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Bicycling Home; My Journey to Find God ~

This is a mystery story, an adventure story, and a love story. It all begins on March 15, 1976—I am 27—when I pig-out on a plate of pale, runny, scrambled eggs at my mother’s house. This is the beginning of a raging, terrifying food addiction that ultimately leads me to God after an agonizing and blissful ten-year search that includes a 1,500-mile, solo bike trip to the Grand Tetons, which I believe is somehow related to my search. The story is about following my heart on a mysterious journey.

See photos from this trip.