This is our second trip across Iowa on a bike and we’re really looking forward to the party!
Last year was our first experience with the legendary ride and we’ve been planning a repeat trip ever since. This year, however, we’ll be joined by Steve’s brother Gary, which should just add to the fun. But first we have to get there!
We left Tuesday morning and drove to Albuquerque. Like last year we got in a good ride on Albuquerque’s great bike trails. This year we did about 24 miles along the North Diversion Trail.
Our destination was the International Balloon Museum, the site of the annual balloon festival. It was a beautiful morning for a ride with Albuquerque’s famous hot air balloons in the distance. 
We then headed east towards Kansas. And, as usual, we looked for National Parks or Monuments along the way. These stops provide stamps for our National Park Passport book, clean restrooms, and education on our country’s history. Today’s stop was at Fort Union, the largest military installation west of the Mississippi in the mid-1800s. 
The site was also a major supply depot along the Santa Fe Trail and the wagon ruts are still evident to this day. 
We got our stamp, took a few pics, and were on our way. Good stop.

After a night in Dodge City we headed towards Kansas City.
On the way we stopped to see the massive cow lots outside of Dodge City
and to get another passport stamp at Fort Larned. 
Fort Larned was another Santa Fe Trail military post and depot, active in the mid 1800s. They fought the Indian Wars and protected the wagon trains coming west. It was certainly a rough life.
As we travel along the Santa Fe Trail and learn about life in the mid-1800s, we are more and more grateful for our Ford F-150 and air conditioning!
By Thursday we arrived at Gary and Kristy’s house in Kansas City. It’s always fun to see the Brynn and Hudson and the dogs Ruby and Nellie.
We enjoyed a great BBQ dinner and rolled ice cream–a real treat. Good thing the riding starts soon!
We’ll soon be in Iowa and ready to ride. stay tuned!

It’s a friendly place and we have enjoyed attending classes and using the fitness equipment. Even though almost everyone speaks French, a smile goes a long way. We have been hitting the gym for an hour or two every morning.
Friar’s Beach, the home of 
In the end we bought a bottle of coconut flavored rhum, and we look forward to sharing it with friends and family when we get home.


I loved the chicken with asparagus and sweet potatoes. 





We were almost out of sunscreen so we knew it was about time to head home. 
Steve picked the lucky one,
which was quickly turned into lobster thermidor, the best lobster he’s ever had.


On the morning of September 6, 2017, Hurricane Irma’s center crossed the island when the storm was at its peak. She swept away entire structures, ripped trees out of the ground, and sent vehicles and debris scattered across the area.
Irma killed four people and injured 50 just on the French side of St. Martin. Other islands and the U.S. saw loss of life as well. On the French side, where we are staying, as many as 95% of the buildings sustained damage and up to 60% were considered totally uninhabitable.
Nine months later, the impacts of the storms are still very evident. And, we must admit, it’s easy to get sucked in and focus only on the scattered debris and missing roofs.
The water is warm and turquoise blue. The beaches and supporting beach bars have come back to life.
Everywhere you look there are workers on the roofs and painters refreshing exteriors.
New restaurants and shops seem to be opening everyday. Even the gym we go to each day,
And the best part is the people who just keep going. Despite great loss, the locals we’ve met are hopeful, future-focused, and positive. Almost daily we are thanked for coming to St. Martin and contributing to its rebirth.