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I rode down the avenues of Salt Lake City to my “F” Street destination. Large stately mansions lined the streets on the way. Just a mile from the Convention Center, this hostel would be a great location for my week
As I passed along the Oregon Trail, where you can still see covered wagon tracks in some places, I had the sensation of what it might have felt like to journey across country in that manner. The speed was slow.
It was gratifying beyond measure for this long time crusader to see kids and their middle aged parents gathered together in the park on a rainy day chanting: “No more coal, no more oil, keep the carbon in the soil!”
Today I’ve had a minute to write a couple of my experiences. Sunday 9/8/19 Haines, Oregon I drifted into the tiny town of Haines, Oregon, found a picnic table in a parking lot next to the Frontier Saloon, chained my
Sunride attended Salt Lake’s Climate Strike, part of strikes held around the word and inspired by a 16 year old student from Sweden. Our children are the ones who will suffer the consequences from our primitive use of fossil fuel
I’ve just arrived to my ultimate destination for this leg of my journey – Salt Lake City, UT!
Today I met Boyd the potato farmer, a nice, well-spoken man who was inquiring about my bike and interested in solar energy in general. “I spend $1600 per month on electricity, mostly on irrigation pumps, I’d probably have to cover