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For about a year now I’ve been investing in a distributing DVD’s.  I give two DVDs together, “Blueprint for Truth” and “9/11 Analysis.”  Here I’m recommending one of David Chandler's videos,  "North Tower Exploding."

In Glasgow in the morning, thanks to Pam's work, we had an interview with two small local newsletters, and an interview with a radio station. 

In Nashua, I stuck up a conversation with an organic wheat grower and some other farmers.  The organic farmer said he’d look at the DVD. 

Outside of Nashua, our route took us off Rt. 2 and onto a back road that dipped briefly into rich farmland in the headwaters of the Missouri River.  The scent of the corn fields, straw bales and alfalfa flowers was heavenly.  One field had maturing soy beans.  I get as hearty of a laugh on the back roads here when someone asks “Where are you riding to as I do on the back roads of Orcas Island when I answer “New York City.”  Another farmer, this one hauling hay bales, received a DVD.  People here in northern Montana are going to have some new and serious information to think and talk about when the winter cold sets in.

For the past 200 miles we’ve been seeing over-size load trucks carrying wind turbine blades heading west on Rt. 2.  I’m glad to see that somebody is investing in new wind power production.

From an interaction today, I noticed a kind of despair expressed.  The man, a wheat farmer and cattle rancher, probably wouldn’t name it as despair, but that’s what it sounded like to me.  This man declined to take a DVD – he said he wasn’t interested because he had no representation.  “I’m a white man.  My great grandparents homesteaded this land.  I pay my taxes.  I bought this road.  I live on the reservation.  I have to live by the tribal rules.  How much representation do you think I have? How much?!  I’ve got my gun.  Nobody comes on to my land without my say so.  Did you see all the Homeland Security vehicles in Glasgow?” I mentioned that I’d seen a fenced compound full of white vehicles with a green stripe, but that I thought they were border patrol.  “That’s them, the border patrol, they’re Homeland Security.”  Later in the conversation, “Do you know what this country was founded on?  Freedom.”  Then, “You know, I like you two!”  He offered us a place to stay and would have fed us dinner but we weren’t done riding for the day.  This is just one of many people we've talked with and every person has a unique perspective...this is not necessarily representative of the people here, just one conversation.

At another corner along the way to Wolf Point, I heard a voice call out, “Do you want a beer?”  I stopped and declined the beer but accepted a bottle of cold water.  After about twenty minutes of socializing finally a woman asked why we were riding across the country.  We gave her a DVD.  Heading into Wolf Point the sky was spectacular.  We finally rode into Wolf Point at dusk.

I delivered DVD's in the morning to the city police and to the fire department.  The county sheriff in Wolf Point gave the DVD back, said he wasn’t interested.  He looked really overwhelmed, like maybe he’d had a really rough night and too many cares on his mind.  I can barely guess what it’s like to be the county sheriff of Roosevelt County.

We crossed the Missouri River today.  The river is flowing east, but we headed south.  We’re heading south to avoid the oil-drilling boom in Williston, ND, dangerous roads and no good places to sleep, so we’ll reconnect with the Missouri in a few days, further east. 

I felt tearful for a while early in the day.  Just tired!  T
ired from working for 30 days straight without a break.  And vulnerable and exposed to the elements.  I’m aware that responding to 9/11 is too great a responsibility for any one of us to carry alone.  We need each other for company – and especially we need each other’s contributions.

I also flirted today with a sense of meaninglessness – this part of eastern Montana has continuous rolling hills, and I caught myself wondering why I was peddling over them.  This vacillation into meaninglessness was mixed with gratitude for resilience, knowing that our inner strength is greater than momentary emotions. I also felt gratitude for Pam’s resilience.  We’re both pedaling on.  All this merged into delight in the Montana wind, wind humming through the power lines and barbed fence wires, blowing tumble weeds and us along the road.

The wind picked up to 40 mph by the time we got to Circle.  It gave us speed when it was behind us.  When it was a cross wind, it buffeted us into the road.  Fortunately traffic was light.  The wind was intense – I liked the challenge of it!

A man who owned a local business in Circle stopped me on the road and offered us a place to stay for free near his , said he’d leave the door open in the night so we could use the bathroom.  I asked if I could offer him somethingin return for the place to stay.  I pulled out a twenty, and the bill whipped out of my hand and into his pocket almost faster than I could see, as he said, “Okay, but no, no more than that.”  I’m guessing that he was grateful to see the money, and I’m grateful for the ongoing flow of generosity among people. 

Pam was up early and had delivered a DVD to the fire station and the sheriff’s office.  I was glad, because I was so tired that I had decided that I was going to skip outreach in Circle.  I needed a break.  Before leaving town I had a lovely breakfast with a 
couple was celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary.  They are 30-year residents of Circle and members of the Assembly of God church. They took a DVD and said that they’d pass it along to their pastor.  The man paid for my breakfast without telling me.  He was gone by the time I discovered the gift, a sweet surprise. 

Even with sleeping on rough ground, last night mowed sage, and with a good breakfast, I’m feeling much more rested and ready to get back to work.  Donations are welcome.



 


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08/26/2012 5:14pm

Glad you like challenge!!!! Really looking forward to seeing you two when you come through the area! I'll send some money to help out tonight.

Happy peddling tomorrow!

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08/27/2012 3:09pm

I grew up near Shelby and Cut Bank, and I know how monotonous and endless that East-of-the-Rockies landscape can be. But keep on keeping on ladies ... you are such an inspiration! Don't doubt for a minute that you are doing something monumental for truth, probably the greatest cause of all. Thank you for every pump of that pedal! :)

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Rena
08/27/2012 7:11pm

Thanks for the encouragement! I didn't find east of the Rockies to be monotonous at all because the people were so welcoming! But Montana is big. We thought we might make the Montana border today but had a headwind so it was slow going on the road...we're now just 8 miles from the border.

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