<![CDATA[Road Trip on Scooter from CO to AK - Blog]]>Sat, 26 Dec 2015 03:08:26 -0800Weebly<![CDATA[Where It All Started..]]>Sat, 18 Jul 2015 04:01:03 GMThttp://www.robsruckusroadtrip.com/blog/where-it-all-startedI thought I would share how and where my journey in sobriety began. After my last night of drinking I decided to quit everything cold turkey. After four days straight of being awake and unable to sleep or relax I finally decided to go to the health center at CU. I had a cut on my leg where the stitches had ripped open and I thought my cut must be infected and that was the reasoning behind my irritability and discomfort. This is where I met nurse Mary McQueen. After she examined my cut and patched me up, she declared my cut was fine but there definitely was something wrong with me, she just couldn’t put her finger on it. It was then that I decided to share with her that 4 days prior I had quit drinking and smoking abruptly. This is when she became concerned for my state of being and strongly urged me to go check into the alcohol detox center in boulder county (aka- the drunk tank). I'd been there before. All I knew was, there was no chance I was going to go back. I had also missed an important presentation I was supposed to give in class and was hoping nurse McQueen would be able to help me out with a note explaining my situation. Her response was, “first you need to get yourself help and then we can talk about a doctor’s note.” She clearly wanted to help me, but I left the health center feeling absolutely hopeless --  I wanted help but I didn’t know where or who to turn to. I remembered my boss, Sue Dangel, I worked for her at the UMC security and thought maybe I could go to her. Why? Simply because she resembled a motherly figure, always compassionate and understanding, so I decided to head to her office and explained to her what nurse McQueen had told me and how I feared for the worse; I may be an alcoholic. Immediately she was comforting and it was right then where she took me downstairs in the UMC (CU’s Student Center in the heart of campus) to this quaint and cozy room where the Collegiate Recovery Center had just opened the month prior. As I walked into this room I was overcome with a sense of ease and relaxation, there sat the director, Danny Conroy, along with one of my classmate’s, Jake. I broke down in tears and shared with them what I had been going through, and that all I wanted to be able to do was stay sober for reals this time. But I had one condition- I wasn’t going to any of those 12 step meetings because “no offense, that’s for old people like you." That is what I told Danny and he will never let me forget it! He said there was no requirement that I do that, and simply suggested that I start hanging around the center and meet kids that are living a sober life and see how they were doing it. That is exactly what I did . It was through the support of all the kids I met through the center that helped me persevere through a lot of difficulties I encountered in the beginning. If it wasn’t for the community in the CRC and the people that helped lead me there, I honestly don’t know if I could have been able to do it. Certain people are placed in your path for a reason. From my experience all I needed was an open mind and the willingness to ask for help, and to return that favor, which allowed things to change for the better. 

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Sue, Jill, and I at the UMC at CU
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<![CDATA[WHAT A RALLY! $20K as of today!]]>Thu, 16 Jul 2015 03:11:18 GMThttp://www.robsruckusroadtrip.com/blog/we-did-it-we-passed-20k-todayWOOHOOO! For those of you following along on my crazy shenanigans, you know that throughout my trip I have been raising money through a crowdfunding campaign to create a scholarship fund for students in recovery at the CU Collegiate Recovery Center at the University of Colorado-Boulder. I wanted to give back to the community that helped me when I first got sober. My goal was to raise $20,000 by the time my campaign ends on July 18 when I am in Anchorage. A crazy dream, right?

Well... I popped out of the Alaskan wilderness briefly today to find out WE DID IT! With three days still left in the campaign, we reached $20,000 today!!! There isn't ANYTHING more amazing than seeing how you all rallied for me and made this happen. This journey has become so much more than I could have ever imagined; 200 donors from all over the country, constant encouragement from loved ones and strangers, and most of all the lasting impact of how you all helped me learn how to love myself by helping others. I am so grateful!

I heard there were some hiccups with some people trying to donate and not being able to enter the amount they wanted - the techs are trying to get that fixed by Thursday, so please try again on Friday July 17. It only happened with certain browsers, but I'm sorry if it inconvenienced anyone!

My dad is flying up to meet me in Anchorage and the campaign will officially close at midnight on Saturday July 18. So if you or someone you know haven't donated yet and still want to - there's time! Click here to go to the crowdfunding page.

I'll be sending my next post from Anchorage!


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My face when I heard the news we made it to $20K!
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<![CDATA[Shoulder to Shoulder, WE WILL Fight, Fight, Fight, Fight, Fight!]]>Wed, 08 Jul 2015 04:21:45 GMThttp://www.robsruckusroadtrip.com/blog/shoulder-to-shoulder-we-will-fight-fight-fight-fight-fightAs I left Seattle headed to the Canadian border, several feelings and questions rushed about my mind; This is the part of the trip I’ve been waiting for! I am scared to be alone. I hope I see a bunch of bears! Will I figure out what I want to do after this trip? 

As I approached the Canadian border I was on the phone with my sponsor talking about my progress thus far and my expectations for this trip. We talked about a step in the program I have been working, and how I’ve been stuck but it was necessary to complete in order for me to grow.  When our conversation ended my mind was full from thoughts, just because I had been sober for 20 months my mind still obsessed about drinking and a lot of my habits had yet to change. At this point in my life I was finally willing to work the program that this sober fellowship had offered. I was convinced that this trip in itself would give me enough “thinking” and “alone time” to figure out my issues and prepare me for the next phase of my life. This idea proved to be wrong. 

Once I arrived at the border I was hassled by border patrol. They hounded me with questions as they were convinced I brought “legal marijuana” since I was from Colorado. It probably didn’t help when they asked if I was employed and I enthusiastically replied “NOPE! I just quit my job and have been riding this scooter for the past month!” After being there for an hour and a half, I was finally released and headed towards Vancouver. Immediately I ended up getting lost since I didn’t have google maps navigating my every turn, luckily I ran into a fine Royal Canadian Mounted Police officer who was awesome and hooked it up with directions to a much more scenic route than I originally planned. I scootered off and soon unexpectedly found myself in downtown Vancouver. It was dark, blue, red, and green lights lit up the city and I was screaming with joy at the top of my lungs! That is until I realized I still needed to find a place to camp in the dark. I made outside the city to horseshoe bay and searched everywhere until I found what I thought was a tucked away camping spot. Since I knew I shouldn’t be sleeping in this park and it was already 1 in the morning so I didn’t set up my tent and passed out in my sleeping back.I slept for maybe 3 hours until the sun came up and I realized I was in the middle of a playground with people walking their dogs and looking at me like i was a hobo, not exactly tucked away as I had thought in the dark the night before. 

I was then off headed up Whistler, scootering at a steady 20 mph uphill. This is where I truly entered the Canadian Rockies, they jutted straight up with jagged gnarly peaks still blanketed in snow. From Whistler to Bell 2 lodge where they run a hell skiing operation I got to see some of the most beautiful scenery I had seen so far. My friends Bill and Karen were awesome and hooked me up with 2 nights at this lodge where I was able to sleep in a bed once again and chow down on some ribs instead of the usual oatmeal or sometimes if I’m splurging I’ll throw a snickers bar in my oatmeal! From there I backtracked to Stewart Canada and went up and slept next to Salmon Bay glacier. It was 20 miles up this dirt road where a landslide scattered boulders across the road, luckily my scooter was able to weave in and out with ease. From there I was the only vehicle that could access this section of the road so of course I pitched my tent in the middle of the road and gathered the biggest stumps I could find and had an epic bonfire while watching the sun set tuning the sky bright pink while bringing out the deep blue of the glacial ice surrounding me. The next day I broke camp and was off to my next destination, Prince Rupert where I would catch a ferry to Haines, AK.



Ever since I stopped drinking my life has gotten better but I felt as though I plateaued and my hope was this trip would be the solution I have been searching for. I had been struggling with being happy, I was in the middle of Canada -surrounded by turquoise streams, bald eagles catching fish right next to my campsite, and mountains that I could not stop awing at. Yet I still wasn’t on cloud nine like I expected to be. When I made it to Prince Rupert I was able to call my girlfriend. We had a conversation and she helped me realize why I was on this trip- it’s simple, “I need to learn how to love myself” self-confidence is something I’ve always struggled with. She said something that caused a major shift in my perception, “I think you think you love me more than I love you and that is not true. I just wish you loved you as much as I love you” once she said that, different things started to “click”. In Prince Rupert I went to a sober fellowship meeting where I met a few guys and the instantaneous fellowship was mind blowing- one guy named Matt offered me a place to stay, another guy Drew then drove me to where I had my camping gear (15 miles outside of town-45 minute round trip) a third guy Ian told me to come over and hang out the next day while Matt was at work. The instant feeling of acceptance and random people offering their service was almost overwhelming at first, it blew me away. The last night I was in Prince Rupert I was talking to Matt about how I was using this trip to try and figure out what I am going to do next in life. He casually responded, “you just gotta do the steps and everything else will fall into place.” Later that night i was off to catch the ferry at 3 am where I waited in line for hours, I even passed out with my head dangling over the handle bars. I was taking the ferry from Prince Rupert to Haines, AK and would get a break from scootering for 3 days. I was stoked for this experience. 

As I finally boarded the ferry I grabbed all my gear and raced to the top deck in order to secure a good stop to camp out for the next three days. The night before I met a kid named Zach who was part of a summer camp and filled me in that all 30 kids in this camp were going to be camping out on the top deck for the next three days. From the instant these energetic crazy 16 year olds boarded the ferry, the crew and passengers knew they were in for headaches and insanity. On the other hand, I was stoked to be with a bunch of rowdy kids, pulling pranks on each other left and right, and causing a ruckus. After being sternly reprimanded too many times to count and almost kicked off the ferry, these kids did the impossible, they had the entire crew and all the passengers fall in love with them. Their sheer opennessess and willingness engage in genuine conversations brought the best out of everyone they came into contact with, including myself. On the last night we spent together these kids put on a talent show and one of the crew members that had been reprimanding them just the day before joined one of the kids, Justin in a “mother/son” dance. Jacob, Evan, Joey, and Connor asked me to be a part of their group and to do a dance with them, of course I couldn’t turn them down, we ended up getting 2nd in the talent show! Later that night they invited me to join in in their daily reflection, where we went around the circle sharing our favorite experience of the ferry and what we had learned that will help us to grow. When it was my turn to share I didn’t share about all the humpback whales and dolphins I saw not to mention the countless amount of eagles and beautiful island scenery, the reason I originally took the ferry. My favorite part was being able to connect with so many of these kids. Being able to talk to kids that are nonjudgmental and engage in every conversation was something that was comforting beyond belief and I slowly got used. What I couldn’t get used to or hardly believe was hearing some of these kids tell me how I had impacted their trip so much and they will remember me for the rest of their lives. I mean, I know I will never forget that these kids showed me how it truly does not matter what difference you have between another person, we all are able to listen to each other and sometimes that is all that’s needed. Alaska is a big state, but it is a small world so hopefully I’ll run into these kids again! 

After a bunch of farewell hugs and goodbyes from these kids I scooted off the ferry and at last I had made it to Alaska; Haines, AK to be exact (still 1,000 more miles to go). I got off the ferry a little bummed that I was back on the road all alone, so I decided to hang out in Haines and hit up a meeting later that day. Little did I know, this meeting was about to help me realize exactly what I needed out of this trip. 

During this meeting I shared that I thought I finally could put into words, why I was on this trip- “to learn how to love myself.” I talked about not being sure what the formula is but I have been trying and been unsuccessful at completing these steps and maybe that is what I need to do because all the techniques I’ve tried, including this trip have failed. After the meeting I had two kind ladies, Diane and Sue both offer me a place to say. I ended up crashing in Diane’s airstream she had parked in her front yard. Along with the offers to house me a guy Joe came to me and offered to take me through the steps. Apprehensively I told him I’d think about it and I left to go drop my gear off in Diane’s airstream. Later that night I met up with Joe and I realized how many different things had to fall into place in order for me to meet Joe and for him to offer to help me out. So I became willing to hang around Haines for a bit and work the steps with him.

Although I did a lot of work in Haines, I sure as hell had plenty of time for exploring and fun! Through a string of crazy events, I met a dood named Joshua up here in Haines who was also a CU alum! He is up here in Haines working on the final chapters of his novel Maven The Raven. We instantly connected and a few days later we fund ourselves on a sick hike that lead us up to a look out over the entire town of Haines and the several inlets surrounding it. Also a few guys I had met on the ferry met up with us on the 4th and we watched the mud volleyball tournament and listened to music as we watched the fireworks while chowing down on some fresh Dungeness crab that joe had caught. The fireworks were alright, it wasn’t quite dark enough because the sun never entirely disappears up here but the scene surrounding all these festivities was hilarious! All the local kids were running around with bottle rockets shooting them everywhere without a single adult reprimanding, actually they were shooting off plenty of fireworks themselves, after the city firework show ended is when the real fireworks began and you could start to see random mortars exploding in the air from different streets all around town, the booming and banging carried on all night long in this small town of 2,500 people.  My time in haines has been my favorite time this far on the trip and now i am headed off to anchorage, still 1,000 miles more to go. I’m off and headed into the yukon to camp tonight, hopefully I’ll see some moose and some grizzlies from afar!! 

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<![CDATA[July 07th, 2015]]>Wed, 08 Jul 2015 03:08:33 GMThttp://www.robsruckusroadtrip.com/blog/july-07th-2015<![CDATA[Canada EH!]]>Mon, 15 Jun 2015 19:17:08 GMThttp://www.robsruckusroadtrip.com/blog/canada-ehI made it to Seattle, and I drove my scooter right up onto a boat like a BOSS! well, a ferry but still, like a BOSS! 

So when I wrote my last update i was in a coffee shop looking like a hobo with my gear scattered all around me as I typed away, now I am sitting at the University of Washington in seattle and I feel right at home with all the recent grads walking around campus all beaming with smiles.
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University of Washington Library
Last week we hit $14,000 and CU extended the length of the campaign until I reach Anchorage on July 18th, so that means people will have the chance to contribute for another month! My personal goal is to be able to raise $6,000 more dollars so we can reach $20,000! The way I see it is, we can help an enormous amount of kids at CU with that goal. Imagine giving a toddler a bag of M&M’s and a shot of adrenaline, now that’s the reaction I picture when we give a kid one of these scholarships! 
In Northern Cali I hung out with my cousin for a couple days as he showed me around Humbolt County. I’ve never been in a place where the mountains ran directly into the ocean with abrupt drops off cliffs and waves smashing into them. We rallied around the mountains in his jeep which felt like a ferrari compared to my 12 horse power scooter. After chasing cows, checking out the California ranch land and wildlife, and chilling on the Cali cliffs, I took off and headed up to Redwood National Park. After being off the road for a few days I seemed to forget how a slight drizzle will get you completely soaked while scooting, so thinking I was tougher than mother nature I refused to pull over and put my rain gear on until it was just too late. I was completely drenched, I’m not going to lie, the thought of peeing myself in order to stay warm didn’t just cross my mind but took a squat and settled for a few hours. Then even better things came my way, I lost my rain pants, got caught in another downpour, then ended up running over 3 nails and was stuck on the side of the highway with a flat tire. Semi trucks were whizzing by at 75 MPH, blowing my crap everywhere, including my glasses right off my face where I ended up stepping on them- yeah if I had a bomb, I would have turned my scooter to dust and I would have been hitch hiking instead!

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Franco and I in Portland, OR
As I continued up Highway 101, gorgeous views of the Oregon Coast were around every twist and turn  and at a steady 25 MPH I was able to enjoy every second, maybe even a few seconds too many. I then scooted inland to Portland and stayed a few days with my buddy Fanco where he and his dad helped me replace my back tire and his brother Nick helped show me some pretty cool workouts to keep my ass in shape, because all I do all day is sit  and scoot! 

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When the wind blows I barley go 15 MPH- Oregon Coast
After cruising around Portland I headed up towards the Olympic Peninsula in Washington and slowly made my way to Seattle. This is where things got AWESOME, I mean riding up onto a ferry was a sweet feeling, but getting to see my buddy Mick and meet my dad’s cousin and his family for the first time who opened up their house and even more so their hearts was just what I needed before I take off into Canada. 
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About to cruise onto the FERRY! Scooters load first since they're so manly!

Today I am headed into Canada where I won’t have a phone for 5 weeks to keep in touch with my friends and the people I love. Last night when I was talking to one of my best friends she helped me calm down and instead of being scared and sad that I was going to be isolated, I was able to realize that this is the time for me to work on myself and learn how to be more content and happy with who I am and do a little “soul searching” so to speak. To be cut off and have time to just think away from distractions is what I wanted and why I chose Alaska as a final destination. I knew that north of the border i would be tested. Not to say I haven’t been thus far, I just have had THE best friends in the whole world rooting me on and sending visual messages that helped pick me up. I know everyone will still be rooting me on and just thinking about that will help me out more than a lot of people can even understand. 
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My friends always have my back-WWTD & PARDEE ON!
A lot of people ask me why the hell are you doing this, and I still don’t quite know exactly-but I’m sure over the next few weeks I will have come up with some deep, thoughtful answer, and if not.. well shit, maybe I should figure out my next adventure! 

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This street sign would've been mine if it didn't weight as much as my scooter
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Photo courtesy of Mick- Seattle, Pikes Market
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Elk in the Redwoods, still bigger than my scooter
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pardee on clowns
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Oregon Coast- This photographer James Conrad was snapping pics and I asked him to take mine!
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rockin' out in the rain
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<![CDATA[Lewis and Clark on Scooters]]>Mon, 01 Jun 2015 00:09:06 GMThttp://www.robsruckusroadtrip.com/blog/lewis-and-clark-on-scootersSo the Crowdfunding Site at CU went down for a few days but now were are back up and running. I was able to get them to change the goal and we are now SOO close to $14,000 -- our next goal is to reach $25,000. The more we raise, the more scholarships we can create. Every dollar helps! If this scholarship fund reaches $25,000 in its first five years, the university will be able to extend the scholarship’s lifetime by setting up a quasi-endowment. This will ensure long-term  support for students in recovery at CU-Boulder who are working hard to get an education and stay sober.

Click HERE to donate to the CU Recovery Scholarship Fund :)
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The Pacific Coast off Humbolt County, CA
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Stoked on my Rain Gear- Dishwashing gloves & Grocery Bags
So I was stuck in the middle of the Nevada desert, not in the greatest head space, on HWY 50 which is also referred to as “The Loneliest Road in America”. I had Lake Tahoe on my mind and if I could just get through this rain I knew I had a warm open house with a bed to curl up in. So I slapped on the dishwashing gloves, duck taped some grocery bags around my feet, and scooted off on a mission- 355 miles to TAHOE! After 14 hours, countless mountain passes, rain, sleet, snow, red bull & coffee, and the same dam 37 songs on repeat(because I previously lost my music with my phone to a vicious hot tub) I stepped off the scooter looking like the schmiegal from the lord of the rings, withered, wrinkled, and decrepit- but I had made it to LAKE TAHOE!  

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Highway 50 in Nevada- Just before the 355 mile 14 hr drive
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The first day in Tahoe I jumped out of bed stoked and ready to scoot around the lake, I snagged my back pack and went the long way around the lake on my way to South Tahoe High School. I was so excited I forgot to grab my rain gear, halfway around the lake it started dumping. In the left the house screeching and screaming I was so excited to see Tahoe and by the time I got to the school I was soaked but still stoked to hang with these kids. Immediately the jokes about it looking like I had peed my pants started rolling off these kids tongues. But then I got to share my story with these kids and they asked tons of questions about the difference between what my life was like when I was drinking and what it is like now. The class I talked to was around 25-30 kids, the biggest I’ve talked to yet which made me really nervous to share with them. The way they payed attention to what I was saying and how they engaged in an actual conversation was pretty moving which made me feel at ease and got me to that level of “stokedness” I am always searching for.  

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STHS around their mascot the Viking
I spent an entire week in Tahoe exploring and met a few guys that invited me to play golf with them which was pretty heart warming. Their actions had me start thinking about all the different people on my trip that have helped me in all sorts of ways so far. It all started from day 1 with my friend Marc drove from Steamboat to Vail and met up with me halfway, where he pulled over a few different times and snapped pictures as I passed. Later when I made it to Steamboat he met up with me and brought me some reflective tape to which made me more visible to passing traffic- my mom would have loved this guy! Then you have my buddy Alex in Steamboat who let me crash at his place, and when I showed up he had a fresh full crockpot full of delicious chilly ready as well as my tent he had picked up from the store in steamboat. He helped me set it up for the first time and then the following morning when I went to talk at my first school on the road, both him and my brother came to support me while I talked, this was crazy, it made me ooze with “stokedness” and those warm feelings doods never really talk about! 

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Blake, Alec, and I- Salt Lake City, UT
Just in the first week I started to realize how much people care about people in their lives, people will take bullets for their friends, drive hours upon hours just to see their friends, nothing more than to just be there with their friends, something incredible to think about-just how much the concept of friendship means to people. I had some friends in Park City Alec & Charlie who housed and fed me, completely unexpected and they gave without thinking twice. Asking for help is something that I hate doing, I have no problem helping out people but becoming a burden to someone by asking for help is something I never like to do. The actions by these people, many whom I haven’t known for long, blow me away and make me realize that inherent nature of people is to be helpful. When I got to Salt Lake City,my friend Fonz offered his house up to me even though he was out of town- then Blake drove 11 hours just to come hang with me, that’s it- we had no plans other than to kick it for a few days. The first night he was with me was when I found out my buddy Logan had passed, I was so grateful that Blake was there to listen, help me out, and just be there with me. There are so many other people along the trip thus far it would make your eyes fall out reading about them and your hearts burst with joy to know about their kindness, but I want to keep you alive and able to read so you can continue to follow me along this journey! 

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Jumping off the sign in the Shasta Trinity National Forest in California.
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Snow on top of the Pass in Lassen Volcanic National Park, CA
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Outside the Cotopaxi HQ- home of the best gear & their philanthropic attitude is inspiring beyond explanation
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My polaroid at Cotopaxi next to Logan's- he was there with the homies just a week before
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Obviously the Nevada border, not so obvious- the "PARDEE ON" sticker
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Drove as close as I could get- Chased some antelope on the way!!
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Hoping the Mormons will catch on and "PARDEE ON"
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I've been pulled over 4 times- 1 for "sober swerving"; 3- for no plates!
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Stoked on the big trees- even more stoked on the cool people I met that snapped this pic. THANKS BOB & LAURA
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Lake Tahoe- Emerald Bay- I WAS SOAKED
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Shoe Tree- Off HWY 50 in Nevada
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<![CDATA[There sure is a lot of smelly road kill out here...]]>Mon, 18 May 2015 17:32:32 GMThttp://www.robsruckusroadtrip.com/blog/there-sure-is-a-lot-of-smelly-road-kill-out-herePictureLogan & I on top of the Gore Range in Vail, CO
As I prep to leave Salt Lake City, UT, I am sitting in one of my best friend's room - unfortunately he's not here to hang with. The past few days have been pretty rough. I knew this trip would be a real mental test which was a big part of the reason I decided to do it on a scooter. I wanted to push myself both physically and mentally, I just thought that time would come a little later, like once I was in the middle of nowhere in Canada. Well I sure as hell was wrong, I got hammered with rain for 150 miles while in Utah, a drive that lasted 7 hours and proved that I wasn't as well prepared for the rain as I should have been, even though I had garbage bags rubber banded around my feet, I was still soggy as a leftover meatball sammy. My rain pants had some issues and my ass was completely soaked, my "waterproof" gloves, not so waterproof. Once I got to Park City I thought I'd treat myself to a nice dip in a fancy hotel's hottub and snap some pictures of me doing so, well that was brain fart, I dropped my phone and there went all my pictures from the first week and communication for the next few days.

Oh, it continues- the next day I had to get from Park City to SLC, I could take the back roads as I planned or make the brilliant decision and head down the sketchy I-80 over a pass and into SLC. Scared shitless and trembling I took I-80, I wanted to be able to see one of my best friends before he left SLC for the weekend, and I-80 was the shortest route. Through snow and rain and dodging blown out tires and trash in the shoulder, I made it into SLC only to be too late to see him. Feeling devastated and defeated, a lot of dark thoughts started rushing into my head. "F%*& THIS, I don't need people in my life, I can do this and anything I want all by myself with nobody's help, why am I even doing this trip??" 

These are normal thoughts that rush into my head when things don't go as expected in my life. I get lost in my own head, and forget why I am here and what is truly important, and sometimes it takes something to happen to get me back down to earth. Well sure enough something happened, my mom called me that day and told me my good friend Logan had drowned in a kayaking accident. That did it. Right then I was brought back down to reality and remembered that life is about pursuing your dreams and being able to do what you love. Logan died while filming a kayaking movie up in the Pacific Northwest, I was hoping to meet up with him and the crew when I finally scootered up there. I have lost two other close friends, both doing what they loved. My friend Tony (pardee on) passed while skiing in an avalanche and Todd (WWTD) passed after hanging out with his best friends and saving another friend's life. I share about these other two kids because now I have three doods upstairs watching my back. 

So yeah, I knew shit would go down while I was on this trip, I knew I would be tested, NO I didn't think I would be alone scootering while thinking about the passing of another friend. Maybe this will help me to think deeper along this trip and make me be  more aware that I do need to ask for the homies upstairs to help guide me along this trip. To turn this sad sappy post around I want to talk about what my buddies upstairs have already helped with during this trip! So when you see some pics with the WWTD shirt and the Pardee on shenanigans, just know that is my way of reminding myself and others that we've got homies up there watching out for us guiding us the whole time! (my next post will be all about how I've been hooked up so far from my DOODS upstairs!)

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Smiling because I do have THE best friends in the world
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The Scooter packed after camping near the Utah-Colorado border- before the rain!
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<![CDATA[One State Down!]]>Thu, 14 May 2015 06:24:13 GMThttp://www.robsruckusroadtrip.com/blog/one-state-downToday I woke up from my first night of camping out on the road, it took me close to 2 hours to get my gear all packed up and back on the scooter. Mind you, I ate 6 oatmeal packets and made sure to enjoy every raisin they had to offer. Stuffing my -20 degree rated sleeping bag in its sack isn't an easy task either, needless to say I need to work at getting more efficient at this whole packing up and hitting the road dealio! As I was rushing to pack up, it was raining in every direction all around me, and I only got hit by ONE drop of rain. Thanks Todd & Tony for looking out!

As I scootered along I came across this guy, Dave who has been riding his bike and living on the road for the past 7 months! I chatted it up with him about different nomad tips as the police stopped to ask if we were alright, no need to run from the cops this time ;) 

As I got into Vernal, Ut I knew that the schools were too busy for me to talk to so I decided to give the juvenile detention center a shot. I walked in and talked to the director and she was kind enough to allow me to share my story with some kids there. There were two kids in particular that I was able to connect with, sharing our stories about how we had tried to stop smoking and drinking but there was never really an excuse big enough to turn down a chance to get high with our friends. Exhausted after being on the scooter for 6 hours, that was all I needed to get me back on cloud nine! Tonight I am balling out, I'm at a KOA campground sleeping on lush grass with stars sparkling overhead and geeking out on the laptop,  'not exactly roughing it' ;) haha 



1st Camp Site!
Dave- @DavefromTWJ
I flagged down this Australian guy to snap this photo!
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<![CDATA[Full STEAM Ahead! ]]>Tue, 12 May 2015 19:17:30 GMThttp://www.robsruckusroadtrip.com/blog/full-steam-aheadToday (May 12th, 2015) is the first full day of my trip! Yesterday I left Vail and made it to Steamboat Springs. I was met by my friend Mark along the way who snapped some photos of me, and quickly sped off in his car to rejoin me in a few hours in Steamboat. 

Today I went and shared at Yampa Valley High School with some pretty RAD students. It was my first stop along the way. Even though I was nervous as can be - the way these kids opened up reminded me why am I doing this! 

After leaving the school I said my goodbyes to my brother and my buddy Alex and it is off towards Utah!! 

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<![CDATA[Scooter Launch! May 11th, 2015]]>Tue, 12 May 2015 19:08:22 GMThttp://www.robsruckusroadtrip.com/blog/scooter-launch-may-11th-2015I got out of bed this morning after a restless night of night of sleep, thinking about all the things I still had to accomplish before I left today. After some chocolate fudge brownies (breakfast of champions), I set out to complete my packing and figure out how the heck I was going to fit 2.5 months worth of gear on my scooter. My family rallied around me, scrambling through out the house searching for last minute necessities. Then of course, came the always stressful family photo, you know how it goes ;).- I love you dad haha


After several tear jerking goodbyes, I left my family and hit the road. Only to stop 10 different times to cheer myself up by saying goodbye to friends. OFF TO STEAMBOAT! Tomorrow I will be hanging out with Yampa Valley High School, the first place I am stopping along the way! 



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FAMILY PICTURE!! May 11, 2015
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My life for 3 months!
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ALL PACKED UP!
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