Our little colony of biking nomads completed our last morning in Helena today. Left behind was the historic downtown living we had grown so accustomed to, the one dollar laundry, and the political motion of the capital city. As we pedaled northward out of the valley, our physical and educational destination seemed somewhat more tangible. During the ride, I partook in a slow speed pile up, of which I came to realize I have participated in each of the last 3 crashes. A fear, equivalent to that of a quigacious episode, raced through me as I dreaded that my points would be taken from me, however such was not the case and we carried on gleefully.
This morning we listened to law professor Mary Wood on Public Radio. The subject was climate change and accompanying action to be taken by the citizen (us). Her approach, a paradigm shift on our current approach to action, is to treat the atmosphere (the medium for global warming) as a public trust that government has an obligation to protect for its trustees (citizens). The message was also that it is up to the citizens of our country and this planet to ensure that action is taken on the federal level to address and mitigate global warming. Solution-oriented policy that is imposed by the federal government is critical and will be spun from awareness and pressure from all citizens.
We were confronted by the awesomeness of the wind this morning. Big sheets of headwind came pounding down on us, mile after mile. It blew across the tall grass meadows and over the roads we travel sideways and upside down. As we rode on, north through the green grass valleys, the wind became a tailwind sailing our bikes onward. A tailwind creates a stillness often unfamiliar to us bikers, the constant stream of air filling our ears is gone. It opens up the sounds of the grass blowing, the birds, nature, water moving and the tires turning. Only the bending of grass reminds me again that the world is not still at the moment.
We rolled on through the valleys with shale cliffs exposed red and awesome. Our English gent, Adam, whom we are traveling with, spoke fondly of the resemblance of these windy valley dirt roads to the English countryside, a rather pleasant thought indeed. Warm air, cool air, the wind carried the smell of sun-baked soil as the sun cooked on our backs. Pronghorns ran circles in the field and eagle crows passed above our heads. It was a welcomed ride and as I sit here beside the Missouri River, the sun is falling behind the hills. I can’t figure out why all education is not experienced like this. My mind rolled along right with the bike, blowing wind and past the hills today. I thought of energy in this country and policy; how will I fit in with my new outlook and knowledge I’ve harnessed thus far?
Devin Trainor, Humboldt State University







