Rob Greenfield Thunderstorm

Severe Thunderstorms and Tornadoes: Day 40

It was time to make a choice. Outrun the storm coming my way with a tornado watch in effect or take refuge in the barn that lay in front of me…

05/29 (Day 40)

The severe thunderstorms that were predicted to slam my tent with rain and hail during the night never came. When I awoke at 6:00 I was surprised that I hadn’t been awoken during the night to a good pummeling by Mother Nature. Still tired I was glad to be up early to go online and catch my story on the news. First I checked my phone though and had already gotten a text from Alissa saying that the SD card had malfunctioned and nothing was recorded. No big deal though because she said she’d drive over to Hastings to do the piece again. I was glad she was coming to reshoot because I think it will be an interesting piece for the people here in Nebraska. I don’t think they get overly exposed to content about making the earth a happier healthier place.

The city park was such a pleasant place to spend the morning. I had set up my tent right next to the kiddy pool, which wasn’t filled the for the season yet, but did however fill with some water from the morning rain and made for a good spot to wash off. I packed up and Alissa was at my camp before 9:00 to redo the piece. It went better then the first time and it was a good excuse to see her again. She’s really pretty. She brought a big smile to my face this morning.

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Barefoot Pedaling and Heavy Winds: Day 33 and 34

05/22 (Day 33)

My body felt as if there was a party balloon full of happiness expanding inside me ready to burst as I pedaled along the open Colorado road bare foot and bare chested.

Inspired again to be on my bicycle, I was flooded with joy. A bike is a magical thing and I often find that I can cure any boredom, or sadness of any sort just by getting on a bike and going for a ride. It’s fun, good for you, and good for the planet. What a great combination.

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Rob Greenfield Bees

Bees, 97 Miles, and Overcoming the Darkness: Day 24

“So much inspiration churned inside my body that on the surface shivers erupted and my eyes were on the brink of exploding with tears all throughout the day.”

05/14 (Day 24)

Shivers of inspiration ran through my body from head to toe all throughout the day as I pedaled up and down the green Colorado hills. On multiple occasions tears formed in my eyes, more often as I was flying down hill or jamming out on flat land then when I was climbing the grueling hills. Jack JohnsonTrevor Green, and Xavier Rudd along with educational sustainability podcasts inspired me to keep on pedaling through the intense heat and in turn to keep inspiring others to live a happier healthier life.

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A Little Bit of Luck: Day 16

05/05/2013 (Day 16)

Tears of thankfulness and appreciation streamed down my cheeks this afternoon as I pedaled across the western Utah desert thinking of the people that shaped may adolescent self into the man I am today. Particularly the tears came when I thought of my mom back in my hometown of Ashland, Wisconsin. I have so many people to be thankful for and for so many of them I did not realize it at the time they were in my daily life. Every one of the approximately 842 million seconds I have lived on this planet has lead to me being exactly where I am today and every one of the 100’s of thousands of human interactions I have had has made me who I am and effected my actions and words. In the moment you can’t know why something is happening or what you will get out of it. However, looking back on the people that have come in and out of my life and the experiences they have created for me brings deep feelings of appreciation to what I call my heart. I am the man I am today because of each of the people that have entered my life whether it was just for a day, a semester in school, my childhood, or decades.

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Days Blurring Together: Day 7

Update on bottom of this post:

“I knew I was going to make it when I started to take notes with pen and paper while ascending the Sierra Nevada’s.” To all those who think you can’t, YOU CAN!

(Day 7)

The days have blurred together. My comfortable home in San Diego seems like another life. I can faintly imagine my brown couch in my living room and vaguely remember my life back home. I am fully immersed in this adventure and everything else’s has ceased to exist. I’m sure that 4717 Santa Cruz still exists but I can’t fathom myself residing there or even conjure up an image of what my roommates might be doing.

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