Fijis Across America 2010

If you lack knowledge, go to school. If you lack wisdom, get on your knees.

-Vance Havner

I had a wonderful night’s rest on a comfy leather couch within the Lunceford’s main living room and the past night’s conversation with Chaz and Jordan will be one in which I will never forget. It was definitely a blessing and I feel delighted to be around such men of high integrity. The morning was a bit slow for me, but after consuming some type of breakfast dish (don’t quite remember the details on it) we all drove back to the Berea city park where we concluded the mileage the day before. This time on our ride Kristi Lunceford, mother of fraternity brother Malcolm Lunceford, had the opportunity to ride with us for the first 15 miles outside the city. All I’m going to say is she is a beast. The terrain proved itself extremely testy with one major 8% climb before arriving in Bighill and Kristi tackled it with all her might after not being on the bike for some considerable amount of time. Pausing in the town of Sandgap we knew the Appalachian Mountains were fast approaching.  After some comical text messaging from the Burb to Chaz (btw the Maya calendar did end lol ) Kristi headed back home, but we were still left on our eastward journey.

And that eastward journey seemed rugged and unrelenting.  Today was probably one of the hardest days since departing from rest in Elizabethtown 3 days ago. The hills, or if u want to deem them mountains, seemed to drain every last ounce of energy within my legs. However, at our lunch break it was a cool treat to consume an Oreo blizzard in celebration of the 25th birthday of the blizzard. 

After a renewed sense of vigor, we left the DQ and headed over many more hills and hollers through the small towns of Vincent, Booneville, and Morris Fork. I know this is random but without giving away too much information and tainting our record …It was very comical to see Cameron stealing dip. Within 15 miles of completing the days leg we were met by Scott, Jack Haga (Wade’s father and grandfather), and Bud Ball (Wade’s grandfather on the other side) who gave us much encouragement before our destination in Buckhorn.

The best part about Buckhorn was not only staying in the only wooden church in town, but having one amazing, scrumptious (you can place any adjective here describing foood) supper along with Wade’s family. On the menu was spaghetti, bread, salad, Arnold Palmer drink (Combo between lemonade and ice tea), and HOMEMADE ice cream. My lips are salivating right now thinking back on that meal. Their sign,made by Wade’s family, didn’t lie as we entered the church earlier that read “Hungry Biker’s Welcome”. The stories, the food, and just the love displayed by Wade’s family was one in which I will never forget. Thank you so much for making my day that much better!