Wind
chimes in morning,
ripples on the great lake
humming through branches and mainstays,
lifting tattered prayer flags
to the ancient timbre of perpetual Om

Lake Superior South Shore near Port Wing

Jacques Meets Marie in Minnesota

While packing up to leave the small town of Farmwood, Minnesota one early morning last week we were pleased to notice that Jacques, who has been shy about his English until now, was out chirping and chatting with a new friend, 'Marie'. Jacques and Marie have exchanged email addresses and, fortunately, have wings to get around on.

Like Jacques, we have made quite a few new friends on our journey, most recently in the idyllic and friendly village of Cornucopia, Wisconsin on the pristine south shore of Lake Superior. After a terrifying passage through Duluth and a suffocatingly hot ride northwest onto the penninsula, we decided to stop in Cornucopia for lunch and a short swim in the icy lake.  Instead, we wound up camping there for the night at the marina, were treated to a spontaneous music fest (fiddles and banjo), and a Reggae concert at the local Tiki bar -- all part of Cornucopia's 4th of July festivities.  Proof positive that a long haul bicycle trip is not all sweat and callouses.

At last, the Mississippi

Mississippi River near Grand Rapids, Minnesota...
For weeks on end, it seemed as though we would never get to the eastern border of Montana, then came the plains of North Dakota.  The winds have been relentless, thunderstorms have threatening, tornadoes bypassed us, tires and brake pads worn dangerously thin. Then suddenly we were in Fargo sipping capacinos at the Great Northern Bicycle Shop and at last within reach of the headwaters of the Mississippi. Thankfully, the winds have been mostly at our backs and somehow our legs have agreed to keep pressing on. We've met some wonderful people, both in the places along the route and, increasingly, fellow cyclists along the route, with whom we exchange stories and gain valuable advice. Great to meet Sam (UK), Leo and Stephanie (France), Jeff (Vermont, USA), Jackie and Ted (Bemidji, Minnesota USA) and  to the lone cyclist  in  a  red  shirt  who gave us the tip on where to stay in Fargo.  Looking to dip our wheels in the cool waters of the Atlantic in some 6-7 weeks.

Grand Rapids, Minnesota...

In case you are wondering who the two young men in the 'Williston to Fargo' slideshow might be, our son Eliot (right) and his pal Alex (left), who were good friends and next door neighbors in Amherst, Massachusetts, decided to take a train ride across the country to spend a few days hiking and rafting with our daughter, Alysoun, in Heron, Montana.  We knew that the west bound Amtrak Empire Builder would stop in Williston, North Dakota for a few minutes so scheduled our ride to get there just at the right time, just enough for hugs and photos.  It was well worth the effort. We hadn't seen Alex for 10 years -- he is now three times as tall as when we knew him in Amherst, and Eliot is our anchor man in Stratham, New Hampshire.  Planning to have the cooler of champagne ready at Rye Harbor when we arrive there, to dip our wheels in the Atlantic, hopefully in about 6-7 weeks.

Si l'ete est pluvieux et morne

Many thanks to our good friend and fellow traveller through life, Jaya Conhye-Soobrayen for pointing us to the beautiful work of Haitian poet Jacques Roumain (1907-1944). The following is an excerpt from Bois d’Ebène. For more verses, please see 'Négritude et Créolité' by Lise Willar at Aux rives de la francophonie


Si l'été est pluvieux et morne
si le ciel voile l'étang d'une paupière de nuage
si la palme se dénoue en haillons
si les arbres sont d'orgueil et noirs dans le vent et la brume
si le vent rabat vers la savane un lambeau de chant funèbre
si l'ombre s'accroupit autour du foyer éteint
si une voilure d'ailes sauvages emporte l'île
vers les naufrages
si le crépuscule noie l'envol déchiré d'un
dernier mouchoir et si le cri blesse l'oiseau

Would anyone be willing to translate for English-speaking readers? If so, please send as a comment or email to jbrollinghome@gmail.com

Jacques Points the Way to Hope

Hope, North Dakota...19 June
Heading east toward the Minnesota border, Jacques reminds us that the purpose of the Long Haul for Haiti Tour is to help gather support for the people of Haiti in their long and difficult path toward recovery from the devastating earthquake of January 2010. We have recently received news that the the young ACFFC artists (who created Jacques) are helping to create a Memorial Wall to honor those whose lives were lost and pave the way toward a brigher future  for all. Thanks to Jacques, we reached the town of Hope, North Dakota and were not only warmly welcomed there but given refuge  from a severe thunderstorm before setting out on our way to Minnesota. To find out how you can help the children of Jacmel reach Hope, please visit ACFFC Website. Every dime will go directly to the cause. If you can't afford a dime or are suffering from 'donor fatigue' please consier sending us a poem, a song or a prayer. Thank you!