Flights were on time and I always saw my bike get loaded on the plane…relief.

Many people told me to look up friends or relatives they knew on the tour. Within the first hour of arriving on the campus of the University of Washington—I think I met them all. This is a beautiful place to start a ride. Well, any place is a great place to start a ride.

Putting my bike together went fine. As I was gathering my case & tools together, Rick Gritters , from Pella, pumped my tires. Others are so willing to lend a hand.

Sunday morning I was awake at 6:00 central time—that’s 4:00 pacific time—and couldn’t get back to sleep. I’m used to waking early to go ride but this was a bit earlier than I wanted to get up. It was 6:00 here & I couldn’t believe how many people were up and about.

8:00 worship with the biking group and busy since then—they are not wasting our time here. Meals at this time, trailer open between these hours, bike safety classes here & now. They have done a great job planning this ride.

This evening we had a “Celebration” service hosted by some of the local CRC & RCA churches. The service tonight was on love–we’ll be following the fruits of the Spirit as we journey on. I’m not much of a crier but I did tear up a few times.

I ran into the Klungel family here. (I used to cut hair for some of their daughters while they were at Dordt.) I love making these connections.

Problems…Some people were on their flight from Toronto & as they were taxiing down the runway they saw their bike boxes on the tarmac in the drizzle—had to be a sick feeling. Ten other bikes didn’t make it on time from Vancouver—four are still trying to be recovered. It sounds like Air Canada’s planes that fly into Seattle aren’t large enough to handle the bikes so they first went to San Fransisco.

Word came in that all the bikes are in & put together…sleep easy.