The good times are here. The Appalachian Mountains are done with, the flat lands of the Midwest are here. I feel like at this point we are all biking towards Champaign, Urbana and Chicago. I am heading towards San Francisco, but I am more focused on curing this home-sickness in a few days.With all of the directors and riders telling me some of the hardest days of the trip are passed, I am excited on climbing less mountains and I'm ready to meet new people that will remind me as to why I am riding.One thing that I’ve found very moving is the generosity of our stay over hosts. Biking across the country is hard, and we are doing it for a good cause, but never had I expected to be fed, showered, and essentially pampered by so many generous souls. I have 21 team mates, but every day I feel like I have more and more in different cities. People donate time, food, and money to us, and quite often all three.