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Stage 4 – Brunswick, GA to Jacksonville, FL – 59 miles

i Mar 4th 6 Comments by

The last day was the best of the trip. It was 31 degrees when I left at 7am, but it warmed up quickly. The sun was strong and I had either no wind or a slight tail wind. There was very little traffic and a big shoulder most of the way. Feels good to have done this ride, but this was NOT the trip I had planned.

Usually my journals are “The adventures of The Road Rider and The Dutch Plodder”. I’ve decided to title this trip “The travels of The Border Collie and Son”.

A few years ago Jeri and I went of vacation with our friends Jeanette and Brenda. We spent the week in a condo, sat in the sun, ate good food, and had great conversation. (Well Jeri, Brenda, and Jeanette had great conversations. I spent most of the time lost because they would change topics every 2-3 sentences and I was regularly lost). Anyway at one point I came back from the store and they all laughed at me when I walked in. “What’s so damn funny?” I asked. While gone Brenda had commented the the other two that Jeff must have been a border collie in a past life because he is only happy when he is working. I was a little disappointed because I would rather be a Rottweiler but I must admit she is right.

It was very clear over the last 4 days that I come from good breeding stock. My Dad is a working machine. He hauled my bag in and out of our room, scouted out the route ahead to find the best roads and stops, and went all the way back to the start to get the box I needed to ship my bike home. (That was a 5 hour round trip drive!) Whenever I suggested he head home he absolutely would not hear of it. Last night at dinner I tried to thank him for all his help. His response, “I am glad I could help.” Then he added (and this is the absolute best part of the entire trip) “I learned something though. I learned that I would much rather be on the field.” That is just so cool. After 74 years he is still saying “Put me in. I want the ball!” I hope I can be that kind if person when I am 74. Thanks Dad!

So this trip is in the books. I road 252 miles in 4 days, used all my cold weather gear, and never took my camp shorts or my short sleeve shirt out of my bag. Along the way I traveled with Kate for two days and Jack for two days. (I put their names on the flag that I always ride with. I’ll post up their stories in a couple days.) Despite not being able to ride, I was also able to hang out with my Dad for 3 nights. I do not have anything else planned right now, but am already scheming on riding the UP of Michigan this summer. Probably only do it, however, if The Dutch Plodder can come off the injured reserve list and get back on the field.

SHINE! The Border Collies Son


  1. Ashlee
    March 4, 2013 at 9:38 pm

    Great ending! Thanks Jeff for continuing to model what it looks like to pursue a passion. Love you lots!

  2. Jeff Webb
    March 4, 2013 at 9:57 pm

    Excellent, your Dad is still teaching you, I hope my kids will still be learning from me as well as life goes on.. I know the next trip Dutch will be back in the game!

  3. jmulder
    March 5, 2013 at 12:55 am

    From Jenny Fortner – Do you know the song, “Centerfield” by John Fogerty? It is one of my all time favorites. Reminds me of growing up and some of the best times with my family watching my brothers play baseball inbetween my travels for basketball.

    Anyway, sounds like it could be a theme song for one of your next rides with your dad- “Put me in coach… I’m ready to play today. Look at me. Gotta be Centerfield.”

  4. Jeri Mulder
    March 5, 2013 at 2:10 am


    I love your journals. You put on “paper” thoughts that I only dream about hearing come from your mouth. Thank you for sharing them in such a special way πŸ™‚


  5. Steve Graff
    March 5, 2013 at 11:34 am

    Great story of your journey Jeff. I most enjoy reading how you’re able to capture time with your dad. “Making Memories” as my sister calls it.

  6. Larry Mulder
    March 6, 2013 at 7:07 pm

    I just finished reading the last of your logs on the Charleston to Jacksonville trip. They are very fun to read especially when you tout my presence one way or another. I was honored to drive your sag wagon for a few days. It is so good for you and I to be able to connect like that from time-to-time.

    I was also reminded subtly that in real life you are about at least 4 miles an hour faster than me. Thanks for slowing down like you do when we do bike together.

    You’re a good writer. Thanks for sharing with me,

    I love you, Dad


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