Adam Wilkoszarski

Journal entry 20:

Journal entry 17:

"We woke up next to a dam on the river and the temperature dropped to 6' so we packed up quick. We were at the height of the clouds. We rode through them with the sun breaking through - it was amazing. Then a bit of a grind against the wind on gravel roads cutting through the prairie. We had lunch by a lake in a reserve on the border of Idaho. A nice couple from the camper gave us a whole kettle of boiling water. Then we continued uphill and in the wind all the way to Idaho. In the first town we came across we made dinner by the supermarket. Tortillas with spicy salsa and vegetables. Then quick shopping and got on our bikes to escape the storm. As usual we managed to camp just before the rain. For breakfast the same as for dinner <3. Kamil ate all three of his cinnamon buns in one sitting"

Journal entry 42:

"We started out from Grants slowly. Before leaving, we stop at a coffee shop in a revitalized old-school gas station. We order coffee and a cheese and egg bagel. Matthew and his Native American daughter start a conversation. A white veteran from Somalia and Iraq. We talk about the world, the war in Ukraine, and "corporate bullshit". We set off toward Pie Town through the canyons. We have no energy at all, but after a meal we gain momentum. We enter vast plains, where hundreds of thorns dig into our tires. We set up camp in the wild on the gravel road to town. The sound of coyotes accompanies us all night long."

Journal entry 15:

"More than two weeks on the road! We packed up camp, freezing, and set off on a beautiful road with mountain views. Montana delights with its vast landscapes. We meet about 10 more cyclists. Two are riding from Alaska to Cape Horn. We manage to avoid the storm in the ghost town of Bannack State Park, where we drink coffee, make dinner, and relax. The next 20 km are very pleasant and we end up in a pub at the roadhouse in Grant. A great woman serves us iced tea, salad, and a grilled cheese sandwich with fries. Great views of the mountains with wrecked cars in the foreground. I see a bald eagle for the first time. We head to a nearby ranch to pitch a tent and take a shower. Another cold night lies ahead."

Journal entry 44:

"We make ourselves a leisurely breakfast and I eat the rest of the blueberry pie. We set off on the trail and fortunately the sun quickly sets behind the clouds, providing relief at noon. That day, there is absolutely nothing waiting for us except for one point where we can get water - a church by the road. Right behind it, probably the largest open space we have seen so far opens up before us. I have no strength in my legs and it is very windy, but the views make up for it. We come across a hunters' camp, who after a short conversation invite us for dinner. They give us two cold beers each and a burrito! What a feast!"

Journal entry 48:

"Anne greets us with coffee served in a cup with the image of Jesus and scrambled eggs with green chili peppers. We set off towards Las Crusas. The asphalt road is straight, long and boring. At the gas station we eat and change Beja's inner tube. We pass several kilometers of freight trains. We try to change the route so as to avoid the road, we turn into the desert, which turns out to be impassable. We wander among the sand and finally end up on the highway. When we find ourselves at another gas station, our thirst is quenched only by the third drink taken from the fridge. Ahead of us is the goal in the form of a city surrounded by mountains. We pass poor neighborhoods and reach our host Dan, who turns out to be an angel. We finish GDMBR!"