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Mon, Mar 3, 2014

3/3/2014

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Hello from Loja, our final resting spot in Ecuador. Our trip from Cuenca proved to be as challenging as we thought. We had a few short days with huge mountains to climb and camped out in the rain quite a bit. Seth got sick again (luckily we were already in a hotel), and we ended up thumbing a ride to Loja.

Here are a few pictures from our last leg of the journey.

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Kelly's bike loaded, conveniently resting against a humungous rock wall.
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Our first night camping south of Cuenca. The road off to the left is the Pan American Hwy. Yep, we were that close and that exposed, but it was the only flat land we could find that wasn't farmed.
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Countryside along the way....can't see it in this picture, but we could see how far we had climbed.
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It's definitely pretty in these parts. And you can see Kelly's bike resting against Seth's bike. This is how it's typically done -- this is the most stable so that Kelly can get off and do things like refill water bottles or get snacks and such....
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Kelly getting the stove together for a nightly dinner. We had rice and lentils on this night, Seth's 31st birthday. It also happened to be one of the best camping spots of the trip -- secluded up an old dirt road that was deserted.
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The view of the valley from our secluded campsite. It was beautiful that afternoon but in the morning, we could see nothing but the clouds hovering over us like a weighted blanket.
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The common area of the hotel we decided to splurge on -- a hot shower is amazing after days without running water and being in the cold rain. Plus they had super sweet staff and this is where we were when Seth got sick. Not a bad place to be "stuck." They even had great satellite TV with English channels!!
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This picture doesn't do justice to the length and magnitude of these climbs. Can you see the tiny buildings up on the hillside to the left?! We had come flying down that hillside, only to climb right back up here.... It's a common theme in the Andes. Up, down, up, down, up, down.....
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This is Leo and his dad with Seth. They are the gents who gave us a lift from the roadside all the way to Loja (about 100km). They spent 8 years in New York, too, so even spoke English. They were so kind, our guardian angels.

Sorry for the short post -- not a lot has happened, but figured it'd be good for people to know our status. Tomorrow, Wednesday, we board a bus for Piura, Peru. Then we'll bus through the coastal heat to Trujillo, where we'll be meeting up with a good friend -- Jared. He's coming with a fresh attitude and food from home. We can't be more exited -- friend, food, and a new country!!

Also, an article was just published in Women's Adventure Magazine, written by Dana McMahan (thank you, Dana!). She did a story on Kelly, you can check it out here:

https://s3.amazonaws.com/external_clips/565327/portlandtopatagonia.pdf?1393869376

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Jay Parr
3/4/2014 06:57:32 am

I'm writing from Ottawa Canada where it was -20C last night.

You met my friend David George on the road between Cuenca to Vilcabamba, Ecuador. David is just kicking around and studying Spanish as he goes. His fourth language. David sent me a picture of you and directed me to your website. I've sent a small gift thru PayPal.

Your courage to take on this feat is impressive. Being disabled (I'm sure you hate that word but ...) is not what it used to be; there are so many possibilities for a normal lifestyle. When I was 6, in 1951, my father was hit by early stage MS. He lived another 25 year is continually declining health. As a teenage care-giver I sometimes told myself, "If you don't like today, get on with it because tomorrow will be worse."

The terminology of the time labelled Dad a "shut-in". There were no social supports or conviences available. There was a "Shut-ins Club" once a month, if you could get there. Society was not comfortable with people like my Dad. I was even embarrassed if I had to tell someone about my father. All wheelchairs were alike HEAVY and only meant to move someone to and from a bed. No thought was given to going somewhere ... He had been a gregarious business man who worked 12-14 hour days managing a large bakery (factory) and saw everyone as a friend. Then he had nothing and it was rare that he saw anyone other than my mother and I.

Oh how he would have benefited from an electric wheelchair ... He would never be home, if he'd had one.

So get out there and get it done. I'm proud to have met you even in this way.

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