Dispatches from the road: alone

Dispatches from the Road by Bill Poindexter

Alone 

There’s something very romantic about traveling solo

by bicycle and being self-contained: carrying my camping equipment, tools, clothes, food and water. I guess you could say I’m more of an old school bicycle traveler as I don’t carry a bicycle computer, I prefer a map and compass, sense of direction intuitiveness and common sense. I anticipate certain dangers, and therefore know how to self rescue-as I don’t put anybody else in danger. I do like to travel alone. But I can’t say I’ve ever been really alone, like a solo sailor in the middle of the ocean, or maybe like one of those people that do solo Arctic trips, or may be like adventures of the past who would head into the jungles by themselves, or across the desert, or live in a cabin in Siberia in winter with no one around them. And I wonder what that alone is. But with that I will say that on many of my trips I’ve been alone. I’ve slept in areas where there was nobody around for miles. I think the farthest I’ve ever been from a town was just over 100 miles not to say there probably wasn’t somebody living closer than that and definitely a road near were the one I was on. But traveling alone is relative to where you are and what your situation is. I’ve been on roads where I saw no other sign of life for a day and a half and at some point, I pulled off into a field or a forest and laid my bedding down and fitfully slept under the stars. No anxiety just me in the universe. But traveling solo scares me I’m not scared of the wilderness or of people or wildlife. I’m scared of those dark caverns inside my head those locked up thoughts of doubt, guilt, regret, self loathing, memories of things I wish would just stay locked up, and that I could forget forever. That’s what I fear. Even though I can distract myself with singing a song or making up a story in my head. Just being in the moment and appreciating that I’m alive and able to do what I do which is travel extraordinary distances by bicycle. And occasionally sometimes Fear has a way of creating stress and anxiety, and sometimes that can manifest itself into physical issues like, erratic heartbeat, an anxiety attack, nausea, diarrhea, neck, pain, vertigo, I fear those physical attributes as just an inconvenience and with proper self-care… Usually a few deep breaths, and a little bit of time, maybe some water and food and rest those issues will pass, but it’s being on the road mile after mile sometimes for me up to 100 miles a day maybe a little bit more but most days is 40 to 60 that’s enough. And it’s that self talk self encouragement and if really alone it’s just saying to myself “what’s the worst that can happen“ I guess just dropping dead? But typically my friend when I’m on the road and I’m solo I’m alone but I’m not lonely. I marvel at the earth around me and my bicycle rolling over a crunchy gravel road and animals and all the nature. Things, “visions” show themselves while traveling solo, especially when you’re on the loneliest part of the road, and you start to drift into another plane/Universe/dimension. It’s like that moment between being awake and sleep you get into that Zen zone and it’s almost like you’re flying, or leaving your body. People pay good money to have those experiences doing things like LSD, or Ayahuasca, or mushrooms, but I do that by traveling long distances on my bicycle. And at the end of the day I pull off somewhere, lay my bedding down eat some food, make a hot drink, slip into my sleeping bag, fully content, knowing that everything I need at that moment is with me, and no matter what happens I’m gonna be OK, and I drift off to the stars, maybe the sounds of critters, and the smells that are around me like-sage, pine, arid desert smell, and my eyes slowly become heavy and hard to open, and I fall asleep, with a heavy sleep. I wake in the middle of the night periodically, because sleeping out under the stars is different than sleeping in a confined space and I where can I look at the stars in listen to the wind or to the stillness maybe a beetle walking past me, ignoring the  little being perhaps the hum of a mosquito, looking for supper, and I fall back asleep content that I am at home on my planet as insignificant as I am, I feel at that moment like I’m part of everything all at once. And I wake up first light a bluish hue that turns into a golden hue, and then the sounds of the life become prevalent. And I get up and I pack my gear up and I roll-on alone alone into the solo wilderness. Thanking god for my short existence.

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Peace and love, Bill

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About Bill Poindexter, author, adventurer, philosopher 

Although Bill has been writing his whole life, he has in the last 23 years made a name for himself, writing about his lifestyle, living without a car, bicycling and walking every year for transportation and then also traveling by bicycle to various locations and writing about his experiences on the road experiences with food, culture, his own fears, the people he meets along the road, and what he observes in the world, in terms of nature and humanity. Bills has had an extraordinary life living life on his own terms for the betterment of humanity. The planet to Bill is pretty important too. Bill speaks the truth, no matter what the outcome.

Dispatches through Time in space

Dispatches 

 by Bill Poindexter

January 5, 2024 2:59 AM

Time and space 

Dear friend, 

Hard to believe another year gone by. I wanted to thank you for reading my words. I don’t expect you to read them all the time when I send out dispatches out or rants.

 I appreciate you reading my words as that in itself entrenches my writing desires. The older I get, and I’m 60 now, I realize that I’ve always been a writer/story teller. Today I was re-reading some of my dispatches from my bicycle tour from Kansas City to Yorktown Virginia via the transamerica Trail as I am organizing, a book about that experience. The dispatch amused me and brought back some fun memories. 

I’m laying here in bed, holding the phone in my right hand dictating this I’m laying on my right side Coyote my oldest cat I think she’s around 15 or 16 now the black-and-white one you’ve probably seen pictures of her she’s tucked into my right side up against my chest and draped over my right arm holding the phone and my left arm is wrapped around her. A cold night outside, the weather’s been a little strange it’s been kind of a wet cold without the rain or snow but every morning there’s a lot of frost out there and when I go out to feed the squirrels, stray cats and the birds, I can feel it in my bones. I woke up many a morning on the bicycle tour with that wet cold feeling. 

 I generally would wake up between two and four, doing some writing like this, or in my journals with my pencils. If I hand write, I like writing with the pencil, there’s  something about a pencil in the way it feels on a piece of paper that I like and I prefer writing in a journal blank pages versus one that has lines on its paper.

I’ve never been one to be organized in a traditional sense -organization to me is having the lot on the table in full view so I know where everything is to me that’s order to other people it’s called clutter. 

I also have a cup of hot, tapwater coffee, freeze dried maxwell house I think it is. And this coffee always sends me back to military school as a 14 year old boy. It was a rough time for me, being alone, becoming a man I’m sure you know the story of me getting hazed that first couple of months I was there. I’ve written about it a few times, but as I got used to the school there I would wake up in the middle of the night as well, the time from bedtime around 1030 to 620 was my time I relished and like now I would get up in the middle of the night and write at my desk looking outside the window listening to the woods and words, sparking my imagination, and even then I would go down to the bathroom to pee, and get some hot water from the tap and come back up and make myself a cup of coffee with freeze dried coffee, if I had it. And like I said, I would either write, or just think, or maybe read a story, and at that time I would read stories of ghosts in haunted houses or stories of great white hunters in Africa and their adventures, or stories of explorers. Military school had a good library not in the amount of volumes, but the way it was set up and that it was easy to find books and it wasn’t a large selection, I mostly would skip the card catalog, then walk down  the dusty  isles reading the titles until something interesting pulled me in. Many of the books had that old smell to them and had not been checked out for decades, at least the books I wanted to read. I liked that very much as I felt the books were in hibernation and waiting for someone like me to come wake them up. It wasn’t like cheap books of today the fall apart easily. These were books with proper bindings and thick paper the kind they were made to last a long time.

That was back in 1979 along time ago. 

One thing I learned in military school was how valuable my time is as the school was very structured so almost every hour of my day was taken up with something, so my free time was between 1030pm and 620 in the morning.  And every morning when I woke up, I would usually dread the day not that I would be scared of it, but that I would dread the structure of the school, the mundane, the ridiculous, the classes bored me, the food was awful, but I knew I just had to get through it. All I have to do is make it until bedtime and then I have my time. I still think that way whether I have a job or or just riding out a normal day. 

One of things about being on a bicycle tour is, as long as one is solo, every day is your day, and there is a strong inner voice of introspection during the long distance cycling when you’re bicycling from an hour or two after waking up until late in the afternoon or possibly sunset. And for me once I’ve set up camp, and had my supper, then I get into my sleeping bag with my journal next to me looking out at whatever I can see in my surroundings in the dark and usually angled so I could see the sky and the stars if they were out and I would be reminded in my safe little home, the tent or the piece of ground I was laying on as sometimes it would just be me on a patch of dirt with a ground pad and my sleeping bag waiting for sleep to come and remembering my day then it starts to transcend it is just me, the earth, and the universe at that moment in time and space on that patch of dirt, or in this bed, or at that military school in that bed, or at the writing desk, being aware of the past, present and future, not being afraid but embracing life. To be clear, actually, more clear it’s that feeling you have when you are outside looking up at the stars and you feel small, but yet somehow are attached to everything. And everything is as it should be.

Thank you for reading my words. 

I hope you’re doing well. It’s been along time since I’ve talk to you. Drop me a note and let me know how things are going and if you’re in the area, let me know. You’re up for a cuppa coffee and a chat. And I’ll share wonderful things with you. 

Peace and love, 

Bill Poindexter.

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My art

 My Art is simple 

My art is simple and I can’t tell you why it’s just the way I draw and write. But I love the simplicity that much I can say. With my words I write, but I don’t write too much, no fluff per se I like to write so the reader can use their imagination and play , it’s the same with my drawings stick figures at best but I’m OK with that and so one hast to guess what they’re looking at, “is that a deer or moose?“People tell me they liked my writings and my drawings and I appreciate that very much like the reader and Seer of the art -do use their imagination, and whether it’s words they’re looking at or pencil drawings maybe they can be a part of the art -be in the images and the words and maybe create their own stories and drawings. simplicity.

Bill Poindexter 

Meeting God on a bicycle tour

 

Meeting God on my bicycle tour by Bill Poindexter

As most of you know, over the last few years, I’ve been on a journey to come to terms with my own spirituality. I’ve had numerous conversations with people from all different religions, and I’ve gone in meditation, asking for guidance from the universe. And I find that when I am traveling, and I travel by bicycle on self contained bicycle tours, also known as bikepacking, if you’re not familiar with Bikepacking, just think backpacking, but on a bicycle-I’m carrying all my camping gear as well as food and water and tools for my bicycle. 

And on this particular journey, synchronicity played a big part of the whole journey coming together -everything from being able to raise/earn funds for the journey to someone loaning me a bicycle, and it was very interesting about how all the timing came together as I was originally supposed to start the journey in Canada but instead had to start two weeks later further south by taking a train to Santa Fe New Mexico, and then making my way up to Taos because of some conversations I had about Taos having a spiritual Vortex with some locals that I met in Santa Fe after getting kicked out of a hostel- That’s another story for another time. And then making my way from Taos across a vast Desert basin to the beginnings of the great divide mountain bike route, which I started at Hopewell Lake New Mexico and then I rode for the next 40 days to Banff Alberta Canada. 

This the story of me leaving Taos and it’s about an experience I had on the way to a town called Tres Piedres right at the edge of the Carson National Forest.

I woke early in the morning on the covered front doorstep of the visitor center in Taos, New Mexico. I slept illegally, probably, I might add because I was on a tight budget on the trip and there had been a thunderstorm the night before, so I decided not to camp and I figured, well, it’s a visitor center. It was closed and I slept on the front doorstep. I got up and left at first light made my way to McDonald’s where I had breakfast with some homeless people and then I did a little sightseeing around the town, but Taos didn’t do anything for me. I decided to make my way to the Great Divide Mountain Bike Route or at least get as far as I could that day. 

I met a Native American man and we had some interesting conversations. He was the maintenance man for the Rio Grande Gorge rest area, the Gorge, also known as the Little Grand Canyon, was just west of Taos. 

He was kind enough to offer me water and asked questions about my journey.

I told him I was heading to Canada, and he in his simple way said,

“Canada that’s a long way. How are you gonna get there?”

I told him I was gonna ride the great divide mountain bike route 

and he said “well there’s an easier way” 

and I said “yeah I’m sure there is.”

He smiled. “How did you get here?” He asked 

And I said well I just took the highway 

“there’s an easier way to get here to from Taos” he said 

“you just go to the end of town take the dirt road go to the second Mesa and take a right“

I said oh, I didn’t know that. But I love that simplicity, “just go to the second mesa and take 

 a right!“

We had a great conversation and shook hands and I rolled out across the basin to Tres Piedres, which is about 40 miles to my destination. It was already close to noon, and it was a hot day, and the sun high as I meandered across the desert on my bicycle being unsure of what my future was going to hold over the next month or so. I contemplated life as I rolled across the desert, I would see mini dust devils / vortexes rise, and there wasn’t a lot of traffic, and it reminded me of a scene out of Lawrence of Arabia. The movie with Peter O’Toole playing, 

T.E. Lawrence, crossing the great Desert. 

I rode and contemplated life, I would go deeply meditation and speculate on my own existence, mortality, and purpose. As I crossed the vast desert with few cars, I would periodically stop to have some food and water looking down one side of the highway and then the other with no sign of humans just the mirages rising from the heat of the day on the road – I marveled at the beauty of the desert and of New Mexico. After 2 -3 hours I started to get fatigued. I probably hadn’t been drinking enough water and hadn’t eaten enough food which is pretty normal on my expeditions -in the beginning as it takes me a few days to get dialed in on how much food and water I need and the desert itself was very hot and dry. I would continue to occasionally stop to have drink and I would look behind me, and in front of me and see the vastness of the road and see the mirages as the dust devils Danced off in the distance. I was in deep thought, and I knew I wasn’t very far from the town probably 15 miles or so, an easy ride for me. 

I was in deep thought and all the sudden out of nowhere there was an old pick up truck like one of those small pick up trucks from the 90s. It was covered with rust and there was a bunch of junk in the back. It seemed like it was going just a little bit faster than my pace, and I hadn’t heard it coming, but I caught it out of the corner of my eye as it started to pass me. 

I turned my head as it just went past, and I could see there was no back window there was an old man, skinny, scruffy looking, tanned with deep wrinkles, gray hair and a beard, and he looked directly at me, and I remember thinking he had the clearest blue eyes I’ve ever seen in my life as our eyes connected, and he smiled, winked at me and nodded and then sped off.  The look he gave me was one of comfort, that calmed me.

I had felt alone on the road and been feeling a little bit anxious and that one look that one glance, gave me comfort. I think maybe it was just that I wasn’t alone then.

I started feeling very fatigued and occasionally when you don’t eat enough or drink enough, you have an experience called -bonking. It’s where you don’t have enough calories in your body, and you start getting, very fatigued, low blood sugar, shaky, erratic heartbeat, go slower than normal and it’s important to stop and take a break.

I turned off the road into an area that was going into a sparsely populated residential area and there was a place on the side of the road just off the highway that was covered with some picnic benches. I didn’t have much water left maybe half a bottle left but I did have some food so I ate some food drank the rest of my water and I was only about 6 miles from town so I knew I’d be OK. I took a quick nap on the picnic bench. And after about an hour I felt better and got up, packed my bike. I was walking out to the road, pushing my bike, the man in the pick up truck pulled up. I think I had stopped on the road he lived on. 

He stopped right in front of me and smiled at me with those infinite blue eyes.

He grinned and I smiled. The pick up truck itself was an old dilapidated truck. Lots of rust, very old and I could see that even in the inside of the truck some of the seats were didn’t even have fabric on them. They were just rusted old Wire frames from underneath, and the man himself had a little puppy dog wrapped around his neck, who is just as happy as could be and I looked at the passenger side and saw that he had some packages and bags of stuff and there was a case of beer and 2 L bottles of vodka, and he had a beer in between his legs.

“How ya doing?” He asked 

“I’m doing good, just took a break in the shade.” I said 

“Where you heading?”

“To town, then over the the Continental Divide to ride a road to Canada.”

“Canada! That is gonna take some time.” he said laughing

“I’d offer you a beer but I don’t think you would want it.”

Actually, I did, but I didn’t want to deprive him of his stash. I asked him if he had any water, he said, no, and then I told him that was a good looking little puppy he had on his shoulders.

“ Yeah, I’m teaching him how to drive!” he explained reaching up petting the dog. “No, I’m just teasing, he’s too young to drive.”He said rubbing the dog’s head vigorously.

I just smiled and was unsure what to say. Actually, I think he was probably teaching the dog how to drive. I thanked him for stopping. And we parted ways.

I remember the comfort he gave me by that interaction, the calmness and the presence of mind. And I like to think that he was an angel or God, and that out of all the people around there this poor scraggly old man who in the desert with his dog after most likely cashing his Social Security check, was kind enough to stop and offer me help in guidance if I needed it. And honestly at that time, bonking, feeling stressed out, uncertain of the long expedition I was on solo. I was scared and stressed out physically and mentally and I was very uncertain of my future and I needed a calming voice, a calming presence. Unconditionally. And as I rode away, I just shook my head, and said, “wow!“

 I remember as I looked in those beautiful blue eyes I saw something I saw a light.

Some things are hard to explain in life. But I remember those blue eyes, which twinkled with light, like sunlight or moonlight reflecting off the vastness of an ocean. I don’t know, but in my mind, and in that moment I met,God. 

Perhaps, the God/ Universe within all of us?

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Peace and love from the road Bill Poindexter.

Thoughts from home

 Thoughts from home by Bill Poindexter

November 29, 2023 6 AM, 30°F, clear skies 

Topics:

60, cats, thinking too much, philosophy, procrastination, odd jobs, synchronicity, seer, nature, asking God and universe-What’s next?, My expeditions, and future bikepacking expeditions, what’s really important, meeting Jesus in Baja, being thankful

I turned 60 on the 27th. The last couple of weeks have been a very reflective time which is pretty normal for me this time of year but more so turning 60. I’m still in that reflective mode, probably for a few more days. 

Simply, I’m trying to figure out what I want to do, for the future, or at least the near future. Right now I’m Recruiting, working odd jobs, and writing, and philosophizing, and having a really good time with my three rescue cats and communing with nature. I’m feeling very happy at my home right now. And I’m doing a lot of thinking about myself, my life and the future of the world. The plan is right now to, do what I usually do, which is figure out a way to make some money and save a little extra, and head out on the road again and write about my experiences. Over the last few months, I’ve been studying other writers, styles, and experimenting much on my own writing. Kind of giving myself a masters in creative writing. I feel one of my callings is communication in the form of speaking and writing. So I’m going with my gut. I’m living on the edge a bit, in terms of financial security. But my painting of my life is large and vibrant. I’m used to living on the edge, I’ve always been a procrastinator, I like the feeling of the unknown, and always have the mindset of “what’s the worst that can happen“ I can’t tell you exactly why I do what I do or why I live the way I live, except that I’m true to my heart.

Life is so interesting, I feel like an observer of it. I feel very strong, mentally, and physically. If you were to ask me right now, “what is the meaning of life“ I would probably tell you to live it to its fullest try to experience everything you can make a lot of mistakes understand there is no balance there’s always gonna be ups and downs, and embrace the ups and downs, and at the end of the day show love and compassion to those around you whether they be humans, animals or nature.

Reflecting back on all my expeditions, short trips, and just my commuting around my home town, there’s always been an element of universal contemplation, you know -is there a God?

With all the weirdness of the world, it’s easy to question the existence of a higher being. With me, it seems, I’m always steered in a direction of synchronicity‘s and serendipity. That are hard to explain. From my intuitive standpoint – I see and hear everything. I’ve even been called a Seer more than once.

I find myself asking for guidance from the universe on a daily basis. Truthfully, I can’t tell you I believe in God, but I feel better when he’s around :-) which I guess means that I do believe in God?

Let me tell you a quick story: in the last decade, I’ve had some pretty cool experiences on my cycling and hiking trips. If you don’t know, I’ve hiked in the desert of Joshua tree national Park, and also on the coast of California – backpacking. I’ve also ridden my bike all over Kansas and Missouri, from Los Angeles, down through Baja Mexico, from Missoula, Montana up to Lake Louise, Alberta, Canada, and back down to glacier national Park, from New Mexico to Banff, Alberta, Canada, and the last long ride I did was last year, where I rode from Kansas City down to Springfield Missouri and then took a left turn and bicycled to Yorktown, Virginia. And this past summer I base camped in northwest, Montana, where I worked, and was able to travel around the mountains and the national forest on a daily basis. With all these experiences, I commune with nature on a very intimate level as I’m usually camping and sleeping on a patch of ground. I’ve ridden my bike in all types of weather, and I’ve met many people and had many conversations about life and what’s really important in life. I’ve also done these trips with sometimes multiple injuries either chronic or overuse injuries. And I always going out with the mindset that I need to be hyper aware to be able to self rescue if anything were to happen – which is always been a good metaphor for my life. I learned how to self rescue at an early age. I guess I’m lucky that way. And on all those trips to as I push my physical mental facilities, I contemplate my own mortality, and I find myself talking with God/the universe. And there’s even been a couple of times where I feel like I actually met, and had a conversation with angels/God/Jesus. I could be wrong, but they were both unusual circumstances and good conversations. I will be sharing those stories soon.

Synchronicity has played a large part with all my trips before and after. Too many coincidences. To give you a few examples on one trip I ask the universe for a bicycle and a friend of mine loaned me a brand new bicycle. I also called that trip the grateful trip and I was walking on a trail And I just happened to look down and there was a button in the middle of the trail that had Grateful written on it. Another time, a friend of mine, who is a very strong Christian, and a good man said he felt that Jesus was after me for a relationship with Him, and I told him, my friend that I appreciated that, but I was very unsure of my faith, and about a month later I was on a train to Los Angeles, and my seat partner ended up being a young Christian woman going home for Christmas break and she was studying at a Bible school outside of Chicago. And that trip being the same trip where I went to Mexico at the end of the trip, I met Jesus. You laugh, or show doubt, I’ll tell you the story sometime.

There’s some pretty cool stuff happening right now as well. And I wanted this post to be short, so I’m not gonna share any more today as you can tell. I’m on a search for truth. Truth is so important to me and trust me. I’m not anything special at all. I make a lot of mistakes, but I do understand truth and I write about truth and I will never ever apologize for sharing truth. I feel like I’m almost ready to go out and do a trip alone. I need to be out in nature for a long time by myself. I need to figure out a way to make that happen.

I’m interested in seeing what answers I come up with.

Well, just wanted to share what I’m thinking and what my journey is right now. I’m hunkered down in Kansas City, Missouri, I’m recruiting full-time, working part time at a bike shop, doing yardwork and handyman work for a couple of people when there’s work, I’m writing, and I’m living my life on my own terms.

If you’d like my writing or wanna hear more about my stories or my current journey. Feel free to reach out. You can comment below or connect with me by sending me an email at poindexterrecruiting@gmail.com.

Thank you for your support

Peace and love, Bill

Dispatches from the homefront

Dispatches from the homefront by Bill Poindexter

Kansas City, Missouri 

Started back at the bike shop… Just part time … It’s an interesting group of Guys … One’s a Mormon – won’t drink, the other ones an ex restaurant sommelier who had to give up the restaurant business because of alcoholism, the other one is a very passionate cyclist to develop MS and has to wear braces to walk around, and does wheelchair rugby Leagues he has all sorts of other issues, problem, including diabetes, high blood pressure… but lives his life on his own terms… Married with kids… Then there’s another guy who is a one of the mechanics who is probably used to be a semi pro racer in Colorado for mountain biking, came back to Kansas City to take care of elderly parents, who have since and died and lived his life is a bicycle mechanic, incidentally, he was reliving his youth and mountain biking the other day on a full suspension E bike and ended up giving himself a concussion. Not just once, but twice… another bicycle mechanic used to work in the restaurant industry, but didn’t like the hours he was there today today with his guitar… There was one day before I left for Montana that he went and bought some ground beef that was on sale and made us all hamburgers on a portable grill. Which I thought was a lovely gesture.… and then the manager is a ex IT who probably couldn’t find another job because he lost his main gig when he was in his late 50s. Maybe that’s why he’s so empathetic towards the rest of us… Misfits :-)

The thing I like about this place the most, it’s just everybody’s very authentic and real. Nobody makes much money… There’s no like holding back at all. We are who we are. 

I love that authenticity, and that truth…

Authors note: if you like my riding, and would like to sponsor me on my next expedition. In the first few months of 2024 I will be making my way to Mexico and crossing over at one of the border crossings and going in and meeting families and finding out about the people of Mexico and what their thoughts are about the world. I’ll be doing this solo. I don’t have dates yet, but I will in the next 30 days. If you’re interested in supporting this endeavor in any way, let me know or just kick back in keep reading. Peace and love from the road.