On April 28, 2010 I will be cycling a metric century in the desert just miles north of The Border to help support the fundraising efforts of The Britton Fund.
http://www.thebrittonfund.org/brittonfundride.asp/
To help me raise money for the Britton Fund make a contribution as far in advance of April 28, 2010 as possible. The sooner you contribute, the sooner you'll get your name published on this exciting website.
Exciting offer:
My first 50 supporters will receive a post card from the southern reaches of the Arizona desert, straight out of the land of visions, mystery and magic. Just think how that will look on the fridge or in your work cubicle!
Your donation is secure:
Despite the event's proximity to The Border and the pull of the desert's vision-inducing landscape, your donation, when made out to The Britton Fund and not me, will be secure.
Gil likes Pink Floyd.
We will ride by the Davis Monthan Air Force Base in Tuscon, AZ, which includes an airplane boneyard.
Aerial photo of Davis Monthan Air Force Base in Tucson, AZ courtesy of Google.
Arrowheads, native american symbol for alertness.
Navajo rug pattern.
Training ride, Daly City, CA.
Training ride: view of Bayview Hunters Point from San Bruno Mountain State Park.
Training ride, Golden Gate Bridge from the Presidio.
Training ride: view of San Francisco from Marin Headlands.
Training ride, Burlingame, CA (biked from SF to Stanford University).
Driving in Southern Cal, on way to AZ. Tornado or giant dirt devil?
4/28/2010 group shot before riding 70 miles in the desert. Great group of fellow vision seekers (double vision?).
This was one of our morning rest stops.
Our group led an inspiring tree planting with a local school.
Tim Womick getting the kids worked up.
Sarah and our dog Daisy served as one of the sag wagons.
30 miles into the desert we entered Saguaro Nat'l Park.
The Arizona park ranger didn't turn us over to the feds, but he did shake us down for his cut. Nice guy, great civil servant.
All of my training and vision quest preparation was about to be realized.
Early afternoon, hanging with the front group for one illusory moment.
Roadside confab, a bunch of wild-eyed Britton Fund vision seekers.
