Saturday, June 27, 2015

Crossing Delaware Memorial Bridge

...at 5:40 pm in steady rain. Arrival at 7:00 or so. Maybe.
-- PJC
Patrick Joseph Clements
Teacher
Peddie School
Hightstown, NJ 08520
609.290.4864

Re: Success in DC!

Made it into DC for the mall tide, all before the sky opened. Good karma. All good. On the road home about 2:15







-- PJC
Patrick Joseph Clements
Teacher
Peddie School
Hightstown, NJ 08520

Success in DC!

Made it into DC for the mall tide, all before the sky opened. Good karma. All good. On the road home about 2:15. PJC
-- PJC
Patrick Joseph Clements
Teacher
Peddie School
Hightstown, NJ 08520
609.290.4864

Re: Soggy morning at Greenbrier SP

-- PJC
Patrick Joseph Clements
Teacher
Peddie School
Hightstown, NJ 08520
609.290.4864


On Sat, Jun 27, 2015 at 6:38 AM, Patrick Clements <pclements@peddie.org> wrote:

But we're packing and heading to Cracker Barrel to start the DC final push. All good. 
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-- PJC
Patrick Joseph Clements
Teacher
Peddie School
Hightstown, NJ 08520
609.290.4864

Soggy morning at Greenbrier SP

But we're packing and heading to Cracker Barrel to start the DC final push. All good. 

-- PJC
Patrick Joseph Clements
Teacher
Peddie School
Hightstown, NJ 08520
609.290.4864

Atop Blue Ridge Summit!

Everyone made it up Blue Ridge Summit! Quite a personal challenge, and one impossible a few days before. Another 20 mikes of rollers for about half the tribe, and a closing campfire talk. All good.

-- PJC
Patrick Joseph Clements
Teacher
Peddie School
Hightstown, NJ 08520
609.290.4864

Nicholas Massenburg on riding in Pennsylvania

I think the gods release these winds

As i push up hill.

Like the lost ones i want nothing

But to go back,

But concurrently a feeling of need,

Desire,

A passion like fire

Keeps pushing the tire that would so easily

Give up.


To my left, fields of what we call nothing.

They stir little emotion

for us,

But reality says different.

These fields glide on the wings of an Ill understood dream.

They make and break peoples lives when they cease to yield.

People we ignore.

People we forget.

These fields make me remember that they're

Here.

They make me forget the violence

And broken silence

Of the ways of our established world.

I can breath here and actually smell

Life, stirring without worry.


And so i push on,

Uphill,

Through heaving breaths of the freshest air

Ive ever known.

And my sweat lands in the grass,

Its water providing nutrients for the crop.

And as growth takes host,

I soon become one with the land.


But still,

Through these fields,

I found something more devout than Mennonites

Something more serene than the Amish.

Something deeper than myself.

I found America.

-- PJC
Patrick Joseph Clements
Teacher
Peddie School
Hightstown, NJ 08520
609.290.4864