Crossing California

Hey everybody!

Here’s the long and short of things so far: We started with our feet in the water in Point Reyes National Seashore in California. Unfortunately, most of the Point Reyes area from the seashore almost all the way to San Francisco was made up of trails that were just a little too small and narrow for our carts.

In the process of figuring that out, one of our carts broke and Lindsie happened to roll one of her ankles. Not exactly the best start, but it could’ve been worse. Thankfully, we were able to make it to the Point Reyes Hostel in one piece. There, we spent the night, reassessed things, and got a ride into town from a VERY kind woman and her daughter so we could buy replacement screws for our cart. (Thanks Melinh and Malaya!)

Lindsie’s parents actually drove back to Point Reyes to help us get out of the national park in one piece, and, as a result of having to reassess things, we shifted down toward San Francisco and started on the western most part of San Francisco just west of Golden Gate State Park (but don’t worry, we still started with our feet in the water).

Once we got going in San Francisco, we said goodbye to Lindsie’s parents for a 2nd time and began a big loop around the city (which took us right up by the Golden Gate Bridge, once again). Then, thanks to our good friend Hugh Weber, we made a connection with Jessica Henry, who graciously put us up for the night in her San Francisco apartment. Needless to say, it was a huge blessing, as there’s really nowhere to camp in San Francisco and hotels (even grungy ones) are incredibly expensive.

After staying in San Francisco for the night, we trekked over to Oakland on our way to Berkeley. Lindsie’s 2nd cousin, Thomas Francis, lives in Berkeley, so we had a good 9-10 miles of walking to do once we got off the ferry in Oakland. We walked up Market Street in Oakland and met a great guy named Lamarr Couttien who kept telling us how inspired he was by what we’re doing, and we were thankful we had a chance to talk with him and be inspired ourselves (good luck with your next step in life, Lamarr…we look forward to staying in touch with you).

From there, we pushed our carts up some absolutely BRUTAL hills (hills have now become our worst enemy on this walk) to reach Thomas’s lovely home, where we set up our tent in the backyard and enjoyed some well-deserved rest. In fact, due to some blister injuries and route readjusting, we ended up staying the night again.

Which brings us to this moment. We’ll leave Tom’s tomorrow morning for Vallejo, California as we continue on our journey. We’re hoping one of the churches in Vallejo will be willing to put us up for the night so we can get a good night’s rest. Otherwise we’ll probably need to find a safe place to set up our tent before we’re up and moving again in the morning.

To say it’s been a crazy couple of days would be an understatement. Thankfully, God has continued to provide for us, whether it was through Melinh and Malaya’s timely generosity, Lindsie’s parents’ never-ending generosity, Hugh’s eagerness to help, or Jessica and Tom’s incredible hospitality. We feel so blessed already and we’re excited to be on this next portion of our walk as we continue across California.

All in all, we appreciate everyone’s support and encouragement so far and we can’t wait to share more updates with you.

P.S. – If you’re following along with our journey and either live in the Vallejo, Fairfield, or Vacaville area or KNOW someone in any of those areas who might want to put us up for a night when we come through, we would be incredibly thankful. We know we might end up having to snag a hotel room at worst, but anyone who would even let us set up a tent in a backyard or sleep on a living room couch would be a huge blessing. (We’ll even wash dishes or vacuum the floor as payment.)

Feel free to contact (or have someone contact) Mike’s phone at 605-521-6762 or you/they can email StormingJericho@gmail.com.

Thanks again!

Today’s The Day!

Thanks to Lindsie’s incredible parents, we’ve been able to spend the past two days doing some sightseeing in San Francisco. We’ll upload some of the sweet pictures Lindsie took (and a quick video that we shot yesterday) so you can see what we saw.

The good news is that it’s now official: the walk starts today (Tuesday, June 12th). We’ll have more info & updates for you soon, but we wanted to post a quick heads up for now. (Plus, I just wanted to share some of Lindsie’s awesome photos.)

We’ll be walking by about 1:00 this afternoon, and we’ll be on the road for a year, so feel free to say some prayers and leave some words of encouragement in the comments section (or over on the Facebook page).

Thanks for all of the amazing support so far. We can’t wait to see what God shows us/teaches us/provides for us in the next year.

-Mike (and Linds)

God cares about the little things…

This is a story about how God takes care of us, no matter how dire a situation might seem.

Here’s the background info: Last week, Lindsie and I had been frantically packing as we prepared for this walk across the country. We’d gotten 90% of our stuff into a storage unit, but we knew there was one thing we wouldn’t be able to store: our gigantic, very heavy, hand-me-down sectional couch that had been in my family for 12+ years now.

Knowing we wouldn’t be able to store it, we wanted to at least find a good home for it. We don’t have any friends in need of a couch, so we took the next best step and tried to drop it off at a thrift store, hoping someone could then buy it cheap and use it as thoroughly as we did.

After desperately trying to acquire a truck to move this massive couch, we finally got one last Tuesday night. Lindsie and I had exactly 5 hours to pick up the truck, move the couch OUT of our home, load it onto the truck, drop it off at a thrift store, and return it to its owner…all by ourselves.

Unfortunately, we were met with bad news. No thrift stores would take it because of ONE small tear in ONE seat cushion. So we figured we’d take it to a dump. It was now about 7:30 pm, which meant we only had 2.5 hours to get the couch dumped and the truck returned. It also meant that the dump was closed for the night.

Feeling very defeated, and not sure where we would put this gigantic couch of ours (we weren’t dragging it back inside, and we essentially had to be moved out of our apartment entirely by the following day), we decided to focus on moving other large things with the truck while we still had time. Lindsie and I both said a quick prayer asking that God would help us get rid of it. We didn’t think we could deal with the burden of having to re-acquire a truck and try this all over again the next day. We were reaching our desperation point, to say the least.

Just before we left to move the other items, I suggested we put up a “FREE COUCH” sign next to our burdensome couch. You know, just in case. As we were putting the sign in place (as in, literally setting it down next to the couch), a couple that happened to be walking through the alley next to our place saw the couch and said, “Free couch? We’d love to take it, but we don’t have any way to move it.” I looked up, amazed at the convenient timing and said, “We’ll drop it off for you. Whatever you need. We just have to get rid of it before 10 o’clock tonight.”

“Well I’ve gotta call my buddy to make sure we can take it, so I’ll let you know when I talk to him.”

We exchanged numbers. About 2 hours passed. It was 9:30 and we only had about 20-ish minutes to load the coach and move it wherever this guy needed it delivered. IF he even ended up taking it in the first place.

Then, at 9:35, the guy called me and said they could take it. We just had to drop it off. After saying a quick prayer of thanks, we loaded it up. As an added blessing, their house was only about a block away from us. After a quick unloading (and a nearly-destroyed back), we returned the truck around 9:52 pm, with 8 minutes to spare.

The point of this story is simple: even in our greatest moment of desperation—a desperation you might not understand from simply reading this story, but would definitely understand if you’d been there with us as we met with defeat over and over throughout the night—God was watching out for us.

Who knows what would’ve happened if we’d asked Him for help sooner? We might’ve gotten the couch off our hands in a matter of minutes. But either way, the fact that things aligned so perfectly is far too convenient to be coincidence.

For starters, we almost didn’t even put the “FREE COUCH” sign up. Then, if we’d put it up either 3 minutes sooner or 3 minutes later, we would’ve missed the people walking by entirely. And if they’d walked by without us there, they wouldn’t have offered to take it because they wouldn’t have had a truck to pick it up. It just so happened that they were walking by RIGHT when I was able to tell them that we would drop off the couch for them. Then, they were finally able to take it off our hands just MINUTES before we had to return the truck to its owner.

All in all, it’s too incredible to be coincidence as far as we’re concerned.

God is pretty amazing. Especially when you just trust Him to be amazing for you.

As a quick update, we’re in South Dakota, preparing for our walk. Ten days from now, it begins. Crazy, right?

We’ll have more news and updates soon.

-Mike