s my first time being on the other side of an interview process, and I’ve found it very eye-opening. Luckily, everyone I have talked to has been amazing! Starting to coordinate a major event while on the road has been stressful, but I can’t wait to get back to campus and get the planning into full swing.

    I was considering going for a run after my calls, but I got hit by an overwhelming wave of hunger, so I decided to eat breakfast instead. I spent the first six weeks of this trip curating a perfectly linear running graph on my Strava progress tab, but I finally gave up this week. Turns out running 20 miles in a week on top of biking through the desert isn’t the most appealing activity. I’ve run 5. Oops.

    On the upside, I ate a lovely breakfast (my go-to: greek yogurt, fresh fruit, and granola with a lavishly buttered cinnamon raisin bagel on the side) and appreciated a rare moment of solitude on the condo balcony. After enjoying such a peaceful morning, I took it upon myself to destroy everyone else’s peace. “Rise and shine!” I tried my best to offer my sleeping Spokie friends a warm welcome to the waking world, but I fear it was not particularly well received. Alas.

    Eventually, the rest of the team rubbed their groggy eyes and pulled their aching limbs out of bed. Sarah’s mom, Jennifer, has been cooking us incredible food all weekend. This morning, she prepared a lox bagel bar, complete with capers, red onions, and smoked salmon. While eating, we started a jam on Spotify which I curated impeccably until Ishaq joined and decided to completely destroy the vibes. Notable additions to the queue include Funkytown and Bad Day by Alvin and the Chipmunks. I absolutely did not sing along…

    • lox bar!
    • teddy bear ishaq
    • ruth-in-a-box

    Luckily, Ishaq’s terrible music choices succeeded in propelling us all out the door and onto our excursion for the day: a hike in Canyonlands! Before Spokes, I considered myself a pretty bad driver. I probably still am one, but I’ve found I actually really like driving the minivan to and from our rest day excursions. Ruth, Charles, and Ishaq joined me in the van and we spent the hour and a half ride scheming for Charles’ next blog: a “Which Spokie are You?” quiz. We generated lots of question and answer ideas, many that will (and some that will not), be included in the quiz. Keep an eye out. 👀

    We arrived to the trailhead right at noon, which everyone knows is the perfect time to start a hike. Especially in July. Especially in Utah. Before leaving the house, Joseph, our most experienced hike, implored us all to bring LOTS of water. Don’t tell him I said this, but we were all grateful we listened to his advice. It was HOT out there.

    We all like to think we’ve gotten in pretty good shape biking across the country, but our hikes the past two days have given us some serious doubts. How is “just walking” possibly so exhausting?! Besides getting slightly humbled physically, the hike was incredible. The hike was a six mile out-and-back weaving in and out of towering rock structures to get to a viewpoint of “The Needles”. At the viewpoint we could see not only “The Needles”, a set of towering sandstone spires, but also hazy blue mountains and dark red plateaus–all from just one spot. I only wish I knew anything at all about Utah’s geology. Unfortunately, our collective knowledge amounts to “some sort of erosion probably caused this”.

    • star of the show
    • okkkk model
    • awww
    • hydrate or diedrate
    • #pickydrinker

    The other nice thing about hikes is that we get lots of time to talk! (You know we’re normally pretty short on that…) Actually, we’re getting to the point where it seems like we should be running out of things to talk about, but we never quite get there. Today, we spent a good amount of time discussing each other’s Hogwarts houses: (Joseph/Ravenclaw, Tian/Slytherin, Charles/Hufflepuff, Ramona/Ravenclaw, Ishaq/Slytherin, Ruth/Hufflepuff, Sarah/Hufflepuff, Greta/Gryffindor) We accused many team members of being “funny weird” rather than “funny haha”. And we (rather unsuccesfully) played Guess The Tune. I was also (somewhat succesfully) gaslit into believing octopi aren’t born with all eight legs. Tough.

    I knew I’d probably fall asleep when I got back in the car after hiking, so I asked Charles to take over driving for a bit. Sure enough, I curled up in the back and took an epic car nap. I woke up feeling quite refreshed (and Charles was looking… not quite alert) so I switched back to the driver’s seat and gave Charles a chance to rest as well. He later reassured me that “we were never in any real danger…”

    • sleepy time
    • more sleepy time
    • hi cricket!
    • yummy leftovers

    Back at the condo, we dispersed to work on our respective tasks. I blogged, Charles and Tian took a quick trip to the grocery store, Ishaq bonded with Sarah’s dad, Mike, over music. Jennifer cooked us another mouthwatering dinner of mango orzo salad and flank steak with chimmichuri sauce. We were all quiet around the table for at least five minutes, the surest sign of a good meal. Thank you so much Jennifer!!

    Since we hadn’t gotten enough heat during the day, after dinner, we all went across the street to hit the jacuzzi. Little did we know, the pool also had our favorite game–cornhole! For some reason, Charles wanted to play against Ruth and I again after his complete and utter humiliation at Vail. Joseph had already left, so Ruth and I teed up against Charles and Ishaq. Let’s just say… Charles can’t claim Joseph is the weak link. Final score: 21-3.

    Charles and Ishaq nursed their wounded pride over smores and we all finally headed back up to the condo just before 11. I think I heard somewhere “late to bed, late to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise”. What a nice quote.

    Clock ticking towards 12, we showered off and started our preparations for the next morning. Slowly, like usual, with plenty of time for giggling.

    “I’m just high on friendship,” I heard Ishaq say from across the room. “Awww that’s so sweet,” I said. “Shut up, dude,” he closed the bathroom door.

    Shutting up (for now),

    Greta