Who is Tuck?
We’ll tell you in a moment.
But first, a glimpse of today’s travels.
What we saw of Chubbuck wasn’t much to look at. Imagine this Google Earth image, filled with chain stores and whizzing cars.
Yet we saw something memorable. This morning a motorized parasail roared overhead.
At dusk, we explored the town. We arrived at the Soda Springs Captive Geyser (created by accident in 1937 by drilling intended to find hot water for a commercial bathhouse) just in time for its hourly eruption. It’s impressive. And reeks of sulfur.
Now, who is Tuck?
Tuck lives in Soda Springs.
And, although it pains me to say it—kangaroo puppets do not like dogs—Tuck is cuter than Jeffrey and me put together.
Just because Tuck is a dog.
Jeffrey and the Ride have a doggy history. When Jeffrey was Channel 1 New Yorker of the Week for our 2012 Ride to Nashville, he told the videographer that it wouldn’t go to his head because he knew the previous week’s honoree was Wally, a dog. The videographer got a faraway look and dreamily said how cute Wally was.
That’s OK. Jeffrey knows his place.
Which brings us to the point.
Tonight, Jeffrey’s place is indicated by the purple arrow.
The Rides have two main purposes.
One is to talk about refugees, asylum, immigration, and Human Rights First, with people who aren’t ordinarily exposed to these topics.
The other is to raise money for Human Rights First, so they can leverage our contributions to defend human rights, increase justice, and help repair the world.
Our talking has been behind where we want it to be, due to the Mountain West’s sparse population and motor vehicle culture. We’ll keep talking for the next few days.
That part is entirely up to us.
Donations too are behind where we want them to be. Human Rights First says that with the end of the Ride in sight, we’re not yet at a quarter of our modest $50,000 goal.
That part is up to us. And it’s up to you.
We would love to return to NYC next week having made major progress on both our goals.
If you are inclined to donate, the coming few days would be a wonderful time.
Donors of any amount will be mailed a souvenir Beatles postcard, signed by Jeffrey and me.
Come back tomorrow as we cross another state line!
A singular tale of cycling the American West, Jeffrey! Is there room on your trike to bring home a jumbo can of cross cut celery to your deserving spouse? Be well, stay safe.
Growing up in Texas, I distinctly remember Luling – home of oil and gas wells. Sulphur permeated the town. I can’t imagine an entire geyser of the stuff! Keep on pedaling! Stay safe and both of you will be hopefully well rewarded….