Music/Bike Tour complete- Exploration Continue

Hold on to that Dream live at the HandleBar, Greenville S.C.

2009-12-04T09:25:00.000-08:00

This is where my grandmother's house used to be

2009-11-25T10:55:00.000-08:00

all these new posts, I left out the afternoon I went back to where the Dolgeville house stood for the first time.
I finally uploaded a new song on my myspace page, called "hold on to that dream" it's live from Caffe Lena's.

back to New York, the mountains

2009-11-25T10:11:00.001-08:00

So for the next 1,000 miles, we consistently over heated starting every 100 miles and gradually decreasing mileage until we only made it six miles and smoke was pouring out. Somehow through this we stopped and had a pitcher of Dos xx and a large plate of veggie nachos. Ok, back on the road. At some point toward the end we threw in the liquid copper sealing junk to roll us into home stretch. Somehow we made it to Upstate New York where I grew up and my family still resides. With the car still breaking down I borrowed my friend Jen’s V10 monster truck to go to my Albany interview with clear channel radio station pix 106, waking up with the wolf. For starters we had taken the last bit of all funds to purchase the radiator (not yet installed) for pour Otis, so needless to say we had like 10 bucks for this gas guzzler, which after taking more than 3 wrong turns seemed to be insufficient. Yikes we are going to run out of gas an I don’t where the station is and we are late and it’s a clear channel interview!! Driving like a maniac, I was shocked it didn’t happen sooner, and I heard the sirens and saw the light. Ok don’t panic, it’s been years since I’ve been pulled over. Shaking as the officer approached I could not find the registration anywhere; he took my license and wrote me a ticket with in 5 minutes. Then I saw the registration right on my visor. At least he was quick about. Unfortunately for him once we got on the air and I told them about our morning, Lovey insisted on saying his name on air. The entire experience was bizarre, going into the clear channel building, meeting the security folks, going in late and breaking a string before even getting on, and then the interview itself. I'm still trying to figure out how to stream this one.
The next day we finally put that radiator in, it can’t be that hard right? Pretty much went in with out a hitch. The following day was a gig at the waterhole in Saranac Lake! I love that place, it’s always a huge local party. This town was voted best small town in New York State. It’s smack dab in the heart of the high peaks in the Adirondack Park. It was an incredible “happy hour” where we actually played for like 5 hours or something because we love it there so much. And these people are hard-core Northerners, with some outrageous stories to share. In fact, that night there was a going away party for a couple that was selling everything they owned and heading to South America to travel around by back pack. Thank you Waterhole!

At the end of the night we decided to take Brandon

up on his offer to host us. His house was full of treasures. There was an exchange of gifts and we rested a few hours and left early. He made a very special dream catcher which made it to our car dash special things display, and has been bringing me great dreams ever since.
The ride back through the ADKs was full. The rain poured and the clouds were low and visible

So in the midst of all the fun and excitement
We were also in the studio all week, "Casey, how we gonna have time for practice?"

The next day was our big show at Caffe Lena, voted best small venue in North America twice!! Lots of video and audio from that night that we will be sharing.

My time with my family was amazing. I hadn’t seen my brother
since last year in Los Angeles, and my nephew has made leaps and bounds since the few months that I had not been with him. My little brother is now taller than me. Ah!! So many changes. This is almost too much to write about. My nephew loves the violin, he was searching through all the music cases to find his favorite instrument, just in time for his first lesson.

do we have enough water to keep this think goin

So I’ll cut this short by ending with a little preview of our special collection of dash board items: The Dream Catcher made by Brandon out of items he found in while exploring in the woods, a mini pumpkin that some how made It in our things after the waterhole gig, a bicycle eye-ball bell from the Bike Bash, a turtle made out of sticks that Casey made and we can’t remember when or where (blue berry patch?), A piece of birch bark from a park in the middle of the ADKs with a waterfall, a little tiny wine glass decanter hand blown, a hand blown glass turtle, sweet grass from Brandon, a lucky black pepper(that was once green) from my garden, a purple slice of precious rock buried from my moms junk room, and the remnants of leaves from 9 corner lake.
But wait, I can't fit everything back in this car? Where is my peanut butter?
paying attention

10 miles outside of my family’s house we overheated again, but that was it until a rest stop in Tennessee welcome center. I woke up and Casey was inside and came out and the car wouldn’t start. So, we experienced our 6th vacation spot in the lobby. It was full of beautifully covered knotty pine even and a fire place. We thought of all the ideas we could until we realized we needed some sleep. Back to the car, buried in sleeping bags and blankets we slept until light.
"Casey how we gonna get back, working for change?"

Then I just said, “the car is gonna start” and asked this kind lovable young couple for a jump, and she started right up. We made it all the way to Asheville and I brought the battery in to check it. Using the brushed I cleaned up the terminals and threw it back in. she started right up on her own!! Guess all that spattering of engine coolant can really get all over the inner parts of Otis. On our very last stop before home we went into the grocery. When we went to get back in the car the key twisted up like a ball of tin foil. What just happened? It’s a good thing Casey’s been using pliers to tune his mandolin because his key’s broke, and that he had them in his back pocket, because we used them to pound out the key back to its semi-original form and it worked!
How did we make it back again to red clay hill? Miracle after miracle.

Tampa and beyond

2009-10-16T09:55:00.000-07:00

On the way we slept for 1 hour in a massage school parking lot on the pavement. Just had to stretch out a little for a few minutes. Going into Tampa Casey was a little familiar with the territory, which made it easier for me to focus on the next performance, WMNF. We had just about the right time to get there with out any stops. Pulling into the parking lot I took a few long breaths and realized I was a few minutes early, and as always, everything will be fine. Luckily Casey helped me get in there and gather myself before the interview, and then he proceeded to go back to parking lot in the car and listen from the radio.

Alan Snell met me there to reunite and bring along a few fellow bikers. He got on air with me and helped discuss the Bike bash on the bay the following day (what I had originally come down to Florida to participate in) I met Alan outside of the Dundee library (FL.) at the beginning of the Music Bike tour. I was going there to pick up a pannier that a friend sent to me in hopes to get more weight on the bike itself. I got a flat tire that day, and Alan helped me repair it. After that we road together a little way. It was great to meet another excited cycling enthusiast that also likes to help bring communities together. He was really was the back bone behind organizing the fun and fabulous Bike Bash the following day.

Anyway, the interview and on-air performance went very well. I was a little nervous about not sleeping but once I started talking to Ed Lehmann I instantly felt at ease. He was a very easy going man with a peaceful disposition, not at all typical in radio broadcasting. He was very fluid and kind, and I look forward to going back to visit. His band was also going to be performing at the festival the next day also.

After it was over I went out to the car and poked Casey a few times, he was still breathing fine. Let’s go to the beach! So we went to Indian - beach and soaked up major rays. Dozing in and out and listening to the mild waves of the Bay we stayed for a while. As afternoon turned into evening we decided we really needed some solid sleep, and maybe to clean up a bit for the festival the next day. So, for my first time since getting sponsored in Providence Road Island, we got a hotel. Outside by the pool when the Spanish boys heard Casey playing the mandolin they wanted to sing and play and put on a show, so I brought out my guitar and there was more music! In the morning I woke up very early to start stocking away calories for getting back on the road. The folks at the hotel soon realized they shouldn’t have offered me the discount after my never ending continental breakfast (you should have seen it on the bike tour : ))

Arriving in St. Pete we pulled into the festival in a non-existing parking spot, so I could get myself ready to go on. Casey was mingling about the crowd and enjoying the festivities. As I started my first set I felt some amazing people listening. The sun grew hotter and I stood on my handkerchief for a bit. Then there was a break, and another set. That’s when they so kindly brought their tent over to shade me: )
To the right of where I was performing I felt a very strong presence appear. After the set was over I met Laura, a beautiful angelic woman of strong communicative presence and genuine expression. She was ecstatic about the music and got a CD while giving us some great tid bits about the area. That after noon we went down town took a seat in a dark cool dingy bar. It felt good, on my sun burnt skin to be in the dank atmosphere. Later on we decided to take Laura’s advice and check out the blue berry patch.
Let’s go back to Casey’s side of the story:
After along hot day at the BIKE BASH we decided to hangout in downtown St. Pete for a couple of cold ones. Somewhere between 2 PBR’S and some fancy lime drink we began to discuss playing together.
Earlier that day a woman named Laura (etc.) had told us of a place called The Blueberry Farm where there was going to be an open mic. Now the Blueberry Farm is very special! As soon as we got there we had to walk thru a Labyrinth (LINK) luckily David Bowie didn’t want to turn us into goblins. The whole place was like a magical junk museum filled with kind hearts and veggie dogs.
It’s true, Casey, It was a magical place. The people were splendid, and it seemed like a masquerade of beauty and make believe. School buses and stages and the land of many out-door living rooms. And Shane even went and got a bottle of champagne as part of the glorious Celebration. Laura was our hostess for the evening; she even took us into her home after word. I enjoyed a snooze on her cozy welcoming patio; And Casey opted for the Canopy Prince Chamber on the guest porch. Laura is a music lover and a friend, and it is so exciting to have got to spend that time with her.

The next day was the interview with listen here WSUF. “Casey are you playing with me or what?” we went to the campus and warmed up under a Banyan tree. Trey and James were very fun to be around, and it seems they just have a good time at the station all together on their show “Grass Roots Groove” This was the first official performance Casey and I did together minus the Shooting Star Jam. Maybe sometime we’ll actually sit down and practice : )
After the show we went to showcase at Sacred Grounds Coffee House in Tampa. This is a super sweet spot to see music, very intimate and Karen will take good care of you.

That night we drove back to Gainesville because I couldn’t pic up the cd order because I got lost and it was too late when I got to the post. So we slept a few hours in the parking lot of a massage school on the pavement (it felt good to stretch out) and an hour or so in the car on the side of the road in the wilderness where there were many stars out. In the early morn we picked up the Cds and had a delicious gourmet b-fast at the Jones (Casey’s own) where he insisted on treating me a meal.

Off we go, back on the road, heading back to the real south. Casey slept a lot and says he can’t remember the trip back. We arrived to Red Clay Hill in the middle of the night. Exhausted and relieved to be home, we rested a long time. Friday was a fun filled night at the Main Street Deli and Coffee House in Central, and Sat. the Pumpkintown Opry! And Sunday fly out to New York? Yikes, “Casey are you gonna play with me or what?” well then how are you gonna do that when I’m heading to New York tomorrow? No we can’t drive Otis, she’ll never make it (this was the beginning of her boiling temper)” Casey piped “That’s fine I can meet you there in your car” “Taking my Otis? With out me? I don’t think so.”

Next thing I new I was on the phone canceling my flight and believing that the car would make it to New York. That very next morning going to gas and replace the missing radiator cap, and she was all ready overheating. I knew we were in for a ride.

are eating chocolate chips for breakfast again?

2009-10-10T11:57:00.000-07:00

I really don’t know where to start on the update. In fact, still don’t feel caught up from the last New York trip in August. What about the Hats off Saratoga Festival? Check out the article in the Saratogian here
Yikes Thanksgiving is in a few days!

October was a complete whirlwind, starting with bike night at the Pumpkintown Opry. I had spent months in preparation, trying to tell people about how fun it would be, and convince people to camp out after the show. I even co-wrote a skit and played 3 roles in it, not to mention learning how to clog. We had the Superficials come all the way from Nashville to play, along with myself and Ray Harper. It was a blast; I’m still trying to get a hold of some of that video….soon. We had a camp fire after under a full moon.

There was only a few days left before heading down to Florida. When arriving into town I fell right into some sort of down town Farmers Market and there was music playing. Made myself a PB Honey sandwich and headed for the festivities. Grabbed my guitar out of the car and Stumbled upon Dirty Nelly’s where I sat down next to a young bearded man and ordered a pint. Upon our conversation we decided to take it outside and go song for song in the parking lot behind the Elbow Room. . Jon Gaunt is a gifted musician. He explained to me his lifestyle of touring around and his recent return from a trip with Chuck Reagan, then hooked it up for me to showcase a few songs at the Elbow Room that night. He graciously hosted me as well, where I spent my very first night sleeping under a banana tree. (It’s hard thinking of how hot it was that night as a lay buried under my sleeping bag and blankets this morning at the cabin)

The next day was more exchanging of travel stories, along with coffee, bananas, and beer. That night I played at the Pizza Palace. I Notice this pic behind me. Wow, that looks like Mike Dorsey. The artist signed “Dorsey”. Is it possible this is the work of Mike Dorsey?? The talented, the songwriting- anything-playing prodigy? Is also an artist?
(later found out that it IS his work, a portrait of his father)

The next night was the show at the shooting star, that’s where I’ll share Casey’s version of the story:
Casey says: “There seemed to be a sense of anticipation on Saturday at the Shooting Star. Was it because the night before America decided to launch a BomB at the moon or was it knowing that old friends would reunite that night and play some of the best music they had in them for like a year and a half. Wow! What a blast that night was it was like we were reading each others minds musically. As the night winded down the wind came in and no one wanted to say goodbyes. So we went for a late night and late as in 3 in the morning jam. As the smell of Sweetwater 420’s and sushi finally came out of pores the night was ending. That’s when Casey says something like “hey can I just come down south with you for the weekend?” At this point the company was well accepted for ahead was along drive to a radio station gig at in Tampa the next morning! We drove all night long and exchanged road stories and coffee till the sun came up driving down highway”

Here's what I have to say about it.
I arrived at The Shooting Star early, and the very accommodating bartender invited me to sit and have a bite and a beer. I introduced myself and asked him to hang on my keys and then went for a run. I circled around the down town area trying to half remember how to eventually get back. The hustle of a Friday night in Gainesville gave me a fresh thought, and the physical transfer was necessary for what the night had in store. I felt energized, and when I returned I sampled a salad with seared tuna (…so good). Then I reunited with Jason Hedges. It had been a long time, {LINK} remember this hoola-hooping-dobro sliding- guitar pickin music maker? He had been hosting this night of music, and came in to give me the details of what I would do that night while he was participating in another music jamboree across town for the next few hours.
We had many a great musician’s play on the stage that night, and I got to share a lot of my new material. Before long, I felt a familiar presence enter the patio. Looking around I saw a man with a small pack and a hat and a mandolin on his back. Casey Jones? No way, Casey Jones is that you? Had not seen him since I left Gainesville at the beginning of the Music Bike Tour. Really? He sat in the far back corner of the room. Did I ask him right up to the stage or did we exchange a few thoughts first. Get up here and play! And then where did Jimmy come from? Wait Jimmy, you were {LINK} on the porch that night too!
All the sudden the patio was filling and friends were all around. And on stage was full of new sounds

2 o’clock came on quick, and who ever was left ate a sushi feast. Then we headed over to Rob’s for late night jam and I had a well needed shot of espresso (Rob always has delicious coffee treats) Rob is such a graceful presence and I truly missed his smiling spirit. I really wanted to stay and connect further but I had a radio interview soon! When we were leaving I asked Casey, “you coming with me?” and he grabbed his things and we left. On the way out of town we stopped at a magical place where he had to pick up one of his instruments. There where huge banyon trees and some spanish moss too and make believe things all around. Maybe it was the espresso, but I’ve never seen anything like this, tree houses, and stages, and theatrical expressions all around, you could tell that this was the origin of creation.

Then we were off! Tampa here we come.

1st Music Video

2009-09-06T22:40:00.000-07:00

Here's the video

catch up

2009-09-06T20:49:00.000-07:00

the uke at the Evening Muse
Turk is a party animal, and by the way has anyone seen him? I know he mentioned something about Mexico...

Lake Jo
Hey Tommy, it's a farther drop than it seems
The best dancers money can't buy
Global Bike

Photo taken at the Burren by Brenda www.photoboudreau.com

where to begin... I guess I'll continue from where I left off. Since then i went back North, played 3 showcases in Boston and performed at the Saratoga Hats Off Festival. I used the recording from Club Possium to put together this amateur video of a new song, "where i wanna be" . Also road the bicycle 30 something miles to Paris Mountain's "Music in the Woods" a sweet solar powered summer festival that happens for a series of Saturdays through out the summer. The rangers were incredible and hooked me up with a sweet camp spot for the night before heading back in the morning on my trek. Being back on the bike stirred freedom and serenity like no other. It took some thinking, but I did decide to come back.

I got the chance to perform in Charlotte 3 times, two where at the Evening Muse, a fabulous music venue. One of these showcases was opening up for my friends The Superficials. It just so happen I was/am house sitting at a beautiful homestead where we all got to stay before the trip over to the Jar (the queen city). Our hosts Ginger, Marley, and Turk, made quite the lasting impression. You can see Turk's Hollywood debut at the end of the music video. He has since moved out, insisting on hangin with the chickens down the road instead of around the campfire with me. I've been going to visit him daily at the neighbors but he simply won't come home.

Last Monday I was glad to be a part of the Global Bike event at the Brasserie Ecosse in Spartenburg.

Then there was a family visit, more entertaining from Turk, and more fresh Figs and Grapes.

Mamma Cat had surgery, and gave me quite a scare when I went to pick her up and she tore open both sets of stitches and her insides were exposed to air. Then this women that has done a great deal to evolve the Pet spay neuter clinic in Pickens County, reached out to help me. She took Mamma for the night and the next day bringing her for more surgery and safely back into my arms. The cat spent 5 days in the "cabin" recouping and has been set free again with a full recovery. Now that she won't be having more kittens my new friend suggested I call her Mamma Mia, and Mia for short.

Today I went to Asheville for the LAAFF festival. I'm excited to be getting familiar with the local musicians and artist and hopefully will be doing some shows over there in the future. It seems quite different from my experience last year. I remember Asheville was the first big hills i'd been on from Florida . I had no idea what was in store at the time, or that I would return wks later to get on the Blue Ridge Parkway.

A few trips to Rainbow Falls, a trek up Hospital Rock, and a swim in Lake Jocassee later...

I must bake. I'm thoroughly enjoying all these resources at the homestead. The oven is like no other. I'd like to bake for everyone that has rescued me in the past 4wks. My mechanics are angels, not to mention the guest mechanic in town that saved the day and helped me make it to my show. All the friends that have come into my life... the synchronicity is thrilling, and circumstance is like a piece of art.

2009-07-22T10:06:00.001-07:00

OK, I'm going back on the road tomorrow, and I really want to give you some video and pics from the last Upsate NewYork/ Vermont travel. I'm waiting on a few more things. I'm especially excited to get footage of The T.V. show in Woodstock, N.Y. That night I slept under the stars in a place called Magic Meadow, Up Meads Mountain Road from the monastery. Incredible place.

2009-07-14T14:35:00.000-07:00

So the garden is just a little bit over grown . I've been avoiding weeding since my return cause I'm still getting over fever and flu. I am so glad to be back home at Red Clay Hill. I've noticed lots of extra foliage in the yard which equals a lot more living things.

Chiggers, for an example ...this is my second bought with them this season. Considering my lifestyle not too bad. Also lots and lots of spiders, inside and out. I feel protected, but I've been kicking the really big ones out of the house (capture release). I can't believe that one of them builds his/her nest on my car every other day. Or this gnarly one in the photo below, just because of it's serious camo.

I've finally started painting this big empty canvas in my house.

more Charlotte

2009-07-13T14:07:00.000-07:00

Here are some photos taken by Jeremy with LunahZon Photography. Femme Fest seems like just yesterday.

Lewis!

2009-07-13T13:00:00.000-07:00

So, I first met Lewis May 16th or so, on his bicycle heading East-north/east on Highway 11. I had just finished hiking Table Rock Mountain, and my friend Tommy and I were heading back when I saw a man on a loaded bicycle heading toward Pumkintown. After I hopped in my car I caught up with Lewis Gillard, the bicyclist. I asked where he'd been, where he was heading, and if had time to come back and share a hot meal at Red Clay Hill. He is from Socorro New Mexico and he's all ready travelled 2600 miles on bicycle! So he came back to tell me a little more of his travels, and me of mine.
Lewis has the courage to journey into the unknown and sold his possessions and hopped on a bike and headed somewhat east out of New Mexico. taken from his profile on crazyguyonabike.com
"Unhappy with the daily grind, unable to further subject himself to a regimen of working in the bee hive, our hero sets out on a journey to discover a lifestyle of living for today and never worrying about tomorrow."
The next day we went for a hike and had a fabulous dinner with my dear friends Randi and Cliff. The day after we biked up Caesar's Head and parted ways at the top. A few days later I got a message from Lewis that he had fallen and broke his thumb! He had to stop the trip and think of a different plan. I told him to come back to RCH and decide.
He then got on the Appalachian Trail to heal his thumb and continue his self-powered travel! More than 10 days of being in and he had to fly to New Mexico on an emergency. After spending a few weeks with family he flew up to Albany New York and spent a day there before riding back down to the south by car with me and helping me tremendously because I got the flu.

Today he got back on his bike to continue his journey to wherever he want .
If you see this man out on the road FEED him!! to see some of the interesting shots he's taking along his journey check out http://www.flickr.com/photos/vootriant/ Until next time Lewis!

Getting in all out

2009-07-13T11:22:00.000-07:00

Ok, so instead of back blogging I'm going to spill most of this all out in one post. Where to start... and there will be more to come.
Mamma and black, hanging out on the wood pile.

Before they left home, Sister and Brother, two pees in a pod, aw, miss them.

These images were taken in Gainesville Florida at the Pizza Palace. My friend Jason even broke out the Hoola -Hoop. The women with the head band in the blue shirt, Katie, that happen to be noticing me taking this pic, was a beautiful hostess that evening with wondrous gardens. She had done a major bike tour herself across the United States

Here are some shots from my trip to New York.

This was one of my campsites in the Adirondack Park .In the early morning I noticed this tightly woven nest. I was very far away taking this one, and can not believe that there are eggs in it!

The trail up to Porter Mountain was wet and I enjoyed being in the low clouds. At the top you can feel the mountainous overlook, even though the clouds fill the air.

Here's some views from Little Porter, the baby mountain next to Porter. By this time it had cleared up.

Here's the garden before I left for New York, not too overgrown, lots of added privacy.
My friends the Drovers at the Pumpkintown Opry, they jam some foot tappin bluegrass.Another Fun filled Saturday at the Pumpkintown Opry.

The Eddie's Attic Finals in Atlanta GA, June 6th. This was a fabulous night full of talent, and Eddie is a really neat guy, you can not believe the musicians that come into this place!

kittens found in wood pile

2009-06-12T10:42:00.000-07:00

these kitties are wild! really, they walk about in the jungle and chase each other and tumble down red clay hill. want one?

Festival of Femms

2009-05-30T10:46:00.000-07:00

http://www.femmefest.org

so, the ride to Femme Fest was amazing. 1st night hosted by a cemetery , and the next few nights in dooley, plus one ad in the "city" summed up with a night behind the fire station where a very cool sheriff hooked me up (thanks!) He also wanted to tell me about the 2 schools and 1 hospital he helped to build in Iraq, and shared some of the positive experiences he had there. 290 miles round trip, and it felt like a tease being back on the bike playing shows. the Fest itself was loaded with talented artists and musicians from around the country. Live interview on "Charlotte Talks" WFAE was a great kick off to a full-filled wkend of fun. Billy really shows it best with his observations.

Takin it to the Streets, Charlotte

2009-05-28T18:18:00.000-07:00

I've made it to Charlotte, North Carolina. This image was taken by my friend and gracious host
Billy Fehr . If you were listening to Charlotte Talks on WFAE, I also have a website www.rachelvanslyke.com and a myspace at www.myspace.com/rachelvanslyke where you can hear music and learn more.
135 miles ago, I was sitting at in my home on Red Clay Hill, picking the first peas off the vine and eating radishes. Yesterday was full of memories of a bike tour. It's a different thought process, and I am reminded of the programing we are committed to every day, and what it means to be a part of it all. There is no separation I realize, and I feel as if I am embracing each moment.
Sat. the 30th I will be a included in Charlotte's Femme Fest. Smelly Cat Coffee House at 5:45 and Green Rice at 7:00 .

1st time in Flat Rock

2009-05-26T10:39:00.000-07:00

The Back Room in Flat Rock Wine Shoppe! fun evening of music and food, and some very interesting folk in the audience.

2009-05-24T12:34:00.000-07:00

Wild Cat Falls,

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Home Sweet home.

2009-05-24T12:26:00.000-07:00

Mama Cat, 3 kittens

Greenville SC Smileys show Rachel and Erik 2

2009-05-22T05:16:00.000-07:00

Greenville SC Smileys show Rachel and Erik 2
Originally uploaded by Vootriant

Smiley's Acoustic Cafe in Greenville with Erik Lang from the Superficials out of Nashville. He was heading to the beach and I talked him into coming to Smiley's in Greenville and jamming some of his songs on stage. Great songwriter, Thanks for coming over Erik. Just a few months ago, I was in Nashiville and he was the host with most, showing me how to make fresh mozzarella AND crembule. All this plus 2 Nashville showcases - late night jamm extravaganza with band and friends.

2009-04-30T12:07:00.001-07:00

Just for good measure, here are what azalias look like, this was a house that I was sitting the past few wks

The Azalea Festival

2009-04-30T08:56:00.001-07:00

Thank you to all that came out to the Azalea festival. Here is some video taken from my friend whereonearthisbill.blogspot.com

2009-04-25T11:47:00.000-07:00

the Pumpkintown Opry, where your waitress acts, dances, sings, and plays an instrument!!

2009-04-22T08:46:00.000-07:00

the fountain of youth!! Me and Tommy hiking around in Jones Gap

hiking in Tenessee? south cumberland rec area

2009-04-05T08:10:00.000-07:00

i couldn't leave my journey to Nashville with out hitting the hills.

Ugly Mugs SHow , Nashville

2009-04-04T08:15:00.000-07:00

The show at Ugly Mugs was a hoot. A very welcoming first trip to Nashville. I had a fabulous host, Erik from the Superficials.

Thanks to Kraig for shooting this video of "autumn moon"

2009-04-04T08:08:00.000-07:00

Nashville sky line- secret spot

beauty awaits

2009-03-22T11:50:00.000-07:00

sheer cliffs, can you see the pink dot?
Does any one know what this plant is in a beautiful pool of water on a mountain?

the scrambler!

2009-03-21T11:48:00.000-07:00

uncharted territory

2009-03-20T08:05:00.000-07:00

table rock mountain - shoe sharing

Febuary on Red Clay Hill

2009-02-11T07:33:00.000-08:00

Two days where snow stuck, and the sky remained sincerely blue.

2009-02-10T11:53:00.000-08:00

This is really what Carolina looks like

Raven Cliff Falls

2009-01-05T08:48:00.000-08:00

Walkin on wire

2008-12-30T11:44:00.000-08:00

Just to stay warm...

herkimer, NY

2008-12-20T09:00:00.001-08:00

breakin up in here

9 corner lake!

2008-12-20T09:00:00.000-08:00

frozen lake, seems like a field

2008-12-20T06:45:00.000-08:00

6 Days on the Foothills Trail. Mostly rain to fill you up, weigh you down, lull your judgements, and cleanse your soul. And at the last moment, the last day -the sky opens opens up and reveals to you the mountain's victorious tops and their merciless rock faces.

2008-12-15T08:58:00.000-08:00

finally finished my booties, much warmer now!

Good bye L.A.

2008-12-04T16:28:00.000-08:00

Hollywood Music Awards, Myself and beautiful, "Goldie"

on the way to the Joshua Tree, at the tanks, my brother, adrian smiles

3 amigos, Josephine's sadle, Los Angeles National Forest

Beautiful Sunsets full of pollution

hiking in the Los Angeles National Forest

2008-12-02T16:50:00.000-08:00

this is a joshua tree

this is the ash that was floating in the air for 3 days. Not so great for breathing. I couldn't believe people everywhere were breathing this. I happen to catch a bit of a contrast on this BMW.

Every day

2008-11-22T17:46:00.001-08:00

I've wondered about continuing the blog after the bike tour. So much has happened. Today I jogged where I have been jogging pretty much everyday for the last few weeks. I notice different things each time; like a great song you hear again and again. I went further today than I have gone so far; past Lincoln on the bike path. I started jogging instead of walking. Each cyclist and runner is an encouragement to keep going. I feel my pains leave my body. I can not believe they call this a river. A concrete basin with walls that lead down to a canal. Bet it would be good for skate boarding, when it's dry that is.

Some days it just seems like a puddle. But it smells of salty sea and garbage. The birds seem to quite enjoy it, and I enjoy them. The past few days there have been more baby birds than you can imagine. More hungry birds. There are seagulls and pelicans that hang out together, greatest in number. They do a lot of sitting, sleeping, and some dancing. The mallards seem to group with each other and fly about, flashing there pretty green heads and showing off darting inches above the water. The crows are a strong presence, and they remind me of frog hollow, where I grew up. On my way I saw them mostly around one house, and a tangerine tree in front of it. Wonder why they like it so much there? I've come under 6 or 7 over passes now, I must have gone pretty far. Past the women that feeds the birds, passed the concrete pillars that used to be another highway, past the field of ecological growth where a man lives with an army colored book bag, passed the school yard, passed the community center, passed the athletic field...a snake. It's strange to see. He/she is 3 and a half feet long. I stop, I can't believe how close I am. The body's tall from top to ground, but skinny from side to side. I admired it for a while, and then let it be.

I looked up at the sun and used my hand in relation to the horizon to realize I had one hour of day light left. I turned around. Heading back is dead east, so the sun is on your back and your eyes can open wide to view the sites. In the distance, covered by smog, there are mountains holding up this city. I have more energy than ever as I head over my half way point. A web, a spider hard at work, I stop to observe. It is impeccable how well built this home is. I watched the spider for a few minutes until it finished what it was working on for quite some time; a masterpiece. I wondered what it would do next. It tinkered in the middle, a critical move I'm sure before sprawling out to show it's beauty. Unreal. I'd better continue.

I passed the spot where there are food dishes on the other side of the fence. This time I noticed a fresh unopened can of 9 lives and water in the bowl sitting next to the top half of a plastic animal carrier. I have observed a women come and replenish the supply a few times. She is an aged lady in great shape that where's a back pack, and she does it somewhat secretly. Everyday I pass the same group of Mexican men, waiting on a path off the path. I think it's a bus stop up there. When I first pass them on my way, there are 2 or 3 men. On my way home it must be 10. I always wave to them and smile. They smile and talk amongst themselves and sometimes wave. They could be my angels. Getting closer to home now I pass the school yard where there is always one boy hitting the ball on the chain attached to the pole, what's that called?

And now, my favorite group of apartments. I always see inspiration here, and laundry on lines, and bicycles in back yards, and people talking and interacting with each other. Windows are open and children are running around creating life and movement. This time I noticed a group of teens around the back side of an apartment building smoking a joint. The eldest boy looked at me looking at him and muttered something to his friends. I smiled and waved. Almost home...

I notice three crows on Styrofoam cups walking as the cups turn. One stops the cup from rotating and starts pecking on it roughly. Maybe he was expecting something edible to come out it. I imagine most garbage starts out with some sort of food in it; a few crumbs, a sugary liquid, something... At this particular spot there are a few shopping carts tipped in the water wearing cloaks of seaweed. The water height is much lower now. This is the last overpass, the longest. It must be a big highway, maybe an interstate. There is a concrete wall blocking the view of the traffic above. I always sing under the overpasses. I've twice observed a man up in peaks here, but both times he was reading something, and he took note of me taking note of him. And I kept singing and smiled up toward him. It's a warm spot to go this time of night when the sun's setting. The concrete keeps all the sun inside of it through the night.

A tree with leaves, not something you see in Los Angeles. Orange and red leaves on the ground. It's fall. This is the third time I've seen fall this year; first in the woods of upstate New York, then on the rolling of hills of red clay hill, South Carolina, now on the streets of Culver City, L.A. The never ending fall of 2008.

Is this where I get off? At first when I wasn't sure I used one particular sand pile as a landmark to get off the path. It was easy to see because someone stuck a pirates flag right in the center of it. Yep, back to the road. The highway I'm staying on is getting closer and the final descent of the outing is getting across this traffic ridden machine zone . When I get my chance I pay attention to feeling a break in line of SUV's and BMW's. The hibiscus is the final indicator that I have made it. When I get inside I open the doors and windows.

new meaning, the Joshua Tree

2008-11-20T19:12:00.000-08:00

old gold mine

lost horse trail

I can not begin to describe what it felt like to be in the desert. So I will show you some images. Wks ago I was rock climbing in the Pisgah National Forest, and now I am in Southern California in the desert. Even stranger, I've spent the last 2 weeks in Los Angeles. Here' s the desert:

rock and roll

2008-11-12T07:43:00.000-08:00

This move was a true challenge, after finally getting up, I had to do it again. It so great to have friends that encourage and support you through these type of endeavours. Sometimes they are physically present, and sometimes they are not!

2008-09-05T06:58:00.005-07:00

This blog is about a 4,100 mile solo-self supported Music/Bike tour I completed starting Easter Sunday and ending July 17th, 2008. I performed over 24 concerts along 14 states plus 1 Province (Quebec). For other information about the journey check out my website: http://www.rachelvanslyke.com/ and look at the media sector. If you want to see the full tour you have to go back to the Archives - Feb

If I met you on the Tour and you have any photos or video, please shoot them over to rachel@rachelvanslyke.com, I would be very happy to have them

2008-08-18T19:49:00.001-07:00

Photo by Bill Fehr

Last Show of the Tour

2008-07-17T17:00:00.003-07:00

The Last show of the Tour, 110 days later, the end!

This was a little spot off of the Saratoga Bike Path, I started my warming up here the night before the last show.

Full Moon, getting peace at a near by cemetary and singing before the show

I have always admired this place, Cafe Lena, Just voted the best small venue in North America by the International Folk Alliance

the oldest continuously operating coffeehouse in the United States

This photos actually taken the morning after. It was such a strange morning. In 4,000 miles of road navagating, I can actually say I felt a bit lost. and i realized I didn't have any pics or footage of the last show, so I had to snap a quick shot of the stage at Lena's. A stage that many had played on. Bob Dylan, Arlo Guthrie, and other great legands.

The after party

friends and family

and more friends!

Utica Boiler Maker

2008-07-13T16:54:00.000-07:00

I stayed with a women that is the mother of my best friend. I hadn't seen her in years
the Boiler Maker, running road race aftermath

oh yeah, mac donalds sponsored
The Boiler Maker

the little falls cliffs. more on these later....
another touring musician on the cycling the Erie canal trail with 600 other riders. As I was heading to Utica west, they were heading east. It was great to meet and greet them all as we crossed paths.
check out this guy

a sea of clouds

Troy, NY

2008-07-12T15:49:00.002-07:00

in the store frontage ahead is there is a coffee shop where fox news interviewed me. more on this to come...
Myself and Dave Michaels, of WEXT I went to their studios and did an interview and live performance.

I really like this little town, Troy. Some how when I was having coffee the news called the cafe to speak with me. They came down and did a clip. It's great to have positive news.

cohoes

2008-07-09T15:47:00.001-07:00

bike paths to Albany

I slept by the tracks in Chahoes. The building above actually has an imprint of an Indian Head on that white portion, it's some sort of factory.

Albany

2008-07-09T15:44:00.002-07:00

follow the yellow brick road

this is where laws are made, the capital building

Albany , I thought I knew you. Everything looks different now. I will not see things the same. It's been years since I've been to Albany.

Close to Home

2008-07-05T15:40:00.001-07:00

my mother's garden
the sunset remains the same
the 4th of july Northville Festival Show

Sacandaga River

this is the path that leads to the house I grew up in

Ah, the Northville fourth of July extravaganza. 6 separate cars of friends and family found me on the road before the show! A great time. and so, it was a celebration of freedom.

Blue Mountain Lake

2008-07-01T15:38:00.000-07:00

snowy mountain, one of last fall's hike

breathtaking image, church on blue mountain lake
one of the cleanest lakes in US

Lake Placid

2008-06-30T15:34:00.000-07:00

touring cyclist!!!
lake placid
best camp spot ever

keene valley

2008-06-29T15:32:00.000-07:00

the water
huy!
when pedling up this hill leaving Keane Valley, I met more new friends. more on this later...

back in the states

2008-06-26T15:29:00.001-07:00

can you imagine what this place feels like?

Spent the night in Plattsburg. Back in the states, ready for the Adirondaks!

It's been a while since I've been here. These small towns have culture, music, life, and rotation. Nothing stagnant in these plush woods

Montreal

2008-06-23T15:27:00.002-07:00

Donna and I meet up, and she is a fabulous hostess - that I met in Vermont on the side of the road. I spent a relaxing time with her and her husband Alan. She was so thoughtful and real to me. In the morning she treated me to breakfast, and while I was in Montreal I hiked Mont Saint-Hilaire

the bridge i came in on
my friend performing magic in the streets of old montreal

I'm quite happy in a foreign place, and listening to a different language, one that I do not understand. I can depend on other senses for communication. There is more space.

almost there

2008-06-22T15:25:00.000-07:00

I joked with these Providence touring cyclist who had just got back from Montreal

that's a border, off in the distance

Getting so close, most northern destination on the trip. Border town, miles away, a world of difference.

live from the kanc

2008-06-21T15:08:00.000-07:00

This is unreal. I'm talking about the Kancamangus Highway through New Hampshire through the White Mountains. I'm talkin about Lost River Road. You must see it to believe it

Getting closer to the highway, i pulled of to sleep for the night. I slept hard beneath the shade of these trees hearing the sound rain all night.

I met this ranger at one of the overlooks. He had the light in his eyes of past adventures he took in bicycle touring.

burlington

2008-06-20T15:18:00.000-07:00

Burlington's inviting festival

Lake Champlain

this festival was going on as I pulled into Burlington. Amazing. the children were so fun, we conversed with smiles and movement. Then the water. I had not been to Burlington since I went to see my uncle perform in Cotton Mathers at Nectors, opening for Hooty and the Blow Fish, over 10 years ago. A women working the compost pile here really inspired me to spread the word on it. I learned a lot about it, and Burlington had an efficient system for their community to use it. Great model.

Montpellier

2008-06-19T14:16:00.000-07:00

Todd and I, farmer from TN I happen to meet in VT

Here's a thought funny thing about this picture is my friend Tanja took a photo of this bike too and it's on her blog. She was in this town more than a month after me on her own bicycle tour that she started in South America!!!!!!
Langdon Street Cafe Where I performed 100% benefits to Free Ride Montpelier

mountains all around this town. I stayed at the top of a large hill. The night I performed was the night I met the hill, and the ride was invigorating. there was no one around, and fog hovered the black top. At one point I stopped, and my heart was pounding hard. The rhythm felt whole, synchronicity.

Here's my bike with tomato plants, see em behind the guitar?

After Todd had made a generous donation to me, I got some plants and went door to door passing them out in VT. It was wild. Spreading a cycle...

vermont

2008-06-17T15:11:00.000-07:00

Osprey Nest. I sat in wonder that any creature could actually put their nest atop a power line. It was huge!

in the center of this photo is a moose, but you have to look deep to see it.

After 70 beautiful miles and just creeping into Vermont, I thought it was time to rest. I stumbled upon a very nice family. They had a great yard, and at the very edge was a special spot I felt was made for dreaming. After I set up I was writing in my book when I heard large footsteps. Similar to that of a horse. I felt a large presence outside the tent, then heard a grunting that was a combo of a pig and horse. I smiled wide, and scurried to the tent opening to see if I might catch this creature. Then I heard the sound travel across the wells river and get further off in the distance. The next morning I asked around and came to the conclusion that it was a moose. That day as I headed along the water, I saw a moose, for the very first time. He was calm and steady, and graceful in his movement.

portland

2008-06-16T15:04:00.001-07:00

Back to the Ocean, ah. I arrived in Portland early, and sat by the beach watching the sailboats.
Played at the Dog Fish Bar and Grille

Sorcha played after Me, she put on a great show! excellent songwriting!

Met up with my friend GPP, all the way from Cambridge!
Got to meet the friends he grew up with. Rained soft that night. I thought and inquired about climbing Mt. Washington, but learned it was not an option. Interesting day of reflection and movement.

biddeford

2008-06-13T15:00:00.000-07:00

At the community bike center. My host, Rick, helped me tune up the bike before the show. I was in a strange mood that afternoon, and when school let out, the kids came in. In an instant they had me laughing and thinking. Rick told them where I started my trek, they didn't believe the whole story. "then why don't you play a song?" the girl asked. So I did. They were bright inquisitive children, with everything to offer.

Union House Cafe show Benefits to the CBC Community Bike Center in Biddeford
Rebecca and I
Garen! All the way from Back River Road!

The Saco River is a very powerful water presence. I sat and took it in for a while. It's said that there is a curse... more on that later.

b-boxin

2008-06-12T14:55:00.000-07:00

when I first got to Biddeford, I walked the bike onto a path off the bridge. These kids had a ton of talent. I happen to catch them as I was sitting by the Saco River, admiring it's strength. I asked, "you mind if I sit and watch you for a few?" the boy replied, "no, I like an audience"

portsmouth and surrounding areas

2008-06-11T14:46:00.000-07:00

I met my new friend inside of a MacDonald's. I think he may have been cleaning a window. He appeared to be some sort of super hero, and we spoke briefly about things that matter. He truly inspired me and I asked if we could get a pic together.

this was taken by my friend Donna. It was the first time we met. She pulled over and asked if she could take a pic of me. Sure, I thought. She told me if I ever was in Canada to look her up. (Funny that's exactly where I'm heading)

sunken garden that used to be an old barn foundation

ready for the storm

This was one of the sweetest nights. At the coffee shop I met a new friend Jeremy, that shared some interesting knowledge about the water crisis we are in. We rambled for a while, and he was telling me of a sweet farm in the country I could visit and possibly camp in for the night. After meeting the life/farm creator of this land, I indulged in fresh greens he picked straight from the ground, also Kole robbie, a spicy and earthy flavored veg. We sat in the land and chatted. He gave me much freedom in showing me around the property and all the places I could camp. We stopped at the sunken garden, which I felt I must spend more time with. I set up my tent at the entrance so I could look across the fields. That evening I awoke to a thunder song. I sat up in a moment and admired the wrath of this storm. The most intense lightning I had ever been out in. It flashed like a symbol crashing with rhythmic thunder beets behind it. One after the other after the other... The lighting dancing about the field, putting on a grand show. Garen the morning after picking me fresh lettuce from his farm
this is the structure i saw at the very end of the dirt road. By the sign I new I had made it to the back river farm.

In coming up through Portsmouth I thought I'd stop and grab some coffee. When searching through my notes I realized I had an interview with WSCA, Portsmouth Community Radio. There were many bridges in this area, and Josh at Pappa Wheelies was helpful in getting me on local bike routes. They also donated a set of riding gloves to me. Since I lost mine in New York, I've been riding with out or with 1/2 ace bandages. Thanks Josh!

Boston

2008-06-09T14:37:00.000-07:00

On my way to Boston, I really wanted to jump in the Ocean. It was a hot day and I missed the salt water Queen. I pulled into a sandy path where the rotary club was bringing awareness to what they do and raising money. These folks where kind humanitarians. I took a quick swim and chatted a few minutes, then hopped back on the bike to try and make it to Boston that day.
Boston over the way
Harvard Square sunset
cool porch camp spot-

me and GPP

I was inspired to see all the people coming together at the green roots festival. It was different from my other shows, and I was inspired to see Ideas of sustainability and earth preservation all around. People taught me things I didn't know. The stage was hot! So hot I could not perform with out shoes like I usually do.
Bike's not Bombs is a fantastic organization. I was so happy be a part of a really neat fundraiser that raised more than $90,000! check out bike's not bombs to see what they're about.

I got to meet up with my friend Greg in Cambridge. I roamed around Jamaica Plains for a while. On my way back to Greg's I was sitting in a park working out a new song. A father and son walked up while I was playing. There was no one else around, it was beautiful. They made my day.

Castle

2008-06-05T14:33:00.004-07:00

No way, To break out of the cities sprawl!
How did I end up on rt 1? I called upon my friend Bill for direction. I was at a GAS station in Connecticut. He guided me through step by step, an outstanding journey leading though the marvels of the inner- state and into the safe back yard he grew up in. I wrote everything down carefully on the back of a scrap paper. Just as I was reading it back to him it flew out of my hands and up into the air above State Highway 1, which was full of traffic. I ran after it, trying to explain what the scenario was. I watched it go higher and higher and smiled in disbelief, and finally it slowly coasted down into the street where I stopped the "race" and safely picked it up. close one.

See that castle on the hill?
the ride over
the Gilletes Castle

Can you believe this? After 82 miles that day, I arrived here. I went up to the castle and was blown away! The ranger there was extremely kind to me. When I asked for his recommendation on a safe spot to set up my tent he gave me permission to stay here. He added, "you can even take the trail down if you'd like" I took the trail down the from the little mountain and thought back to his words describing the spot, "It's right at the end after the picnic tables and everything, there's a little clearing and flat ground right on the water."
I waded in the water and admired the views.

NYC

2008-06-01T14:29:00.002-07:00

Biking through New York City

George Washington Bridge, a very monumental point in my journey. I grew up in Upstate New York, and arriving in NewYork was sort of like a realization that I had actually pedaled my bicycle from Florida to NewYork. It was overcast and drizzling as I came over the transition.
Carnegie Hall, where my grandmother had sang many years ago. what did it feel like for her to approach this very same building, knowing that she'd go inside and sing her heart out. I spent a little time here, blown away. Here is the stage where I performed - Kenny's Castaway in Greenwich village

This night seemed very powerful in my awareness. more on this later...

New York City was bizarre to me. This was somewhat of a realization, how far I'd gotten, and how I far I'd gotten. One man I was inspired by pushed a huge cart in the street, and on the side of a plywood scrap was spray painted "no mas"

my hosts Matt and Trevor were so kind. I met them through warmshowers.org. They had a beautiful home in Chelsea.

There are many sweet bike paths around the city. Some of them were part of the east coast greenway. The next day I got very lost going out of the city and ended up on an island. I get lost most of the time, I often asked for directions, and ultimately I just look down at my compass and head north : )

Philly

2008-05-28T14:23:00.003-07:00

I can't believe I'm in the city, Philadelphia.

Here's the street my gig is on, I can't believe my eyes

Imagine Rolling into this, after Rolling off the Blue Ridge Parkway and through the hills of northern Pennsylvania.

where it all went down

Hey Sean

(one of the very talented musicians that performed at Lickedy Splits with me that night) The show was a blast, I met a lot of interesting people that night, and I enjoyed watching the other bands play.

no matter where I am, I find room for my tent OUTside, even in this inner city backyard.

Wow! it's a lot to be in the city after all those mountains. I feel my senses are heightened and my surroundings are so intense. Lovely to be here. Penn. was a fun state to come across. Lots and lots of rolling hills and Landscapes imprinted in my mind. textures created deep below the surface.
I really liked this city. But it was much different from the south, and I was taking it in. It felt abrupt. Yesterday I'm in the hills, today I spent over 3 hours at the Sprint store getting a phone repair. The women was astonished that I waited there for so long. She couldn't believe I was smiling. She couldn't believe I wasn't angry.

My father often flys through Philly and has a friend that works at the airport. In their many conversations he had mentioned to him that I'd be traveling through Philly as part of my Tour. Rob extended the offer to host me while I was there. Thanks to Rob and friends.

The morning I headed out for New York, I was having coffee and felt overwhelmed by a sensation of some kind of media happening. I texted a friend about the feeling. When I walked out of the shop I met Ronnie Polaneczky. She and began to chat. I walked with her a few blocks to her office at the Philadelphia Daily News:
http://www.philly.com/dailynews/multimedia/19889339.html

Blue Ridge

2008-05-24T14:18:00.001-07:00

see that, in the back, that's the Smokey Mtns!

On my way to sky line drive! ah! it's so beautiful

camping, leave no trace

on fire

un real. this place is amazing. sky line drive. I slept in the deep woods off of this trail, the Appalachian Trail. It was real quiet. I feel apart of everything around me.

Richmond

2008-05-21T14:15:00.003-07:00

in the park earlier, warming up

the stage at rocks
nice downtown area, cobble stone road and sidewalk prompted me to walk my loaded Jamis instead of ride. There was a great brewery I stumbled upon, and as I was taking off my helmet I met my new friend Micheal, who ended up being my host the 2nd night I was there.

that night I stayed with a friend of a friend of a friend, and met Chances. I ended up trading one of his custom made shirts for a CD. It's a black tank with a large Buddha head and the words consciousness. There is a lot to say about this house, more on this later...

At 6am the streets of Richmond were empty, and I walked a far way to get my first cup of Java.
Later I met Evan at Richmond Recycles Bike Shop. He traded me a CD for the tuning up of my bike, and a brand new chain. Thanks Evan!

The show was at Rocks!
Thanks to Mission Mason, that played first and hung out to watch my performance after. They were a neat group of musicians that were kind and funny. Great show!

The next morning I had
The best coffee I've had on my trip, french pressed, and the realization I was gonna blow out of Richmond for the Blue Ridge, he he . the Baltimore show was a no go, so I took the scenic route to Philly, the Great Smokey Mountains

Angels

2008-05-20T14:14:00.001-07:00

Danell

Yikes! my chain broke and as I struggled on the side of the road to fix it. I pulled all the bags off the bike and tipped her upside down. Now I just need to figure out how these things go together. pay attention. there isn't a lot around here, I'm in front of an old abandon building. Next thing i look up and see a sheriff pull in. I asked the women if it was really necessary to get out my id , she said yes, they had a call about suspicious behavior. She was doing her job. After running my file she asked if there was anything she could do. I said no and thanked her. After a few people pulled up to help. My friend Danell finalized my solution by"flaring" the chain. It was a pleasure to meet him. And to think, a handful of people in previous towns tried convincing me not to go through this "neighborhood" to get to Richmond. Thank you Danell for helping me out, and teaching how to fix a chain!

BCHQ

2008-05-18T08:28:00.000-07:00

the concert at the BCHQ

check out the Durham Bike Coop

after the show, we had a bbq
see the gal with the stash? That's Lu, and she is working on a cure for cancer. and she plays a mean guitar and sings. Leslie, in the green, plays a kitchen sink! Leslie and Dave hosted me and really inspired me with their composting, I've started a composting pile in many towns now, thanks guys!

Dave made a stupendous breakfast extravaganza and is a percussionist singer
Bull City Head Quarters

After the show we went on a bike ride and got ice cream, this place had cheeseburger flavored, but I stuck with some chocolate double delight blend

2008-05-17T14:05:00.004-07:00

the children
sue and company, gettin down

Skies heading into Greensboro

My fabulous hostess, Sue
I pulled up to pick up some dinner and notice my friend Farmer D's new line of Organics Biodynamic Blend Compost. I smiled as I read the sign, "Closing the loop" turned behind me and asked the first person I saw to snap a photo. I met Farmer D in Savannah.

The show was lots of fun. Sue also performed with a friend, and a few other acts. We were gonna play out in the back and when it started pouring we did our best to put a "tarp" for the equipment, but ended up using the inside stage. I met a lot of wonderful people that day, and the children came to watch too!

peace and pondering

2008-05-14T14:02:00.003-07:00

Hagan-stone Park

Sponsered my stay for 2 nights. I was so greatful. The gentleman that helped me also told his daughter, and she showed up at Greensboro concert with a bicycle donation for the Greensboro Hive

this was an amazing 2 days for me. Lots of reflection, lots of peace, lots of energy.

Albermare

2008-05-12T14:00:00.002-07:00

Hail
I met this boy at a cafe on Mother's Day, than later that afternoon ran into him at the grocery before the hail storm. If I had not been chatting with him, I would have been with out shelterin the hail.

Hey! Check out these storms, what a fun time frolicking with mother nature.

Welcome to the Jar!

2008-05-09T13:52:00.004-07:00

On stage

see that teeter tauter in the back?
the garden and wild animals

This was a lot to take in. I may have to sit and think about how I really felt in this city. Lots happening. Thanks to Billy for scooping me off the main drag leading me through the ferocious stay alive and into the quiet quarters of his safe palace in Dooley.

ah Dooley
all the doors flew open and there was Carson, the pathfinder
She guided me through the gardens showing me where to find things, taught me about the honeysuckle, and eventually showed me a secret passage way that ended up in Ethiopia. Jordan led me through a forest of fresh new aromas, preparing for the feast, Alyssa was a beautiful hostess, and mysteriously every time I reached for my glass it was full again. and Billy, his words his thoughts streamlining into the waves of a question, provoking the heart of existence. He was full of truth and knowledge. At dark a fire on a sacred spot. The warmth it gave, the serenity. the grounding.

I performed a short set at the Charlotte bike-a-thon in the morn, and later a house party that Jordy set up. The afternoon was full of relaxation, reflection, and reality. The atmosphere at the cafe was truly inspiring, and I could have stayed there for days.

There was great talent at the house party later that day. Thanks to the other musicians that played and to Jordy for bringing it all together!

Asheville

2008-05-06T13:48:00.003-07:00

i look to my right

i look to my left

this women, Tanja, an amazing gal with an adventurous story to tell. met her at a pub, where they were having a couch surfer meeting. I am signed up with couch surfer, but had never used network, until this day when I accidentally ended up at the right place at the right time.

Wow! The view coming up to Asheville where outrageous. I am staying at a home where my friends Deanne and David couch surfers and hosts, in fact last night they had both myself and Tanja, a German cyclists that had traveled all the way from South America!! It was a true inspiration to meet her, she has done most of the travel alone, and is heading north as well. What a great time. It feels invigorating to be here in these mountains cycling. They are both challenging and rewarding, all though I do have to break down these hills with all this weight. Well, tomorrow I head out for Charlotte.

Ceazar's Head

2008-04-28T07:24:00.000-07:00

on top

what better way to blast off after an extended break than to climb Cesar's head mountain. My rig has changed. Thanks to friends and hosts Brett and Suzanna. Brett was the mastermind behind the pannier guitar case combo, and the sole designer of the waterproof cover. My friend Andrew and I, helpers in the invention. What a change to have all the weight on the bike. Good timing considering I haven't hit any true mtns yet.

climbing is cleansing

2008-04-27T07:14:00.003-07:00

I had the opportunity to be a part of an outdoor adventure day as a volunteer for hundreds of boy scouts and a few girl scouts. My first time climbing a man made wall. They all hiked a mountain, then came back and participated in different activities. These kids were amazing, and each I got to witness before their climb, during, and after. This was the end of my extended south Carolina stay, and what better way to set off for flying high.

Lake Jo

2008-04-26T13:31:00.008-07:00

Camp spot, up high on a bank

check out this pair

me and the dagger

Stunning views

Kayaking on Lake Jocassee. She was calm and clear, visibility was at least 30 ft that day. As the storm picked up she got rugged and moody. What a fun adventure. The camp spot was so sweet, tucked way back in the woods., left no trace. I went with a friend, so we could get the kayaks high up off the shores. Beach fire at night, gorgeous sun set.

regrouping in style

2008-04-23T09:53:00.006-07:00

A night around a camp fire with a family

Kid's are Tuning a guitar
check out this sweet sign they are making for the front of the guitar case
Jody and Tennessee, the horses I stayed with

I like this ol building

Here visiting some friends and getting up follow up care from medical professionals, ugh. I am surely have a great time though! I am staying with calming people in a secluded log cabin style home. They even have horses! Also spending a lot of time playing with kids! (my friend's nieces and nephews)! These children sure now how to make me laugh!

Lawyers doctors lawyers. halt trip tour wait - I'm not gonna give up

Spent a while in this area with my friends, thinking, planning, believing...

look at this sincerity

How could you think anything but success

and happiness in motion

Thanks Kids!

the begining of the carolina's south port

2008-04-18T09:28:00.001-07:00

Welcome to Southport, SC

At the River View Inn, where I met a very special Inn Keeper and artist, Lisal. Thank you for the sponership and time spent in Meezie's room. It was an unforgettable stay. The Inn was an enchanted wonderland. Along with being a fabulous Inn Keeper, Lisal is a writer/poet that has truly inspired me. It is great for strangers to connect on such an interesting level, we exchanged dreams, her book, Dark Matter and my CD. What an excellent concept. The show is tomorrow night, house party, can't wait!

My friends home / location of the house concert the night before.

The concert went well, thanks to Ken with Circle Entertainment for getting it together.

after party jam session with extreme talent-

the gentleman playing the lyn is interested in doing a bike tour.

This history of Charleston

2008-04-14T09:16:00.005-07:00

Hey, check out thees guys! charleston was a hoot, thanks to the gentleman all the way to left. and, well

the one all the way to the right won the raffle prize of the night, a jamis explorer hybrid city bicycle, and then donated it back to charleston moves! he also is a touring cyclist, and hosted me in his downtown home after the show. Thanks Don!

The middle friend is Brad. He and lovely wife hosted me my first evening of being in the city, we had a delisious vegan meel and I felt very peaceful in their home. Thanks!

the home team bbq stage

what a neat show - raised 370 somethin U.S> dollars for an organization called charleston moves

Don escorting me out of Charleston on the new bridge with a very luxurious bike path. Charleston Moves played a huge part in getting this path included.
the road with no shoulder, and so much to see

so i am sitting at a coffee shop heading out of Charleston this morning when a man approached me, "you need to update your blog" then graciously allowed me to use his mac to post my first entry of the journey. I'm 834 miles in. It 's been an unreal experience. If you ever had a doubt on humanity, you should consider taking a trip, by bicycle or ped to unknown places. I have met amazing people, that were kind and dear, generous and encouraging. thanks for that. the music shows are lots of fun, and I am spreading the word about getting involved, bringing together communities and bike awareness and safety. I am spreading the word about freedom and letting go of fear.

fighting for freedom
pushing over 1,000 pounds, these adventurers I met along rt 17
more on this later...

oh the trees of Savannah

2008-04-10T09:06:00.007-07:00

me and Patrick having coffee

a home full of home

Savannah was an interesting town. I felt unsure about it. I went in and went down town. I felt a lot that day and looked forward to getting safe and being alone. I searched for sleeping options and stumbled across a music store. I really needed a new guitar case, as mine had got wet, and the guitar was also wet in turn starting to warp. It had been a few days in rain on and off, I felt most of my gear was damp. I went into the shop in a tiz, and a man saw this and asked me what he could help with. I explained, he helped. I bought a new case and finally took the guitar away from the wet cardboard and into the dry case. he tightened my fret board. Check... one more thing i really needed to do. Then he walked outside with me to see my rig. The CEO of the store came out and spoke with me for a breif minute then was on his phone, "ok, ok yeah, all right see you later" , "where are you staying?" "well i'm not quite sure yet acutually, i was just getting into town" , "stay with us, my wife is home and we have an extra room and bath, go print her the directions from mapquest" and he was off. wow, i find myself in a new and lucky situation. I got a map to his home. The way there was so wild, and houses become further apart and flowers were bountiful. Then a sign, the isle of hope. Couldn't have been more fitting.

He and his wife were Canadian, and free thinkers. I really enjoyed my stay with them. Her home is one I dreamed would someday be mine. Everything was full of life, I love it. On the counter sat a sugar dish, the exact same one my grandmother had. Inside was brown sugar, the only thing she ever kept in it.

The next day while shopping in publix, I met Farmer D. He approached me and asked "is that your rig out there?" I told him about my trip and my mission, and my show that night at the Guitar Bar. He asked, "where are you staying?" at the time i was going to head into down town again and scope out the location. "i'm not sure, somewhere down town" "well if you need a place i've got a spare room and bath downtown" this was perfect. so he gave me directions, and I met up with him later. He is an organic farmer, sucessful in his youth. That night he brought friends to the gig, and was very helpful and supportive. the show... lot's of smoke billowed into the bar room setting, and as for equiptment? Mic seemed blown at best and I couldn't even plug the guitar in. well, I guess it's not about that. After the show, a man walked up to me and slipped me this note. Before I could really understand what just happened I tucked away safely, then remembered meeting this friend at the park earlier that day. But it didn't matter that I was putting these things together in my mind, because he had all ready left. Soon after I had to read it, and it read:

Rachel, If you reach one person than you've changed the world. Your voice is amazing. Good luck on your journey.
-######
(guy who played for you in the park)

the show - Gainesville

2008-04-06T08:59:00.004-07:00

the kickstand! the afterparty
very talented group!

After all this time in Gainesville, I'm now heading out. The show was great @ The kickstand.org. The night before I checked out the location a red brick establishment that was all the way to one side of main street. I got to the show early and met Gabe. My friend the Chiropractor, Dave, also showed up and they took me to lunch. Dave I met a few days before outside a music store where I desperately needed to replace my wet cardboard case for a plastic one, but didn't.He offered me a free session and helped stretch some of my problem areas. I also scored a shower at the gym he worked at, what an excellent resource. Gabe and Dave were both cyclists, and knew each other from working together at a local bike shop.

Now Gabe worked for Mr. Goodbike. Later before the show, he generously brought back lots of gear for me. I had literally had over a dozen flats so far, just on the few miles I have road. He suggested I get thicker tires and proceeded to go out and get them for me, along with tubes, and patch kits! wow! I wasn't sure what to say. Then he even put them on the bike. I felt it was a huge gesture of kindness and generosity on his part, and I really really needed the stuff. Thanks Gabe!

The show was great, I was a little nervous, and I felt I was overfull. There are even more stories of Gainesville, but I'll have to go on another time. Lets say, it was a great stop. After the show some of the other musicians invited me to an after party, what a neat group of individuals. I feel lucky to have met them, and encouraged by their jam session!

Gaining knowledge in Gainesville

2008-04-01T08:54:00.003-07:00

What a trip. I had extra time in Gainesville. I skipped the west coast when I realized some health issues and planned on getting care in Gainesville. So here I was. I really liked the town, but the cyclists were mad. Lots of college kids speeding through the streets and mainly sidewalks. Mostly all were going the wrong way with no helmets. Funny thing about this town was the beautiful bike lanes all over the city, except for the downtown area. I hardly ever saw a biker in them. Mostly they crowded side walks. Pedestrians seemed intimidated. It was a light hearted city. I enjoyed it. I tried getting seen by a doctor, but as I have found with almost every place I've called, no one wants to see you based on a letter from your lawyer and an insurrance claim number. I felt so frustrated, again. There is a war going on in healthcare. I still don't want to think about how it enrages me. I feel interupted, in my travels. How could I be following all the laws and be struck by a drunk driver with insurance and not be able to get health care. I have to remind myself how lucky I am to be walking, to be alive, to be on this trip. And all the people I have met, how they have helped me, healed me. Today my back is ok, and I am ok, well better than sitting in a cafe drinking coffee.
Where I stayed:Sleep Inn HotelChurchWarm showers.org friendfriend's brother's house

The Fabulous Lake Weir

2008-03-30T08:49:00.003-07:00

This was amazing. From finding this little beach on a dead end road, to meeting the Ocala Sailing Club and letting them take me under their wing. That night they took me to dinner at the local grill. I sat with John and his daughter Serasti. She was the first person I noticed when I arrived at the beach, and kindly reached out to me by saying hello. It was that first gesture that triggered me to relax and slow down. It was great further chatting with her. Also a long time family friend, Charlene, the only female captain on the Ocala Sailing Club. They were to have a race the next day. They asked me to stay and see the race. I had never even been on a sail boat, how could I say no. I had the extra time, due to cutting out the west coast (which I had done because of physical problems I was having). I had a great sleep by the water. The next day we sailed, they raced, and then a feast. After the feast I performed in the little building, what a great turn out. That night, Ed and Lyn took me into their home. They offered a few times, I declined, but after the party was over and it got dark, a few young punks lingered in the park and would not leave. John and Ed insisted I go back with them. I am letting go of what I think I want and need, and rolling with the flow. When a door opens, let your mind open, let your worries fly out.

Unfortunetly I lost a lot of pics I took of this party. Only 2 remain. There is much more to this story, maybe I can expound another time. Also to Joan and Chris age 78 and 80, the origami will live on. I am excited to teach what they have taught me

felt the need to sleep on water

2008-03-28T08:47:00.003-07:00

What a great night. Stopped at Dundee library to pick up panniers that a friend ordered for me. I met Alan, another cyclist that road with me through some sketchy road work. That night I wanted to stay on the water. I passed through a very private community and then a park on a lake. This was a small lake. I didn't know if I should camp there because I think it was private and I went to both of the houses along side the park and got no answer. So i kept walking down the road and saw a house with a large and separate yard that might be a good candidate. I walked to the door and knocked. The people that stayed there had rented the house. They were there to attend a seminar and a few classes, each with their own agenda. They came from Canada, and were all tri-athletes. What an encouraging group of folks. In the morning they offered me coffee and shower, I accepted. Simon was particularly interested in the project, and purchased an album, and sent me on with fresh ginger root, a sure way to get a burst of energy when you truly need it.

lake wells

2008-03-27T08:42:00.004-07:00

Unbelievable. Another long day of cycling. I almost passed Lake Wells when I saw this hotel that caught my eye. There was a ton of road construction and a hotel and restaurant in the middle of it. I was dirty, tired, and hungry, and the sun was starting to just go down. Why not, I thought to myself. I parked my bike outside and walked in. I explained my project, and asked if they'd be interested in sponsoring/hosting me for the night. The women at the counter looked at the man next to her. Yes. yes... yes! wow, I couldn't believe they were giving me a night. This was so exciting, I felt like I really needed a boost; a fresh start, a hot shower, a helping hand. The room was perfect, and I was able to pull my bike in. I dried my tent washed my clothes in the sink, took 2 showers. I walked to the restaurant next door and saw the manager again, Raj. Raj and Min sat at the table with their niece. They were truly interested in my trip and generously paid for my dinner. I admired her English accent and Raj's dry sense of humor. I graciously thanked them again for the stay in the room, it couldn't have been more appropriate.

reflecting on everything that has just happened

2008-03-26T18:42:00.003-07:00

It doesn't matter, nothing before and nothing after. I am on my way. 4 short Weeks ago I was worried if I would ever fully hear the tones of my own music, sing on key, recognize the brightness of a chorus, hear the inflection in a child's laughter. When the vibrations of a note are ringing and they fall perfectly into the track of oneness, could I tell? My left ear was extremely muted, and my spirit was crushed. I had maybe 20% muffled noise coming in. I felt the separation from me, and my connection to the world, the way I heard it. Something I had relied on my entire life. Music... Expression.
I wondered:
For a time if things would ever go back, or if I would ever go forward, my ear, my back.
The dismissive care and recommendations from professionals lead to = more care, take more pk's, and certainly, no 4,000 mile music bike tours.
why can't i walk? when can I walk? I took a few steps, and fell to the ground. it seemed like such a long way down.

I thought about my last full night in the wheel chair, I saw my friend off to the greyhound station. On a side street in Downtown Fort.Lauderdale, I wheeled to the city Bus Terminal. Even the derelicts and criminals where surprised. As if I spooked THEM by looking 'em in the eye. It was 4 blocks away, and the broken sidewalks were in the shadow of the street lights. I had to take the road. When I arrived to the pit, I waited around, a good while for that 9 bus. There weren't a lot people there that night, surely no women. Everyone stared at the wheelchair. I felt strange in it, knowing I'd get better. Envisioning myself on that bicycle riding away north.

And that's where I am, heading north. and they were wrong, but it doesn't matter.
I all ready knew.

water

2008-03-24T08:27:00.001-07:00

Yesterday was a trying day. Maps and signs can be misleading. I had been searching for a store of any kind for water, it's hot and I'm going through a lot of it. These so called "towns" are not, not a person or store in site, wait was that dirt road a lead in for a "town"? It's not easy riding dirt with this trailer or skinny tires. I went and went and saw a paved road as a last ditch effort I went down. Stopped at a farm with lots of barking dogs, and no answer. I hoped I could get water from someone. Now the sun is starting to set. I saw a red pick up ahead and flagged them down. I could not believe there was 9 or 10 people inside of this truck! "hey guys, did you a store that way?" The man that was driving spoke broken English but well, and the rest were younger men and boys all speaking Spanish. His reply, "no, there is nothing that way for 10 miles, we are looking too". I explained I was down on supplies and it was getting closer to dark. They offered me their water. The boys happily scurried up a gallon jug in that I used to fill my bottle. Wow, I got lucky. They were delighted to give. I thanked the men and got back on my way. 16 miles to the next town.

I didn't want to be riding in the dark, not with my gear as it was. I needed to still do major adjustments. I got into the next town into the young night and saught out a publix. I noticed a field in the back and an orange grove I though would be great for camping. I was glad to get off the bike, my first 67 mile day. After shopping for a few food items, I proudly carried my rig through the deep sand pathways to a quiet spot in the grove. As my eyes adjusted to the dark, i set up my tent and laid down.

Everglades

2008-03-23T08:18:00.002-07:00

Florida is flat, should be easy right? Wind wind wind weight weight weight. the first 5 miles i was tearing out the pages of my atlas, I won't be needing California, not on this trip. heck, i even ditched my waterproof pack and went with a huge garbage bag. What do I really need. I won't deny that I never traveled with a bicycle and a trailer. In fact, the first time I road with one ever was last night to go to Publix. And racks? Paniers... nope, not them either. I had cut way back on these training things do to the accident. I figured I'd learn on the way. Once I get on the road I can ride it out.

Well, Didn't travel so far, but I am learning I need to reorganize my rig. Too much weight on the back trailer. High winds today knocked me down a few times. Bad weather was on the way, next town, 40 miles. So I decided to get dry under a pavilion and set up my camp for the night, supplies wet, I'm wet, but I'm good. Leaving was very difficult this morning, because I know I'm not going back to Florida after the trip.

I literally fell at the sign of this park, in the everglades. For about 2 miles I had been watching lightning off in the distance and winds were high enough to knock me down. I went up to the shop to get water, and the rain poured out of the clouds. Inside the staff spoke about more bad weather on the way. My first time asking for help, "is there a spot I could set up my tent for the night and get fresh on the road first thing in the morning?" they looked at each other, across and back. After a few thoughts they spoke about the possibilities. "Take her back to Johny's old site, off the island" I didn't know what it meant. I felt it was such an emotionally day for me I was ready to dry up a bit. They were kind and helpful, and let me stay for the night. In fact, i was shielded from the rain on concrete slab with a roof, on an island completely to myself. I followed the man while he walked on foot and I pedaled through huge puddles and bumps to the site . He was a large man, with a very scarred face, and intense eyes. He looked back as I approached and notice me drop a can of beer. He picked it up and it was spraying from a small puncture in the side, "guess this won't be no good", I replied, "aw, it's fine" He held his big finger over the hole. And there it was, an island fit for the concrete slab that was laid upon it and a picnic table. What more could I ever ask for. The man looked at me, and told me if I needed anything he was right in a near by trailer, "nobody should bother you, but if they do I'll shoot 'em" he mumbled a few other words. Wow, did I feel protected or a little scared. I felt natural being here.

Final days

2008-03-21T07:15:00.004-07:00

a few last frames

last night at the beach

-putting bike parts together

-saying sianara to my cat, Cloe or as some might say, "Cleo"

-sweet goodbyes, all the way around

-the last supper,

really underneath that table cloth, was a piece of glass protecting a wood carving that spans the entire table of....

the last supper

mmh, the tables gone now, and i never got a shot of it

Crash

2008-03-06T06:31:00.005-08:00

In training for my journey along the east coast, I was struck by a drunk driver. I couldn't go back to work, and had only wks before I had originally planned on leaving. Dizzy spells, nausea, and confusion were debilitating, and a disc in my back would often bulge hitting critical nerves and causing my legs to go out. I had poured my soul into this project, and didn't want anything to prevent me from leaving. The concussion made my thoughts very unclear. For 4 wks I couldn't walk, or hear out of my left ear. I didn't know how I would be able to do this. I was extremely determined and envisioned myself on my bicycle, care free and heading north. Starting on my way to recovery, my friends and I planned a rummage sale/car wash to raise the money for me to go on the tour. Tijuana Taxi Co, the restaurant that I worked at, was extremely supportive in my crisis. They pulled together their resources to hold a raffle in my honor and helped with the car wash.People wanted to be a part of it and get involved. The concept of togetherness and community never struck me so thoroughly. This time was life changing, and now I realize it was the beginning of learning to count on others and ask for help when I need it.

an idea becomes the future, writing on the wall

2008-02-01T07:06:00.004-08:00

Booking, planning, routing, meeting, talking, sleeping, working, researching, thinking, training, eating, washing, sleeping, typing, talking, singing, searching, planning, mailing, thinking, sending, writing, sleeping, drinking...

This is an actual map of the east coast of the United States, taped to the wall of my bedroom in my Davie, FL apartment. The red string from yellow tack to yellow tack is a rough draft of the places I wanted to go. The other tacks represented organizations I wished to contact to involve in an event. (green for environmental, and blue for bicycle coops). It doesn't show it here, but the rest of the walls in the room are plastered with a 2' by 5' calendar, 6 foot long to-do lists (a few of them), a watercolor my grandmother painted when she was in her early twenties, a mirror I found in the closet when I moved in (the closest thing i had to a piece of furniture) and a window (well not really, close to a hundred 4x4 blocks of a form of glass that lets light in) and it didn't lead to the outside, but the living room. But it was my window, and on the window's ledge was a hunk of wood, delicately carved into a women's leg that my uncle had created.