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  • One Hope

    Hello to all who read today’s blog. Running a little dark and downcast since yesterday afternoon. Massive heaviness of which all is not known of the source but just continued bad news or occurrences. Not finding much fight for some things that maybe I should. That is troubling in itself.

    Sandwich Harbor Sandwich MA
    Sandwich Harbor Sandwich MA

    Over the past two days I have rode over 100 miles pulling a way too overweight Burley Nomad bike trailer and more. The goal has been to put on the miles and get my buttocks used to 5 – 7+ hours on a bike seat. It gets a little uncomfortable at times. Just saying. Top it off that I have had a backpack that weighs in the neighborhood of 40lbs I estimate. Unbeknownst to most is that pedal assist bikes give you a good workout if you want them. It’s my legs that help pull the monstrosity up the hills. They feel the extra weight of just refilling a couple water bottles.

    In all of the pulling the trailer I am losing my fight to pull myself up. Honestly feel like a mutt who has been kicked and beaten at every opportunity. Then there are just my screw ups added to the mix and losing or misplacing things on an almost daily basis. Chaos on four wheels. Just not the four most people think of when 4 are mentioned. Hey, at least I now own an RV eh? What do you think? Should I continue? Does anyone even care anymore that our society is decaying at a rate that if it is not changed utter ruin and destruction will be wrought upon America the Beautiful.

    Is that what we want? More of this “normal” we are growing all to accustomed to? Because if that is so then I should quit. Everything sticks. The good the bad and the ugly. That is part of my wiring and condition that leads to my depression. It’s sometimes something someone special said to me or did to me one time. Like the time my dad told me there is something wrong with me because I cannot stop caring about someone or something. Just one of far too many.

    We need living in worthy world and we are losing it. Rapidly. Why? My opinion is that social media is a major factor of this as well as the loss of the traditional two parent household. There are other major contributors but I will not address them now. This is about the unsocial nature to what we call social media.

    Three sets of sandals in the sand on Cape Cod
    Three sets of Sandals

    It is a bane to society. We are relational beings. We need to see and feel the warmth of a smile or the crook of a lip. The raising of eyebrows or clenching of teeth. We need the hugs. The touches. The pats on the backs and the kicks in the asses. That is social. That is meaningful interactions. We need to look past our differences and look to the common good. For everyone. As a whole. Not a particular group or class. For people battling for proper mental health it is even worse than for the people who think they have it all together. Sometimes much worse. Harassment. Bullying. Pressures. On and on it goes. And usually it goes the wrong way leading one into deeper depression and despair.

    We have a generation of kids who were pushed into this and we are reaping the whirlwind. We have pushed entire generation into a tech filled world with no roadmap to navigate because it is just being navigated for the first time. And more generations to follow.

    What direction do we want to go? The continued ripping away of the fabric of society in self seeking abandon? Or do we choose to pump the brakes and get a handle on what has not been a fruitful and beneficial ride along the internet highway.

    Just some things to think of. Things that eat at me day in and day out as. Everything sticks.

    Taking you all along for the ride. Until next time. Please keep on keeping on. Take the next right step. Fall down, Get Back Up.

  • Tomorrows Blog Today

    As the title says I am typing this blog just seconds after sending out the last one live. Cannot keep up with all that I need to do so I try to gang up when all things line up. So ….

    Hello All. Hoping this blog finds you well. Will be trying to post some videos soon. Just getting into the groove with the GoPro camera thing. Learning curves all around me it seems.

    So. Why do we worry so much about tomorrow today? How many tomorrows have I lost or messed up by worrying about them before they even occur? Too many. And many times, most probably, my stinking thinking was way wrong and off base. But not always. There is such a fine line we need to walk to stay on the saddle of the horse we call our mental health. Very fine line. Especially when that horse is ready to be a quarter horse and run its own race no matter who is at the reins.

    That is part of our battle. Maybe, just maybe, it is our most important battle. The key for me is to have a core group of friends or people that you can share thoughts with in a safe way without being overly judged by how scattered they may or may not be. Having a little input or sounding board can help navigate things a little easier than alone and stuck in our thoughts. There are people who care. Many. Many more than we often realize. Sadly, most do not realize or understand how to even help us when we need help and ask for it.

    So, today I encourage you to find that one person. That couple friends or small group to confide in and trust. Make sure they know what they are getting into before you unleash your darkness upon them. Some people are just not able or equipped to even comprehend or deal with what we deal with on a daily basis. Truth.



    Keep on keeping on. Never give up. Hope is always on time and never late. Set a different time schedule to see it come to fruition. And you will. Change is inevitable. Except from a vending machine.

    Until next time. Smile every chance you get and say hello to strangers even if they don’t acknowledge you or the hello. Change the world. One smile and hug at a time. Make it go viral. Hugs cost nothing but a moment or two. And yet they can mean the difference to someone. Be that difference. It may change the world and you not even know it!

  • Signs Signs everywhere signs.

    Greetings to all. Things are continuing to progress. Just in what directions or how many is undecided at this point. All things considered I am surprised that I have made it this far. Seriously. Unbeknownst to most everyone is all of the battles and overcoming that has occurred since May 1st 2025. Things that I swore I would never do have been done. I drove a large box truck down the road, Crossed the Cape Cod bridges 5 times with the beast. Never did I imagine I would drive a box truck across those narrow lane bridges on the Cape Cod Canal. Did it. And many more things.

    Today I slogged around between Bourne and Sandwich MA exploring some new roads and finding new and hidden beaches. During my travels I made a few wrong turns, as always, but those wrong turns led me to the picture you see above. Pedaling by at 10mph I read it and processed it enough to say hey thats the reason for this wrong turn correction. Snapped the picture and took a video. Cried a little. That’s my sign for the day. Actually the third because the first two were people that I was meant to meet at a certain place and time. It went as God planned not just how I did. As always it seems.

    You see. Since my feet landed on Cape Cod there have been over a hundred encounters with people I was supposed to meet at a certain time and place. Many of those times were not by my choosing but God has a way of bringing us where we need to be one way or another. With me it is usually kicking and screaming like some unlearned brat kid. Usually. But, thankfully, I am getting better.

    When I decided to bike pack across america for Mental Health Awareness and Suicide Prevention I did not grasp the entire meaning and size of it. Now, upon endeavoring upon The Quest it is a bit overwhelming and at times even scary. What have I gotten myself into this time? Only time will tell. Until then, Keep on Keeping on.



    Always remember that there is help if you need it. Someone to talk to. Someone to listen. If you are feeling like there is no hope please take a moment and reach out to hands and a voice that can help. Dial 988 from any phone. May God Bless you and enlighten you to the paths you should take and the next right step and decision.

    Until next time. Sending out my love and prayers to any and all.

  • The Vision Part 1

    Greetings earthlings. Sorry not sorry for the bland intro but society is just falling apart. I am sitting here on the wonderful patio at Sandwich Public Library but the wireless internet is down so the purpose of the visit is on hold.

    There are many gigabytes of video and pictures to upload, transfer and go through. Too many. They are backing up. And that is not the important stuff that must get done today. I have to get my health insurance fixed as soon as possible and transferred to MA so that I can get the needed meds and health check ups for my conditions. Housing must be pursued relentlessly in August as the season will come to an end and places will become available in droves. Hopefully. Need to line up a part time job somewhere within bike distance to give me what I need to afford to at least exist and survive until the business gets rolling.

    The Vision Part 1

    And then there is the vison of a camp that engulfed me in early June this year. A special kind of campground. Large campground. Many campgrounds to follow it. In brief. It would be a non-profit Camp that is purposed to eliminate hopelessness and homelessness in America. Helping people get back up on their feet or towards and into the help they so desperately need. Some need a little help. Some need a lot. But all need to be shown dignity and respect and a whole lot of love and compassion. Teach them valuable and needed trades that fit them. Teach them to write a resume and help them break free from the chains that bound them to where they are at and bring them to where they need and want to be. Nobody chose homelessness at career day. Not one. And don’t stop there. The plan is to help those battling addictions and trauma related conditions who need to know they are not alone in their battles.

    This is just the tip of the iceberg of what is floating around in my noggin among thousands of hurts and trauma related feelings and every hurtful thing ever spoken towards me. It needs to come out into the open so that this vision can save lives. Change lives. Bring hope to the hopeless. Never give up.

    Can I do it? Alone? Yes. I will die trying to make it happen and go broke and further in debt making it a reality. For one moment imagine what I could do if I had all the help I needed and a windfall of funds to put boots on the ground and build it

    And THEN there is THE QUEST. That I must complete by 5.8.2027 and that is to eBike pack across america from Provincetown MA to the Pacific Coast in California, take a mild break and see some of the Pacific Coast for 4 weeks and then come back West Coast to East Coast again. The timing is key to beat the extreme temps of summer and winter. 90 days to go East to West 4 week break and 90 days to go West to East. All of which will be video taped with action cameras and photographed with anything I can shoot pictures with that I can carry and fit into my packs. Will do it with what I have if needed but it would be much better and successful with the newer model Nomad 2x from Velotric Bike.

    In all of that I would like to start my business back up and make some money to maybe live the American dream. It still exists in me.

    God Help me. He always has and He always will. Not once have I been left abandoned or alone. He alone is always with me. Every step of this journey until today, this moment and He promises to take me ALL THE WAY. Holding on to the hem of His garment and holding Him to His promises as that is all I have to hold on to some days. And that is just fine with me.

    Until next time, Keep on keeping on. Never give up to the darkness. Praying for all who read this and those who don’t. Have a super awesome day but who am I to tell you what to do.

    Peace and Love.

  • Day 72 Under the Stars

    Today was my 72nd day on Cape Cod. New record so to speak. Serious effort has to be put into lining up a lot of ducks over the next week or so. Have to finalize all the move stuff and make sure all addresses are changed with every bank and company I do business with. Tops on the list is getting a roof over my head and a bed to sleep on once again. Although it has been great for conditioning myself there is something about having a place to call home and a bed and pillow to go to at the end of the day.

    Got to find my second almost full can of Deep Woods Off. Is this a sign I should go deeper into the woods? Just a poor attempt at some sarcastic humor. But the stuff does come in handy along the canal at dawn and dusk or along all the marshes of Scenic Cape Cod. Today was awash in emotions and challenges. First off was the fact that my change of address initiated over 2 months ago has been in limbo because they needed an ID verification. Things have been so messed up with the loss of my phone in June and no access to the number because it was a Mint Mobile prepaid account and there are no MM stores to walk into. That led to 5 weeks of multiple failed attempts at rectifying the situation. As I changed the addresses to my bank accounts I failed to update my auto pay accounts and some did not get processed because the address change with my main bank. Duh moment. Yet very expensive at a time that I cannot afford to bleed any more money or go further into credit card debt. On and on I could go about my Monday. Can we have a do over? If only.

    Today I logged over 30 miles so far with plans for an evening ride along the canal and try and catch a nice sunset if it comes to be. Much thought went into all the work that still has to be done on this website and many hours setting up the business and sibling websites concerning the chat rooms and an outdoors oriented website in the works, roadpancakes.com .

    Lost in all of this is that I am still in a bout of major depressive disorder. I spend an hour or more a day trying to locate stuff misplaced or just plain lost. Making coffee 6 months ago was a 5 minute thing now I am ecstatic to make it in 30 minutes and not lose something or hurt myself in the process. Anything. Everything. Just bogged down in a swirling tempest of hornets all seeking some kind of flesh. Flesh that I am unwilling or unable to give up any more of in my life without a fight. And fight I do. From morning until my head hits the sheets. And that is the key. Keep fighting. Get knocked down. Get back up. Fall down. Get up. Whatever does not work find another way. Keep on keeping on.

    The world we live in is hurting. Society as a whole is just a hurting mess if you really stood and looked at it. On facadebook today a friend shared a post about 9 police officers being killed in the past week. What is wrong with America? Why have we come to the point where there is no social discourse and working out of the strains and stresses that life brings. Social media is very unsocial. Very non-relational. We are relational beings. Created with a purpose. We need to see faces. Expressions. Nuances in voices. Be hugged. Shake hands. Feel the warmth or the chill. We have all distanced ourselves from what we need the most with what we hold in our hands, pockets or purses.

    Time to change that. Don’t you think? We can do it together. One step and one day at a time. Keep on keeping on. Hug a stranger. Smile more. Let go of all that is not necessary. Find all that is. Cherish and nourish that. Take the next logical step. Keep on keeping on.

    Until next time. Hang on to the hem of Jesus’ garment. He still heals. He still hears. He still is coming back. Be ready.

  • The best made plans . . . .

    To begin would be to state that the plan wasn’t really the best to begin with. Just a list of things that needed to get done yesterday (7.22.2025) and well that did not play out as intended.

    The simple version was that I was going to bike ride 27 miles along 6a and rail trail to Brewster Ladies Library Click Here To Visit Website As Always I recommend to anyone and everyone to visit a library and visit them often. Visit as many as you can and learn. Read. Get lost in the pages and activities etc. A week earlier I had borrowed a mobile hotspot from the BLL and it needed to be returned. From Sandwich MA to the Library it is approximately 27 miles one way. So I planned to return that and do some computer work and on return trip visit some of the beaches in Dennis as I have yet to see any of them in all of my visits to Cape Cod.

    Well none of it worked out. I had lost my keys in the campground and when I needed them to change over eBike battery on my Velotric Nomad 1 steed . . . . . . nope not happening. I was in major panic mode for about 15 minutes and even cut myself accidentally digging through my trunk bag. After dealing with the bleeding I assessed the situation and made choices. Here I sit behind a Dunkin sipping coffee and no way to change or charge a battery. Crisis #1,378,378,327.1

    I phoned the library asking if there was any way someone would be able to get to the Dunkin Donuts 3 miles down the road from the Library on 6a. After short explanation and discussion someone would arrive within half an hour to grab the hotspot saving me another 6 miles on the LONG ride back pedaling a heavy loaded ebike with a backpack on my back to boot.

    KEEP ON KEEPING ON

    Ecclisiastes 1:9 – That which has been is that which will be, And that which has been done is that which will be done. So there is nothing new under the sun. NASB

  • Land of the lost . . . . .

    Just keep the wheels spinning. Some days that is the goal. Always try to set the goal higher and accomplish a bunch of things but lately all it seems that I have accomplished is to lose some needed and expensive things and a lot of inexpensive things that just start adding up after a spell. Peddle on.

    Sometime between the 4th and the 11th I lost my brand new first ever pair of prescription sunglasses, my rechargeable bike pump, french press, lower dentures LOL and other odd items. Added on top of the blood sucking greed of most vendors and establishments on the cape mixed in with the just usual losses like a bath towel, coffee mate and a shirt or two.

    All of this loss has added to the chaos that I am experiencing on a moment to moment basis inside my mind and just trying to survive the day. Learning. Major learning curve. Getting to do more with less. Enjoying cowboy coffee for the ease of it all. That is a major thing. I am used to drinking a 32oz coffee in the morning. Every day. And a 32oz tea or coffee sometimes in the evening. My migraines increase when I am low on caffeine or whatever else is in the java. So I try to support all the businesses I can but I cannot afford to pay for all the coffee I could drink and leave a tip to boot.

    Enough of all of that. Had some great slogs the past 48 hours. I rode from Sandwich MA to Brewster MA and set up a camp at Nickerson State Park. Beautiful ride. The scenery everywhere is just awesome splendor. Gods majesty painted for all to enjoy who can see and even feel it without eyes. Something about the outdoors always seems to help. Even if just a little. To get through the day.

    And that is part of what this blog is all about. Getting through one more day. One more minute. One more second. All while evading and battling the darkness that is always knocking on the door or busting in through all the windows and doors, One more day. Hope. Hope for tomorrow. Hope for change. Hope for a better day. A better me. A BETTER WORLD.

    My ultimate hope lies with Jesus. Yeshua if you like to use proper names when you speak with someone you love. Admire. Honor. The only good in me is Jesus. Without him there is nothing. For me anyway. It is Him and Him alone who has gotten me this far. He promises to take me all the way. And, well, I am holding him to it.

    Be strong for today. Reach out. Talk to someone. Hug a stranger. Go to a different coffee shop. Break the normal. Because, between you and me, the normal of today is not anything normal. Society is breaking down. All around us. It hits everyone. All classes. Some just quicker than others. May God help us all on each of our journeys. May God bless you with the full knowledge of His Son Jesus and you too can stand on The Rock.

    Until next time. Keep on keeping on. Never give up. Nothing can replace you. No one can replace you. If you feel like all hope is lost please dial 988 from any phone. People are there to help. Grab the lifelines when you need them.

    If you can afford to help The Quest I am on please understand I do not ask for anything that is outside of any means you may find yourself in. If you are blessed and can help buy me a coffee or help with all the expenses and needs for what lies ahead on The Quest. That will all be shared shortly in some videos and a dedicated page of what has been on my heart heavy for decades, And its time to unleash the vision and put the hurts I feel to something much bigger than I ever imagined possible. Soon. All will be revealed. Lord willing and the creeks don’t rise.

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