Tired part 2

Climbed down under this bridge just outside New Augusta, just to take a load off but will probably make camp here. The only problem is if anyone in the other lane is going slow enough, they might spot my tent. So that means waiting till dark to setup. Or setting up early and just risking it. I'm so tired, I can't think straight.

Tired

I did have spring In my step for about 5 feet. Then the soreness in my neck and back renewed its pounding. Mississippi doesn't have road shoulders, its either gravel or knee high grass that's difficult to walk on, much less pull a cart. It reeks havoc on my back, and the cold night didn't help much. So my plan for the day is to get to the dollar store which about 1 mile away, then find another bridge and crash early if I can. I have realized that day 47 of the walk is the day I stopped caring so much about hygiene and odor control. Or at least my nose has lost the battle, and I can't smell that good anymore. Maybe once im able take a shower. I am really anxious to see how much weight I've lost do far, but need a scale first.

I remember

I was 15 or 16, and at camp. It was church camp for Sheridan hills and there was a nightly gathering that one of the adults gave a sermon, or whatever you call it. And at the end, the finale was the washing of feet. They said that if you had wronged someone, even in your heart, to ask if you could wash their feet. And to my utter surprise, I got a tap on the shoulder from a guy in my age group. This guy was cool, and while he was washing my feet, removing my shoes and socks, and reverently washing my nasty smelly teenage feet, I started wondering in what did he think of me to end up prostrating himself like that before the entire camp? But that wasn't part of the exercise, so I still don't know. But washing someone else's feet; it takes on a new meaning from my current perspective. And I guess, like back then, where everyone walked everywhere, and your feet were a sacred tool, probably the most valuable asset; having them washed, must have been a very personal almost intimate act. Something reserved for close friends. Now I'm sure servants and younger members of the family got the chore of washing the feet of the travelling salesman, or visiting merchant. But for the head of the house to wash someone's feet, that is something different. Its more than a handshake or a hug, or even a salute. So here I am 30 years later, thinking of a moment and a person that I didn't know wronged me somehow. I'm not really sure why this came to mind, now of all times. While I was writing this, sitting on the side of the road, an older man named Luther stopped to give me 15 bucks, then he came back and gave me his lunch for the day. And while that was happening, a butterfly landed on my hand. The simple kindness of strangers, is just amazing and lifts my heart. Now my belly will be full, there will be a spring in my step, and the day will be a wonderful adventure.

Cold

Last night was miserable and I'm still cold. There's a dollar store up the road and gonna pick up a large towel or something to help tonight, its supposed to be colder. I miss my old huge smelly sleeping bag. Waking under a bridge has its advantages, I can sleep in, and were I not an ice cube might be tempted to. But I am waiting for the sun to get a little higher, so I will exit into the warmth versus more of the same.

Sleeping under a bridge

Just outside Beaumont on hwy 98. Bridges are nice if you can find one with easy access that isn't visited frequently. And this one seems to fit the bill. There's a stream, but after my encounter with wildlife yesterday, am staying clear. Also used my snake beatin stick, to help clear the area, shakin bushes, and pokin holes. The only real drawback to sleeping under a bridge, is the sound of semis carrying a heavy load. It sounds like the bridge is going to topple on each one. But I just think that these bridges were built by Americans, and the lowest bidder; and sleep so much better. In between the earth shattering trucks, the stream gurgles and it sounds like people talking which is disconcerting, but then it sounds like gurgling again. I only saw two prints, a raccoon and a dog, Nothing human so that's a bonus. I tarped my tent to help with the temp tonight. Sit-ups have their time and place, but not in the middle of the night. And I've been using my sleeping bag like a blanket, which will change tonight. My GPS is just plain wrong a fair amount of the time, and then suddenly its right on target. Its frustrating to guesstimate distances for the next day when it changes like that. So Hattiesburg (feel free to interchange -burg with dale, town, ton, or Ville; I do) is actually about 20 miles away and is a fairly large place. With a name like that, I expected something smaller. I will probably try and camp outside town tomorrow, then make my way through the next day. I don't know if I mentioned it but, I want out of this state. It is however, really pretty and I'm glad I came this way.

Miles and miles

Just ate a sub from subway and it was delightful! I don't know why I bother with the chips anymore, I don't really eat them. Habit I guess. Now that in fed, I'm pooped. I did the math and its 366 miles to Texas and 190 to Louisiana. That's about 2 more weeks in Mississippi and another week for the bayou. The roads up here don't really have anything in the way if campgrounds and its just as well. It just means hobo baths versus a shower. Its definitely cooler up this way and the humidity has been cut in half, which all in itself is a blessing. It has been a little cold at night, but I just wake up, do 20 sit-ups and go back to sleep. I've worn my hoodie all day and haven't really been overheated. My right shoulder is sunburned, and the cover helps, but also my shirt is paper thin; so its been helping with the cool breeze. The solitude really catches me off guard up here. I sing every song I can think of, and talk to myself, just to hear a voice, any voice near me. But I guess the bonus is that I make more miles out here, just to get to any form of civilization, people. I really want a nap and a few days off. But not out here. When this is all over, I will appreciate naps and couches more fully.

Miles and miles

Just ate a sub from subway and it was delightful! I don't know why I bother with the chips anymore, I don't really eat them. Habit I guess. Now that in fed, I'm pooped. I did the math and its 366 miles to Texas and 190 to Louisiana. That's about 2 more weeks in Mississippi and another week for the bayou. The roads up here don't really have anything in the way if campgrounds and its just as well. It just means hobo baths versus a shower. Its definitely cooler up this way and the humidity has been cut in half, which all in itself is a blessing. It has been a little cold at night, but I just wake up, do 20 sit-ups and go back to sleep. I've worn my hoodie all day and haven't really been overheated. My right shoulder is sunburned, and the cover helps, but also my shirt is paper thin; so its been helping with the cool breeze. The solitude really catches me off guard up here. I sing every song I can think of, and talk to myself, just to hear a voice, any voice near me. But I guess the bonus is that I make more miles out here, just to get to any form of civilization, people. I really want a nap and a few days off. But not out here. When this is all over, I will appreciate naps and couches more fully.

Etc

About 5 miles to civilization or at least what passes for it out here, the boon docks. I need to refill my energy drink supply and maybe get a bite to eat. Still not hungry most of the time, and eat little. I figure my body will tell me when it needs something. Until then I'm happy to burn the extra something I've been carrying around with me. And I've been drinking alot if my calories via energy drinks. Manny, my cart is going to need some new tires in the next hundred miles or so, as the cotton fibers are showing through now. What I find odd, is that I called him a mammoth and now he has tusks via my rickshaw. I know, very random thought. I'm still trying to determine the code for people honking at me. I'm guessing one honk is bad and two honks good. I have personally never honked when driving by someone on the side of the road, but maybe its a thing. Anyway, next stop is kangaroo express give miles.

In the end

Its been brought up, that what if at the end of the walk, I don't find the object of my quest. What then? Really, I am not concerned. The walk has already changed me, and that's enough. I wake up and embrace life, and the unknown path ahead of me. My destination is important, but so is the journey there, otherwise I would have gotten there already. My walk across the country is not to go from point A to point B, nor is it to go from the Atlantic to the pacific; it is to find my happy place. My destination now is lake Powell in southern Utah, but if for some reason that doesn't end up being the place, then I will make my way to California. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't mind an epiphany of spirit, but I will take what I can get. And thus far, the who and what I am is enough. On a separate note, I didn't realize how much of my decisions over the last several years have been motivated by my weight. I'd gotten to about 90 lbs just extra baggage, to the point where I was very uncomfortable even doing simple things. I found it hard to breathe at times, and just felt like crap. I know that it came about, because I wanted to die. I just wanted to give up and hit the do over button. And so who cared if I ate all the wrong stuff and slowly buried myself in fat. But now, I feel good. This walk was just what I needed. Its not easy, nor is it the best path I could have taken, but it was the only one. There are no clouds in the sky and all I see is blue and green. And its a beautiful day! Gonna walk it.

Fear part 2

Fear is a funny thing. Its tied up with worry, anxiety, and my imagination. When I managed restaurants, it was one of the reasons I was successful; I used that worry and fear, to run my employees into the ground making sure everything was just right. I was successful in the eyes of my peers and my boss, but I was wildly unhappy and miserable. So not really a success. But now, here on the walk; there is no one else, no one to appoint guard duty, lookout, or scout. Finding a spot for the night is only easier because I have done it before. Not for any other reason. What if someone saw me make the mad rush into the woods. What if someone spots me once my camp is made. What if I picked the one spot all the good ole boys use for target practice. So many what ifs. So much worry. And all to no good use, but to make me miserable. I have to trust myself that I picked a good spot where I wont be easily observed. If I happen to be on someone's land and they happen upon me, I apologize and leave I also have bear spray that shoots 30 feet, just in case some good ole boys wanna make trouble for me. The key to camping early, is to make a stealthy retreat, but then to camp in the deep woods. Instead of 50 feet, go 100 or more. I'm in a fairly hard to get to place, down an embankment, and into the woods 30 feet. I hear the thunder outside my tent, which is why I decided to camp. I'm sleeping on a slope, which turns out to be not that bad. I also wont wake up in a puddle. I think a big learning curve for this walk, is a compromise between preventative thinking and faith. I'm big on the first, and a new student of the second. But I'm still walking, and that's something.

Snake

I found a nice long bridge, so I decided to take the rest of the day off. But while scouting, I stepped over a creek and a water moccasin about 6 feet long scurries away not to far to my left. That gave me the need to keep going and find a spot later on drier land. So its four o'clock, and I'm just beat. A little rain is on its way. I don't know what I would do without that radar app: I can see any precipitation as its coming my way. Theres an okay spot, a little down the hill from me and though I haven't really checked it out, and its before the 630 mark, I really want to make it my home for the night. The bad thing about the walk, is when out in the boonies, there are no half days. Its best to find something near dark, to better sneak into a spot. I think about old movies where you see a hobo on the side of the road, half asleep from under the brim of his straw hat. Hah! Not even a reality. I will probably continue on, because of my previous experiences camping early. But man, I'm tired.

Almost

Ran out of water. While packing up my camp, I notice a missing cap on a jug of water. And not finding it, I took a big swig and emptied it onto the ground. That left me with half a gallon and a soda. When on my route, having to hike the wrong way is a no no, so though I was headed out if a city area, there was no way I was going to backhike a few miles. But on my way out of town, I noticed there is really nothing out this way and wont be for miles. I go through about a gallon a day, so my half gallon just wouldn't be enough. Luckily, I found a independent store along the way and they filled up my water jugs. I'm going to be in the middle of nowhere for about the next 30 miles, so I'm glad I have the water. Hattiesburg is 45 miles away and if I needed to, could make in two days, but may stretch it out to 3. The scenery has changed and its really pretty out here, not that I could see it yesterday with all the rain. My internet is spotty, but hopefully that clears up soon.

Erg

Yesterday was just awful, but I learned a lesson. It was about 6 and I was wet and feeling very umm, well whiny. I was tired and there were no places to sit, and did I mention wet? Well, I was wet in every pore. So I may have been justified In my "why me" frame of mind, and was complaining verbally to anyone who would listen. Unfortunately, there was no one. And I knew enough about myself to know that my whininess was unacceptable, and decided against calling anyone. Then after talking with god, I decided that even I have had enough of me. And I started trying to cheer myself up. I told myself that in a few hours, regardless of the place, that I would be in my tent, warm and sleeping. Because whether I found the perfect spot or had to find a hole in the darkness, that I would indeed find a place for the night, and be able to get warm and to sleep. Its really the same philosophy I use when I'm disgusted with the walk and tell myself that its only six months, only its relative to the end of the day. So no matter the kind of crap I have to deal with; its important to remember that its my choice and that its only temporary. And that helps me get through the day when things are rough. On a separate note, going north has reduced the amount of bugs that are nibbling on me, and the temperature is cooler. Maybe cooler than I would have expected for the short amount of miles. But I will be through Lucedale today and onwards to hattieville.

Rain, nuff said

The day started out great, but then the rain came and I was stuck under a tree by the side of the road for 3 hours. Seems everyone in Mississippi wants their house to be on or near the road, because finding a spot has tested me. Currently squating down in some bushes, waiting for it to get dark enough to pitch my tent. My feet are soaked, and the rest of me damp. I'm tired and just want this day to end.

Day unknown

Last nights spot was okay, but for the swarms of mosquitos and the semi-automatic gunfire I heard sometime in the night. But now I'm ready for a long day of walking. I am still bothered by the unfriendliness of the local law enforcement yesterday, but suppose I just have to get over it. All my effort today will be in getting to lucedale or luceville, not sure of the name. But its 20 some odd miles north. My spot was about a mile back and I guess I shouldn't be surprised to see a Dollar General. These stores are everywhere, and sometimes by themselves in the middle if nowhere. Its strange, but comforting too. Especially with these long stretches and nowhere towns, that have a post office and little else. I keep repeating the mantra that once I get to Texas that everything will be fine. In addition to being a halfway point at some point anyway, its also familiar territory. I was born in El Paso and spent about a decade in Dallas. There is redneckery there, but its the kind I'm used to, and can anticipate. There are also lakes, lakes without venom spitting snakes and alligators. Sure theres also a new variety of snakes to contend with, but I will take the trade. Its morning so I'm hopeful that today will bring me good things and great people. Or at least, nothing bad.

The Mississippi popo

The Mississippi highway patrol pulled in front of me, and it was not a pleasant experience. I understand that they have a job to do, but theres no reason to be unpleasant. I explained that I'm walking across America and one officer's response was "why you doin a fool thing like that?". Then they tried to tell me I couldn't walk on the shoulder, and I asked where it was written that I couldn't. So that I didn't end up in a chain gang I agreed to walk in the grass. After they checked my id, they left scowling all the way. I guess that's my Mississippi welcome. I will be glad to leave the south behind, along with ignorance and everything else.

Into the badlands

Its so hot I can scarcely believe its still April. And the route in taking is full of long stretches. But its snowing up north, and I just want some middle ground. I've been praying for some nice breezes, and getting them; so there's that. I've been doing alot of thinking and not-thinking about god. And I believe I have found him through faith and humility. But I am a creature of thought and critical thinking, and the two are at odds. Or maybe just putting a label on it, or using everyone else's idea of what god is and what is not, and trying to justify that with what I have found. Because I don't feel the need to read the bible or be what people expect I should now be, having proclaimed my belief. I can just be. I can just walk, and continue as I have, open to growth, but just walking the path I choose.

Hotter than a pig on a pancake

Woke up later than I normally do, but couldn't sleep last night. But left the hotel by 11, and headed north. I was soaked in sweat by the first half mile. I am thankful for the sun instead of the rain, but the heat really limits the miles I can do. I also have to be careful about overheating. Yesterday I bought a new pair of shorts to replace a pair 3 sizes out of date. These are also of the quick dry variety, and that will be helpful when doing laundry on the road. My hotel stay was very very nice and very needed. But also very pricey compared to my normal fare, and wont be repeated anytime soon. I expect it to take almost a month to make it to Texas. My route will take me north to Luceville, then west through Natchez to Texas. If however I can't escape the heat and bugs, I may go further north. My nice stay in the hotel lingers in my thoughts. I'm at Mickey Dees in hopes of waiting out the most intense part of the heat, then I will be moving on.

Why Walk?

About a mile from here on my way in, I was surprised when a black snake snapped off the road away from me. Tired and sore as I was, I jumped nearly out of my skin. Everything on the side of the road look like it could be a snake. There are bungee cords, wires, ropes, and slivers of tires uncounted that could be a deadly serpent. Thankfully they are mostly as wary of us as we are of them. For the most part, everyone I meet inevitably asks me why. Why walk. And usually I answer, that I was miserable and just felt like doing the Forest Gump thing. Bicyclists, most of all are dumbstruck when I say I just prefer walking over riding. But there is more to it that I don't usually go into. Mostly because its not that exciting, and because its personal. Time is the foremost reason I walk. I need time for my soul to unwind and sort out every wrong twist and turn I've made. Riding a bike, would get me to my destination too quick for me to fully unravel. Six months is a good timeframe and of course, I am walking. Like pacing out a problem, walking; going somewhere eases my thoughts and calms the lion inside. I think too much and always have, and that more than anything has been ny downfall. I have ultimately reasoned myself into a corner, and walking out of that place and into one of faith and acceptance is my way of creating a solution to that maze. In addition to my malady of reason, I am looking forward as well. This blog is my scratchpad for my aspiration to become a published novelist. Walking also is a great diet plan. And I have been sorely in need of weight loss. Much of my confidence has vanished since I gained a bulk of my weight years ago, and this is the only solution that would work for me. But I guess more than anything else, or a culmination of all those reasons, my main focus with the walk was to find God, find relief from the twists and turns of logic to no solution. I have some serious reservations about the bible, and also about other paths to god. By walking and searching for god, its my last attempt to find a connection to the ocean of hid, to find truth. There are other smaller reasons for walking. To open myself as a person. To change from being someone that says no all the time to being someone who embraces "yes". I just want to be the person I've always wanted to be, and that's what walking across America, specifically walking, means for to me.

A Day

Everything is packed and ready to go. But as I checked my radar app one last time and saw that heavy rains were coming to carpet the area with wet, damp, and infuriating waters; I broke down and got another night. I'm weak, I know. But I intend to rough it this next month, so that will be my penance. But for right now, I can enjoy the cozy warm and dry bed. My average day on the walk isn't so bad. I wake up at about 6am, and relieve myself. The sun isn't up yet, but its light out. I pack up all my gear and my tent, and that takes about 10 minutes. Then I find my way back to the roadside, and from the bushes I make a lunging dash when no cars are present til I'm beside the road, with a self assured look that I've been walking alongside the road all morning. I take a breather, then start walking. If there's a store along the wat, I stop to get a fountain drink. If there's a food place, I will grab a bite. But I usually walk about 8 miles before the humidity starts slapping me in the face, and I need a break. So around 12ish, I take an hour break. In front of a convenience store, on a bridge, preferably in the shade. If I haven't found a place to eat, I dig around in my pack for something. Usually a stick of jerky or a can of mutton. This is when I check my social sites and write on my blog. The next several hours are the worst. The humidity, the heat, and those dive bombing bugs, and I am soaked in sweat. With frequent breaks, I make it til 6pm somehow. That's when I start looking for a spot, but wont whoosh my way from the roadside until at least 630. Once I make my way to a decent spot, and I've found the earlier I find a camp spot, the lighter it is out, and the further from the road i have to go; from 100-200 feet. Then I stand by my cart for about 15 minutes to see if I have any nosey locals pursuing me; the same kind of people that were probably hall monitors as kids. Setting up camp takes about ten minutes, whether its clear, dark or raining. I cover my tent with my camp tarp even if its not raining because the tent is very light colored and stands out. Then I cover my cart with the trash bags used to hold some of my gear, making sure to cover any reflective parts, and to waterproof its contents as much as possible. Inside the tent, I do a hobo bath. Which is a wipe down with baby wipes. Even when I don't feel like it, as soon as I take off my shoes I make it a point to clean my feet as they are a very important asset on the walk. I apply any first aid needed which isn't in high demand like at the beginning of the walk. Lately I don't even use my sleeping bag as intended, because of the heat. I just lay down on my sleeping mat, put my head down on my pack and use the sleeping bag as a blanket as the night progresses. Because I'm stealth camping, any light, and sometimes noise will give me away; so no phone use, or checking messages. Just wait til sleeps takes me. So there you have a day in the life of a walker. When I meet someone amazing, or just very nice, it makes my day. Also when I get supportive comments online, it really breathes life into what would be an otherwise day of drudgery.

North

After much thought and deliberation, I have decided to head north immediately. That does leave me in Mississippi and Louisiana longer than I had hoped, but I just cannot take the bugs any longer. I have more than 50 mosquito bites just on my legs and they itch like mad. I will just have to make a point to visit el Paso as soon as I am settled, as I will be on that side of the country. And hopefully, this path will lead me through more of the beauty of the south, contrary to what I've seen thus far. Another big concern are bridges which are dotted along the coastal route. Some have very tiny walkways,where others have nothing in the way meant for pedestrians, to say nothing of those toting a mammoth cart. That puts my mind at ease, but at the same time leaves me much more time locally roundabouts. Its raining now and probably will be when I leave. Checkout is at 11, and I intend to stay til the last minute, in hopes of avoiding the bulk of the deluge.

A few hours of normal

After I posted my earlier blog, I met two german bicyclists (Mo and Phillip) who are cycling from san Diego to Miami. They were very nice and cordial, and I let them know about an alternative route that I used via the ferry. Then I proceeded to walk another 13 miles. It hurt, and it still hurts. A new pain to add to my collection is in my shoulders and back from pulling the rickshaw. I got a hotel because I just needed to feel normal foe awhile. My thoughts are disjointed and I'm going to sleep.

Alot of the in between

I'm a couple of miles from Mississippi and then about 15 more from civilization. I'm thinking about splurging if I come across a cheap motel. My arms, neck, and legs are covered in bug bites, with more on the way as I walk. The long stretches are just killing me, but I'm trying to stay strong. Its the swampy goodness that's getting to me, and could really use a bug free night. I've donned my fluorescent vest sans my shirt. Its so hot and nasty that I just don't care what it looks like. Sometimes when you go into another state, you can see an immediate change in the scenery and even climate. I hope that's true for Mississippi and I hope its for the better. I am still on the fence about taking the southern versus northern route. I was hoping on stopping in El Paso on my way to the promised land. But that means one hundred degree temps while in Texas and staying the course through the swamps until Texas. If I go the northern route, I can do so soon, and miss out on the hot and swampiness. I have a while to decide, and plenty of the in between to do it

Alot of the in between

I'm a couple of miles from Mississippi and then about 15 more from civilization. I'm thinking about splurging if I come across a cheap motel. My arms, neck, and legs are covered in bug bites, with more on the way as I walk. The long stretches are just killing me, but I'm trying to stay strong. Its the swampy goodness that's getting to me, and could really use a bug free night. I've donned my fluorescent vest sans my shirt. Its so hot and nasty that I just don't care what it looks like. Sometimes when you go into another state, you can see an immediate change in the scenery and even climate. I hope that's true for Mississippi and I hope its for the better. I am still on the fence about taking the southern versus northern route. I was hoping on stopping in El Paso on my way to the promised land. But that means one hundred degree temps while in Texas and staying the course through the swamps until Texas. If I go the northern route, I can do so soon, and miss out on the hot and swampiness. I have a while to decide, and plenty of the in between to do it

Pilgrimage

I woke up in complete darkness, and even after waiting to see if my eyes would adjust, the darkness stayed. It was very disorientating and somewhat scary. To wake in a strange wood, in the middle of no and where, and unable to really see. Slowly, the light came to the sky and I could make out the trees, and soon after the forest floor. I broke camp early, just wanting to be away. I donned my florescent yellow vest as soon as I hit the roadway and started my walk for the day. I passed through Coden, and Bayou la Batre, and got to thinking about some things. The houses and businesses were older here compared with those of Florida, and you could feel the history going back a hundred years. And though I'm always careful, I didn't feel that scary redneck vibe. Though the locals might be rednecks, they are an older breed, more nobler, if there is such a thing. Yesterday a local was walking down a road that intersected mine, then continued walking parallel to me on the other side of the street. He was youngish, wore a fat bill cap backwards, and his shirt over his shoulder showing off a few tattoos. He was friendly and we talked a little as we walked. Then we came upon a bridge and I stopped to rest, but he kept going. After sitting for a moment, I looked up and dude was gone. On either side of the road was a canal, and he was just gone. Maybe he hitched a ride in complete silence. Its funny though. In the comfort of home, a rationing reasoning mind is your best weapon. But here on the walk, faith and acceptance are more powerful. I've also compared my journey with that of a holy pilgrimage, and I wonder how different my walk is from that. My hope is to make Mississippi today.

Pilgrimage

I woke up in complete darkness, and even after waiting to see if my eyes would adjust, the darkness stayed. It was very disorientating and somewhat scary. To wake in a strange wood, in the middle of no and where, and unable to really see. Slowly, the light came to the sky and I could make out the trees, and soon after the forest floor. I broke camp early, just wanting to be away. I donned my florescent yellow vest as soon as I hit the roadway and started my walk for the day. I passed through Coden, and Bayou la Batre, and got to thinking about some things. The houses and businesses were older here compared with those of Florida, and you could feel the history going back a hundred years. And though I'm always careful, I didn't feel that scary redneck vibe. Though the locals might be rednecks, they are an older breed, more nobler, if there is such a thing. Yesterday a local was walking down a road that intersected mine, then continued walking parallel to me on the other side of the street. He was youngish, wore a fat bill cap backwards, and his shirt over his shoulder showing off a few tattoos. He was friendly and we talked a little as we walked. Then we came upon a bridge and I stopped to rest, but he kept going. After sitting for a moment, I looked up and dude was gone. On either side of the road was a canal, and he was just gone. Maybe he hitched a ride in complete silence. Its funny though. In the comfort of home, a rationing reasoning mind is your best weapon. But here on the walk, faith and acceptance are more powerful. I've also compared my journey with that of a holy pilgrimage, and I wonder how different my walk is from that. My hope is to make Mississippi today.

Sweet home Alabama

Yeah, right. Every state has some redeeming quality, and I'm sure Alabama does too, I I'm just not seeing it. The ocean from here is the color of urine and muddy water, and the horizon is dotted with oil rigs and oil tankers. There's a mixtures of swampy grasslands and pine trees, and I suppose if you're a sportsman and don't mind the dive-bombing bugs, you might like it here. I don't. And the humidity is still a huge factor. I've met some really great people from Alabama, so maybe that's the redeeming quality. But alas, I've just seen a small part, and maybe being judgmental based on my experience. I'm worried about finding a good spot to camp tonight. The tall grasses are a great hiding place for snakes and other critters. But I will just keep praying to keep them from my path and away from me. I have no interest in such an encounter. Its 3pm and will probably do 6-8 more miles. When the terrain offers nothing in the way of civilization, the temptation is to find it.

Day 38

Woke up today feeling much better. In addition to the ling stretch yesterday, I got caught up in the need to be out of Alabama at a certain time. Its a little mind game I play with myself. I estimate the miles I should be making each day, then I hop myself to it. But this trek is just as much about the journey as it is the destination. There's no rush, and if I only do half mileage once in awhile, so what. The headlong rush to a destination is not what a walker does, unless there's no other choice. So that decided, I am more joyful today about my journey. People here are indeed what I would call dour. They are polite and courteous if not friendly. But I'm still in the vacation resort area, versus the regular life and times area, so things may change when I cross the bridge. Starting out, my right leg muscle or tendon was really stiff and hurt. So I changed to my boots for the ankle support and doing ok now. On days like today, I wonder what it would be like to just sit outside and not be covered in sweat from the humidity. It's a pleasant thought. I also received a nice donation to my burrito bucks account today from Theresa, and that was nice. Got some hot biscuits and gravy to start out my day and they were tasty. My taste buds have completely flip flopped. Chips, chocolate, or anything sugary holds no longing whatsoever. I crave roasted chicken, fresh veggies, and even, yes, barbecue. Pizza has moved from the top of my list to somewhere past 100. Though, I think often about sitting in a nice restaurant with friends and family, eating a nice meal, and then going home after. One of these days, I will be able to indulge that thought. But first, I need to find my home. A place that soothes me, and feels like home. Probably another reason for my need to hurry out west.

Solitary thoughts

I'm at dauphin island, in a campground just the other side of the ferry. I developed a crippling heat rash on the walk today, and it told me we weren't going over that bridge. So I slathered some first aid ointment over the area, took a nap, took a shower, and re-slathered. Today has been a lonely day. I miss having someone beside me to talk to, and to just be there. My thoughts turned sour early in the day, and I couldn't turn them. I kept on trying to think of the singular moment when my life started to suck. I look back and all I see are incremental losses of sanity. But there must be a fork in the road to which I chose or was thrust onto the path of unhappy. And I guess know, I just don't know how I would react differently. Some things are just out of your hands, and you can only do as good as you can do. Anyway, I hope tomorrow greets me better. Everytime I see a butterfly I think of Sid.

On the ferry

This wonderful phone deleted my earlier post, but I guess it wasn't meant to be. Walked 12 miles by 12pm and the whole time bugs were dive bombing me in the face. Been bitten by all sorts of bugs but mostly near my elbows, my ankles and on the back of my neck. Alabamans are kind of dour, and keep very much to themselves. Thus far my days in this state are lonely and solitary, and long stretches of nothing. To get off dauphine island there's a 3-5 mile bridge. Once I make it across, I'm done for the day.

Sigh

Still tired, but need to make at least 8 more miles so that I can make the ferry tomorrow, and still have time to cross a very long bridge and find a camp spot. I stopped at Ace hardware earlier, and Bruce really helped me out turning my ramshackle cart into a ramshackle rickshaw cart. And he didn't charge me for the piles nor hardware, very nice of him. Turns out, he was the owner. Its a really pretty day, and I read another walkers comment, saying they were taking the day off. I guess my subconscious picked up on that and now I can't get him to do anything. But I must, otherwise tomorrow will be a very long day.

Late

I woke up at 4 but tricked myself to going back to sleep, because it was still dark. Then must have turned off my alarm because then it was 10. That's 4 hours of walking, 8 miles. Then trying to pack my gear, I spilled some water and soaked a fair amount of clothes. I guess it was meant to be, but I'm still upset. I want to make it into Louisiana posthaste. Because next is Texas, and there are no swamps in Texas. The skin on my nose started bleeding yesterday. The sunblock gets sweated out within a short time and even my trusty straw hat doesn't keep out all the suns baked goodness. So this morning I'm just caking in the sunblock in hopes that will help. Non walkers have no idea about distances. Seriously. Anytime someone tells me its gonna be about a half mile, I just double it. Like getting into these campgrounds. All the campsites are miles into the back of the park. So just getting to a campground is only half the battle. This campsite wad a primitive one. No electricity, no water. I would have been better off stealth camping, and then I would be right by the road, and I wouldn't have overslept. But being by the beach, there just really aren't any places, or at least no good ones before dark. Going to stealth camp tonight. Lets see how far the sore feet can take me.

Alabama Style

Crossed the state line today, and about five minutes later almost got hit by a truck swerving fully onto the shoulder. Guess they wanted to say hi, Alabama style. That's about it for today. Same beachfront road different state. The wind has benn hitting me in the face at about 30 mph all day, otherwise would have made better time. Almost forgot. As I was leaving last nights campground, one of the volunteers was driving by in a golf cart and warned me there was a cottonmouth up the road and to be careful. Good thing too, because even knowing it was there, I almost didn't see it. Looked like a fat stick, and must have eaten recently. I'm heading to fort Morgan state park tomorrow but need to time it so I can stealth camp nearby. That way, I can catch the ferry early the next day to dauphine island. Then another couple days and I will be in Mississippi.

Big lagoon

I am not very good at planning ahead, which is usually fine. Things usually work themselves out. Today, was one of the lucky days. Looking for a campspot, everything was covered in water. There were overflowing canals on each side of the road, where there should be shallow ditches. I have had, not so good luck with state parks, so I usually don't even think about them as an option. But today, I looked up and there was the big lagoon state park sign. I called them and they had a spot. So a mile and 20 bucks later, I'm comfy in my tent and ready for some shut eye. My new sleeping bag is very lightweight and compact, and looking forward to see how it fairs. Also have my backpack in the tent with me, when I normally only bring my smaller tent bag inside for the night. There's comfort knowing you have everything you need right beside you. Some social media and its lights out. Just one fun note, that hotel had bed bugs, and now all my seems to as well, yay!

Finally, the sun

It's still cloudy, but its there and comes out now and again to bring a smile to my face. Pushing the cart is easy, even having to do the balancing act. But going uphill, that's a completely different animal. Its just brutal on my lower abs, and I have to rest frequently even on slight grades. Having had a little time to think on it, I've decided yo either somehow attach a small wheel to the bicycle bar, or attach two long bars and make a rickshaw out of my cart. But I'm stuck like this until I come across a home depot. I'm still Florida so of course not making good time. I'm going to find a campsite soon, as the rest of my trip for the next 20 miles or so is residential, and I don't want to get stuck in that when night comes. I was bummed out that I had to toss my straw hat. It was torn and moldy. But as luck would have it, I'm at a WalMart, and they have the exact same hat! Very handy for keeping the sun off my face and looking homeless; if that's what you're going for. With the sun, brings hope, and that's enough for today.

30 minute countdown

I'm sitting on the side of the bed counting down the minutes. The last of the rain will pass by in that time, and I can finally stretch my legs. I extended the bike connection on the cart, that way everytime I put it in a resting position, it doesn't go KLUNK! Its not so bad, and now I wonder why I was so stressed out about it. Sure, it will take some getting used to, and I will probably be using some unknown muscle groups, but it could be worse. And wearing the boots again, finally dry from that mess earlier this week, feel decent if not good. There's a lesson to learn here, and its Don't freak out! The days in the motel have been a curse to my mental state of mind, yet a blessing in most other ways. Thanks again for all the kind words and support!

Pepsi cola

I got about 8 hours of sleep, but don't feel refreshed. I woke up to the thunder and big buckets of rain. Its still coming down. I got a late checkout at 12, but it cost me $10. I just wanted to start walking without worrying about the rain, out of the gate. I have decided to keep using the disabled cart, even though it will be challenging. The pack can work, but its still fairly heavy. And if I need to, can just ditch the cart along the way. It does mean, that I will have to balance the cart on the back wheels and try to make sure the weight is on them so it doesn't flop forward. But its better than buying a cheap baby stroller which would be my only other option. This stagnation is really depressing me. On the walk there is only the now, no future and no past. I revel in that. Its taken me some time to get to that mindset, but once there, there's a harmony, and acceptance of whatever comes your way. But sitting in this hotel room, it brings up my past and possible future decisions to the forefront, of all the ways I can fail; and that's truly a miserable place to be. Maybe I just haven't been on the walk long enough for those thoughts to be forever silenced. Maybe they never will be. But sitting here another day, waiting for the perfect moment to leave is making me very agitated. My journey is to find a happy place, to find it within and without. But right now, I am only able to find a cessation of negative thoughts while I'm on the move.

Even so

I just finished pairing down but it still leaves me with a fairly heavy pack. I guess if I wasn't still carrying around the extra 35 lbs on my waist, it might not be so bad. Or it might be. I'm not worried about the pain and aches that are sure to come, but I am concerned that this will affect my daily mileage. And I still haven't added water to the pack. I wish I could just attach an axle and a handle to my pack, then I could just push it. I am going back by WalMart on the way out and depending how I feel, may pickup one of those el cheapo baby strollers, but I doubt it would go very far. I'm excited but anxious about heading out tomorrow. The movement might be painful, but moving forward will feel good.

And then there was one

Walmart was a five mile hike, and the whole way just wasnt fun. Walking across America is a different from walking to the store or doing errands. Each step, is a step into uncharted territory and into the future. Whereas walking back and forth between the hotel and walmart just felt futile and stagnant. I was also worried about the different paths available to me, and apprehensive about what I would find. This particular walmart had nothing. No Thing. There were no carts of any type, and the few strollers looked like they would fall apart quicker than the sandals I bought there. So after mewling and pacing between the aisles for thirty minutes, I made up my mind. I bought a backpack, and a new much smaller sleeping bag. Having a cart is just not an option at this point, so I will need to backpack the rest of the foreseeable journey. I am at the motel again, and have been taking a little break from the task at hand; pairing down everything so that I have only what I need in its smallest increment and weight. I guess I will be getting more bang for the buck now and instead of just working out my legs and feet, I will also be working on my arms, chest and back. I am concerned about backpacking it, and its affect on my walk, but what can you do? It is what it is. I really used to hate that saying, but when theres nothing you can do; youre left with what is, and what you can do. I already know what to pack and what to discard or give away, except for my shoes. Those magic sneakers must have been made by the lowest paid elf in the workshop because already most of the soles are gone. I think that walking on the asphalt on the side of the road really tears them up more than just about anything else. Also nowadays shoes seems to be made of foam instead of rubber like the good ole days. So that means Im gonna be back to my boots soon. Oh joy. The pack I got, will carry 2 one liter bottles in pouches and another 2 liters in a hydration bag. I think that will do the trick for now, I just need to refill more frequently. And once further out west, I will get something that will allow me to carry the amount of water I will need. The added night at the motel also allowed me to avoid the severe rains last night and today, and hopefully the sun will make a showing tomorrow and stick around for awhile. Now to the work at hand.

Apprehensive

I'm in my motel room, paid for another night as I need today to figure out the cart situation. I swear that Florida is an entity and throwing everything in my path to keep me here. But with a cart or without, Im leaving tomorrow. I had a hard time sleeping last night. I had to turn off the AC, and get almost fully clothed like I do when Im sleeping in my tent, and listening to the cars go by, was finally able to sleep. I have paired down my supplies just to see what I really need. The great thing about having a mammoth sized cart was that I could have backups and extras. But once I take away all that extra, I am left with a manageable few things that I actually use. I surely dont need a 7 day supply of food that Ive maintained for the past month. Nor do I need the folding chair, the extra pair of dry clothes, or the books I bought to read on the road (which I havent cracked once). I would like to bring my laptop, but thats not a deal breaker. But water...Ive been carrying 4 gallons of water, only really using two. But water is heavy, and cumbersome. Minus the water, I could easily carry everything on my back. I am remaining open to options now; heading to walmart shortly. If they have an affordable cart, I will probably buy that. But if not, a backpack may be the way to go, and I will just have to figure out something for the water. Its not really a big deal now, but in Texas and further west it will definitely be a concern. But I could also, buy a cheap wireframe cart just for that purpose when the time comes. The key for me right now, is deciding on an option, and then making some miles. I want to be in Mississippi within the next 7 days if possible. My feet, are finally getting to a point where I am not destroyed at the end of the day. And if I dont get enough miles in a certain day, my legs are all twitchy when I sleep. Thanks for all those who donated to my burrito fund this last week and in light of this crisis (Theresa, Joe, Sally, the Albrights, and the Jenkins'), because of you guys, I am not stealing a shopping cart from Walgreens, nor sleeping behind the gas n sip right now. And, thank you everyone for your kind words and support.

Lamed

Was downtown when Manny lost his footing and went down. The front tire attachment completely broke off from the cart. I just stopped in the middle of the road dumbstruck. Early on, the front tire was wearing really thin, so a few weeks back I bought a new tire as a replacement for when the tire was spent. This I had not planned for. I could still tilt the cart on its back tires to move it, but that way was cumbersome on my arms and back. So there I was, in the middle of downtown, 2 hours before sunset, with a busted cart. And I did what any normal person would do, I found a bench and I posted it to my social media. That fixed everything. I figured if I got enough likes and shares, the problem would be solved. Luckily, I didn't have to rely on that. My brother in law texted and suggested a hotel, which he would take care of through my burrito fund. So I looked one up about a mile away, and it was a budget inn. I let them know I was walking and about an hour away, to let them know I was omw. The mile I walked was uphill, and not normally a problem, but for the way I had to precariously balance my cart while walking. Crossing one of the busier streets, I saw a cop car, and it crept up as I got to the other side. As the officer got out, I broke into my sleep, I'm walking across America blah blah blah, and explained about my wheel. She was very nice, and probably the prettiest police woman I have ever met in real life, but she cut me off to let me know she was responding to an alarm, and promptly went across the street. I just assumed that she wanted my id to run, just like the past 20 law enforcement officers. She came back, and suggested a bike shop 13 blocks the wrong way. But I thanked her and moved on. The area is predominantly black, but nicer and I def wouldn't call it a ghetto. But as I was passing a house, one of two girls on the porch said, hey a white guy, as if it weren't an everyday thing. The budget inn is not the budget inn. Its an independently owned place and the owners seem nice. The place is very well cared for but old. I took a shower first thing, then cranked up the ac. My stuff is everywhere, and were it not for that energy drink, I would be asleep. I feel like the place has fleas, but haven't as yet caught one in the act. And when the ac is on, I hear hip hop playing somewhere. When it's off, I don't hear anything. Bill, my brother-in-law says he will figure something out and for me to rest. That's probably what I should do. Thanks everyone for your encouraging words! It makes things better when things go wrong.

Pensacola by night - redux

Just made it over the bridge into Pensacola and chilling out on a bench to recover from the experience. It was 2-3 miles of people steering with their eyes. Which means when they look at me, they start heading straight for me. Pretty normal, except on the bridge, there's nowhere to go. And because I had to push it with no rest, I have a whole new collection of blisters to remember it by. On a separate note, I've decided to take the ferry across mobile bay when I get in the area. The atlantic2pacific walkers and the Denmarkians have both warned and cautioned me about that city. So I font consider it a loss to ny spiritual enlightenment, if I just bypass it completely. I want to do a shootout to Theresa, Kathleen, and Sarah; And to Joe and Jojo for donating to my burrito fund! You guys are awesome and I am so thankful! Now, to traverse the city as night falls, deja vu.

A few thoughts

The rain stopped by the time I broke camp, so was very thankful. As I walked past the church on my way out, I saw a cop car parked there, and as I left the area, so did Mr policeman. I would swear that pastor Pete's middle name is Richard, because he is most certainly a Dick. That got me thinking about religions and gatherings of people if god, and my own blossoming belief. My two main conclusions are that, my belief, my faith, and my relationship with god; are mine. I don't like organized religion in any sense of the word. Shared goals are great, but shared morality is a snake pit. I walk my own path in the ocean of god. Second, that I need to lose my judge mental side. Sure, Dick was all worried about his property and his flock, and he had every right to deny me sanctuary. I had just always assumed that a church would be a safe haven should I ever need one. But people as a whole look out for their best interests, and his house his rules. Its no different from walking up to a residence and asking to pitch my tent. It should be, but its not. I wasn't mad, just disappointed. A few miles later, a truck pulled up and a guy named Huggie Bear offered me a ride to Pensacola. He said he saw me yesterday at fort Walton, and figured I could use the lift. I told him I walking and why and he wished me safe travels. Since I've been on my walk across America, there have been some crappy people, but there have been many more good ones, and for that I am thankful.

Midway

I guess this area is called midway, but midway from where to where? I guess there are some questions that will never get answered. I was sitting on the side of the road and some guy pulled up behind me and when I went to the window, he gave me a $20 bill. The kindness of friends is amazing, but so is the kindness of strangers. That put a boost in my limping step for the next few miles. Looking for a spot, and not wanting to wait til dark, as a storm was approaching, I happened upon a church and went to the sign in the middle of the driveway to rest. With minutes pastor Pete pull up, I guess he was on vagrant watch today. He let me know that because of insurance liabilities, that I couldn't sleep on the property, even in a tent, or even to take shelter from the oncoming storm. He did offer me water and asked if I needed anything, but i got the definite feeling he wanted to have me on my way. So I'm next door, on no-mans property, or so Pete says. My tent's setup and ready for the rain. Its still daylight, and I hope someone doesn't show up to kick me out. I admit, I wasn't thrilled by pastor Pete's pass the buck campaign. I understand his point of view, but I also understand that there is always a way through the red tape, its just wanting to cut through it. But this is where the path led me. I made certain there is another way out in case the rains create a moat again. And I'm on higher ground. I am so ready for nighttime and sleep. Tomorrow is Pensacola!

Blah day

Today was very bland and grey, but the good thing about being on the walk is you still burn calories. Earlier I developed a fairly large blister on the heel of my foot, due to the new sneakers. Normally I shrug them off by popping, antibiotic cream, tape them up and move on. But this one really hurt even after a 90 minute break. So today has been limping but slowly dredging forward. I called the fire station in the next town, to see if by chance I could pitch my tent at their firehouse (I do learn from my mistakes every now and again), but they turned me down acting as if the very idea were unthinkable. So it looks like I'm stealth camping tonight. I get used to it but its never a comfortable thing. But it is free, and just part of the walk. Tomorrow I will be on the other side of Pensacola, then its about 15 miles to the border. Still debating on my route, because I don't want to spend a month going diagonally through Louisiana. I do however want to get out of this horrible humidity and going north is the only way to do that.

A good day

I woke up about 5:30 and just wanted to go back to sleep. Why oh why did I tell them I would be gone by 6? Because I wanted a safe place for the night and wanted to show the firefighters that I would be zero trouble. But I was up late last night, and couldn't sleep. Normally I'm out by 9, but energy drinks have this odd side effect even after the physical energy wears off. Minus the little sleep, I did get to talk to a good friend on the phone, and that was nice. I'm in a town called Mary Ester, and hoping to make Pensacola today. Even though the weather predicts rain, I haven't had any in my path, And so able to make some good time. I'm at McDonalds now waiting for my phone to charge. Its nice to wake up and find stores or restaurants early on in the day, and really starts the day out right. As opposed to the days where each morsel of civilization needs to be sought out after an exhaustive trek. Now that I'm approaching Alabama, I have mixed emotions about leaving Florida. Just being in Florida, there has been a safety net in my mind. That if I was ever truly in a bad situation, I could call my family; even if it was a 6 hour drive. Not that I would call, but, just the idea comforts me. Going into another state changes the dynamic in my head and in a sense makes the decisions I make, have more meaning. Anyway, I'm looking forward to making some tracks today! My sneakers are treating me right, so I hope to fly through these miles.

Day 31

I was very energized earlier, and somehow thought it would be a great idea to continue after dark. I figured there would be sidewalks the next fifteen miles as there have been the last 50. But alas I was wrong on both counts. My new magic sneakers started pummeling my feet with all the new muscles they had to use breaking in the sneakers. And the last five miles were daunting. My decision to walk after dark was also, again, a dumb decision. The whole area is fairly decent and this time I wasn't worried about bears and such. But its just hard to find a spot for the night, at night. At least, not without drawing alot of unwanted attention. Heck, maybe I just need to live on the edge once in a while. But I just kept walking. About 7 miles up the road is a day park in Navarre, and I figured if I could make it there, I could maybe find a spot under a picnic table or something. But then I spied a fire station across the road, and remembered the advice of my new friends from Denmark (not Denmark SC btw. I know alot of you were thinking that) about staying at a fire station. They said to be sure to call ahead, and they will likely host you for the night. I didn't call ahead but crossed the road and crossed my fingers. I knocked and they answered. I was quick to explain, I was walking across America, and just needed a place to pitch my tent. TJ called his station chief, but confirmed it was okay. Currently in a side yard of the station, in my tent, and very thankful to the crew of the Florosa firehouse.

Road magic

According to walkers, road magic is a series of very unlikely events that happen to great benefit to the walker. Almost as if the faerie folk are being benevolent as opposed to being malevolent and playing tricks along the road. I see it different though. I see road magic as tokens and messengers from your destined home. If you've ever read illusions by Richard Bach, his character would have dreams where his future self would visit him and they would chat about his upcoming trials and life. Similarly I see road magic as messengers and omens sent to guide or give to you on your path. Not to be confused with gifts from God, but there are just strange things I have seen on the road, that I'm sure have a logical meaning but are very odd nonetheless. I know for some this may sound like fuzzy logic, but welcome to the inside of my head. Today I saw a translucent bird, and it was a wisp of a thing. The kind of thing where you just stop and stare its so odd. I don't know what kind of bird it was, nor can I explain it to my reasoning brain. So I just accept it as road magic and move on. Could it be that by stopping and staring, I avoid a bad fate down the road, that my future choices are then affected? Could road magic be god moving me down the path I need to be on? It could all be explained and my thinking wacked out. But I choose to be open to the possibilities, that my life is more than just a series of walking down roads from point A to point B. That each of us had a destiny, and that destiny or God, talks to us in a way we can understand.

Magic sneakers

I finally found a pair of sneakers that fit my 14w foot, and they are magical. The last 7 miles, I have been trying to keep up with them, they are so fast. Going downhill, they are going so fast I am nearly tripping. It has crossed my mind that, its possible that having worn 20lb boots for the last month of walking, that by wearing these lightweight sneakers; I am just experiencing a lower gravity effect. But I choose the magical sneaker theory. Still miles to go, and walking on clouds.

Rested

Last night the storm rolled In and just before it rained, the clouds were very close overhead and large. Like the storm clouds came down to earth to show me their might. When it started to rain, I was worried. Having a huge storm cloud that close, and the wind started shaking my tarp and tent. But strangely it passed within like 30 minutes. The rest of the night was peaceful, with very little rain. I woke to find everything dry, which is very unusual after the rain. I had a hard time falling asleep and I realized that I was enjoying the ease and worry-free nature of the campground. Today is sunny and cloudy depending on the minute, but I'm ready to make some miles. My body and spirit are renewed and I'm ready for the road again.

What a very long day

Camp is made, the tent is up and I'm ready for sleep. Took a hot shower, and feel normal. I guess those outrageous camp fees actually do cover something. The campground including the bathrooms are in very nice condition and well cared for. I'm ready for a nice cool night counting sheep. I sound strange even to myself lately. And then I recognized it. This is what, knowing that you're exactly where you're supposed to be feels like.

Dry

And feeling almost human. I did my laundry and even got to dry my sleeping bag. My sleeping mat is still slimy, but I have no idea how to deal with that sans the sun. I was really worried about the future of my walk earlier. For the immediate future because of the rain, and the near future because of finances. I am not what you would call a financial genius. Most days it doesn't bother me, but with the whole, deluge of rain thing, and my lack of sleep, I was just plain worried. Chewing my lip and feeling anxious. So I prayed about it. Don't look at me like that. I actually pray a good amount. Food is mostly covered, but its the miscellaneous other things that crop up, like my new $15 wardrobe. I also found out there is a state park right across the street, but like everything here in the armpit if the south, it costs the same as a hotel room in some places. So, I was planning on spending my last bit of change on that Cadillac camping spot. But that would leave me with like 10 bucks. And I was definitely going to do it, but really anxious about it. After all, I could buy a whole rain suit for that. I don't mind sleeping in a tent, and have gotten used to sleeping on every contoured surface imaginable. I've gotten used to bathing with baby wipes, and I've even come up with a solution to do my laundry on the road. But the rain just kills you on the walk. Wet, damp, rain in your face, cars splashing you as they go by. It just sucks when it rains. So I prayed. I prayed for something entirely out of my hands. And an hour later the Duane texted me and made a donation to the burrito fund. What a relief. And now things are simpler. I started this walk to find my happy place, both inside and out. I'm getting there.

A day in the life

I did get a few hours sleep, if you call laying in damp sleeping bag sitting on top a rain soaked sleeping mat, within a wet tent sleeping. And I somehow unzipped my tent during this so called sleep, so was introduced to every mosquito in that crow begotten field. The rain stopped at 7, and I "slept" until 12am. I turned on my phone, and what do ya know, we got more to rain headed this way. There was no way I was spending another minute in that field. I packed up all my wet nasty gear and stuffed them into my cart and headed out. The moat didn't seem to understand the idea of seepage, so I cut a swath into that jungle towards the road. I didn't bother putting on socks and my poncho bit it earlier getting back together into my spot. It was like the amazon, no path, and prickly plants ripping at my legs. There were more than a few puddles that my feet sank into up to my ankles. It was like 200 feet of that and then I made it to the road. I was finally free. So, soaked in rain with bits of plants stuck to my clothes I walked 5 miles to the local WalMart. I know, WalMart sucks, but as I approached the parking lot, all I felt was accomplishment, and being grateful WalMart was there, and open. I bought some cheap dry clothes and some flip flops. There's a laundromat behind the WalMart that opens at 8. So nows for the waiting game. All day yesterday and all day today have been perfectly miserable. Awful in ways civilized people have forgotten. But mentally, I never thought of it as that bad. Many of you don't know it but for the last several years, I have been severally depressed. It was nothing a pill could cure. But every morning I woke up with a tearing feeling in my stomach. And every day I would redefine and recreate myself, to get through the day. Living like that was awful. This was merely annoying. I choose this any day.

And so

I left me spot and gear and proceeded on through a more jungled route in hopes of getting to Mickey Dees without getting soaked. I made it but my feet are soaked, the rest of me is damp, and I'm cold. Inside the McDonalds is an artic chill, but I did manage to stand it for a few, to gulp down some food. To clarify the moat situation. Last night it was about to rain hard. So I crossed a ditch and proceeded to a wooded area to make camp. Overnight, there were flash floods, thusly filling the said ditch with about two feet of water. I am in a tight space, no doubt about it. I would have no trouble walking in the rain if needed, but if I try to get my cart across the ditch, it will seriously wetten everything I have. Now, the rain is supposed to pass by around 7 or so, and should leave this area rain-free for a day or two. My main dilemma is getting the cart across the ditch filled with water. But that's tonight or tomorrow. Now my feet got wet. Stepped into some big puddles and water flew down into my shoes. I need to get my shoes off and into something dry and warm. This last leg of Florida is turning out to be quite a menace.

Trapped!

I went to go back the way I'd gotten to my camp spot and now there's a serious moat around me. There's no way out. If I had a machete then maybe I could hack my way to the road. So I setup camp on some higher ground. The rain just keeps coming down. My battery is almost dead, and looks like I'm stuck here til the water recedes.

Wind and rain

Sitting in my tent behind McDonalds in a place that was just meant to be a stealth camp. It rained all night and is still coming down. I checked my app and it shows flash flood advisories and more of the same is coming. I got out if my tent and everything around me is water and puddles, and most of my gear is damp or wet. Such fun. Rain is probably the kill zone for the walker. Its not that I can't walk in it, I can, I have a poncho and tarp for my cart. It just kills the spirit and makes every step that much harder. There's a lull in the storm right now,and I will probably break camp. But there's another storm front on the horizon.

Leaving

Leaving in the morning is probably the hardest part if the day. Especially if you have a premo spot. Like last night, I slept in that pavilion while it rained. Only used my sleeping bag too, no tent. But then the morning comes, and you look at the day ahead and think, oh joy, I may end up in a ditch soaked and miserable tonight. Its a hard thing to leave behind the comfort over and over again, not knowing what the day will bring. The walk started by embracing the unknown. But each day, that lesson is learned again, and it reinforces the need for faith. I'm not necessarily talking about faith in God, but that's there too. Its about accepting that good things can and will happen to and for you if you let them. Expecting the worst of life and of people has prepared me for a very unsatisfying life that I lived with certainty. Good things aren't all around and don't happen for everybody. But they never happen if you guard yourself against them. So here I am, about 15 miles away from my dry pavilion, looking at the rain outside and hoping I can spy a good spot nearby. Its late and wet, but I'm going find something, even a damp or wet spot. But that's life. And if tonight's spot sucks, I will keep myself open to the possibility of a good spot tomorrow night. After all, adventure isn't bred in comfort.

Melancholy

Today I woke up in a pavilion set off the bike path. Then I went back to sleep as it was raining which was the trend for the day it seems. Not much walking, stopped at a beachside restroom and washed some clothes. As I was drying them (by hand), a Mexican family offered me lunch. I accepted, as per my new yes policy, and enjoyed a talipia rotel kinda of mix. They didn't speak much English but were very hospitable and kind. I am down to my walking boots, and hoping to find something better at a thrift store along the way. The weather is just awful, but what's new. More rains on the way and I need to make some miles. Should get out to 98 soon, and hoping I can find a shelter before the next batch of rain hits.

Good time

Making good time despite the weather. In fort Walton now and the first town today I haven't gotten the mean headshake intimating that transients are not welcome in our pristine town. This road has a nice bike trail, but just has homes and high society delis and stores. We walkers live out of convenience stores, and there just aren't any to be had. Very frustrating. I need my daily fountain drink or I'm just irritable. I did get one at the pizza place, but the ice was in big pieces and just wrong. Its the weekend and places like this make their money on these days. Checked out a state park and was 28 bucks for the night, and I had to make a reservation ahead of time. I don't mind sleeping hobostyle, and I keep reasonably clean, but I cannot stand wearing smelly clothes. Maybe I will happen upon a coin laundry today. So there you are, my exciting goals for today are to find a convenience store and a laundromat.

Rainy day

Its supposed to rain for the next several hours. Which leaves me at a bus stop that only partially keeps the rain out, or the Winn Dixie where people give me odd looks. Or to head out regardless of the rain and get wet. I'm probably going to do the latter and regret it, but such is life. My original estimate wad to be out of Florida within a month, and a month is quickly approaching. There are others making the trek across the country. Early on I found out about a guy named josh who left Tampa the same time as I did, but never met him, or found any inkling online about him. Whenever I passed something discarded on the side of the road that a walker would have had, I would say "Ah josh, decided you didn't need the stroller cup holder after all". And recently, I found out about a couple walking from Jacksonville to san Diego. They are almost a week ahead of me, and each time they make miles and I don't, it bothers me. I know its not a race, but its a walker thing I guess. Having a zero mile day happens and you sometimes just need to rest a day. But days where you could do miles, but instead are lazy, or just opt out because you just can't face the day is inexcusable. Walking is hard and not for the faint of heart. It takes a toll on your body, soul, and sanity. But it can be done in six months. Unless you take alot of wimp days and stretch it longer. The rain has stopped but my radar app says much more is on the way. So here goes nothin.

Tired

Only did 10 miles today, which is pathetic. My serenity break at the beach was only two hours, but then I walked and came to some stores about 3 hours ago and have been waiting ever since for it to get dark. The spot I found isn't very good. Its under a tree and a bush behind a Winn Dixie. But I just don't have the energy to look further. And a big part of me really doesn't care that its not a premo spot. I would be there now sleeping were it not for my rule about moving to a spot too early. But overall, had a good day. I definitely prefer traveling through this kind of landscape, then where the banjos are playin. For those following on facebook and instagram, thanks for the kind comments.

The water

Is a mix between emerald green and aquamarine. Its really quite beautiful. I was walking and had every intent to keep going. But o stopped for a rest, then pulled my cart to the edge of the beach and decided to jump in. I got about waist deep, but it was way to cold. Then I went back to my cart to dry off. Then I was just going to pull out my chair, and then I just said to heck with it. Before you know it, I'm on the beach, umbrella and folding chair unpacked, and I'm chillin on the beach. I know I have to move on soon, have to make it back to where there's a spot for an overnight stay. But man! It feels good! The only thing missing is someone to share it with.

Panama City beach

I slept behind a liquor store on the beach road where at least one homeless guy slept. I was wary, but slept deeply anyway. Maybe I'm just getting used to it. I wasn't going to go onto the beach til later because I didn't want to get all sticky and sandy, but I couldn't resist. Besides, its really not that crowded this early in the morning. The water felt so good. And the sand is like a soft pumice on my feet. I almost feel clean with the wind and the water and the sand. A great way to start off the day! At least until I try and put my shoes back on. There's this fog that hangs over the sky, like a mist before the rain. It keeps the sun and heat tolerable. My walk for the next 20 plus miles is along the beachfront, and then another 20 a little down the road. Should be real nice. The only negative if the day is that the humidity for the last few days had been intolerable and made all my clothes smell bad. I used the cologne I bought but the combination is like a garbage truck passing through an area of freshly cut grass. I know, I have my moments with the metaphors😁. Hopefully someone with a beach house will feel pity on me and let me stay for awhile so I can feel clean and normal for a bit. I can wish anyway. But I suppose this is the new normal.

Panama City beach

I slept behind a liquor store on the beach road where at least one homeless guy slept. I was wary, but slept deeply anyway. Maybe I'm just getting used to it. I wasn't going to go onto the beach til later because I didn't want to get all sticky and sandy, but I couldn't resist. Besides, its really not that crowded this early in the morning. The water felt so good. And the sand is like a soft pumice on my feet. I almost feel clean with the wind and the water and the sand. A great way to start off the day! At least until I try and put my shoes back on. There's this fog that hangs over the sky, like a mist before the rain. It keeps the sun and heat tolerable. My walk for the next 20 plus miles is along the beachfront, and then another 20 a little down the road. Should be real nice. The only negative if the day is that the humidity for the last few days had been intolerable and made all my clothes smell bad. I used the cologne I bought but the combination is like a garbage truck passing through an area of freshly cut grass. I know, I have my moments with the metaphors😁. Hopefully someone with a beach house will feel pity on me and let me stay for awhile so I can feel clean and normal for a bit. I can wish anyway. But I suppose this is the new normal.

Lighter

Last night under the bridge I slept like a baby. So much so that I woke up at 4am and was ready for the day. In panama city now, and under impressed. But I haven't yet made it to the beach either. To get to the beach I have to ascend this monumental bridge, which I am so looking forward to doing. Weighed myself today and lost 30 lbs. I'm very happy about that, so in addition to letting things go mentally, I'm also losing weight. I'm debating on whether to shave my beard ir let it keep growing. Its so very hot, but how often can I realistically shave? I think that I am finally in the "now", and not constantly ruminating about my decisions of the past. Somehow, I had branched off the highway of life and got lost. But now I feel I'm on the right path.

Under a bridge

Took this long till there was one that wasn't a full swamp passing beneath. Its not my first choice, but the path leads where the path leads. And this one led me under the highway bridge. Earlier yesterday I met highway patrolman snipes, and we just talked. He stopped by the side of the road today just to check on me which was pretty cool. And thanks again to Theresa, Kathleen, and Sarah for donating to my sanity! You girls rock!!! Though I haven't started yet, I plan on doing a second blog, that will be a story time blog geared for kids. I will post the URL, after I start it. Gnite

Faith & hobo holes

Yesterday as night approached I again became apprehensive. Finding a good home for the night can be a chore filled with anxiety. But more and more I've come to have faith that a place will be provided. I've also begun taking ownership of my camp. At first I was very jittery about camping in odd places. But also been fairly tired when it comes time to make camp. So instead of being all worrisome, I just accept that its my space for the night. It is just plain exhausting to be fearful all the time and I just have to let go and have faith that its going to be all right. When I rely on intelligence too much, it doesn't allow for much leeway, and I can criticize the heck out of my current situation, but that doesn't leave alot of room for the good stuff that could happen. Anyway, I found a nice spot last night between the highway and railroad tracks. It was a hobo hole; a hollowed out area in the bushes accessible from the train tracks. It was a sweet spot, except from the jaw rattling trains that came by twice in the night. I'm in Youngstown Florida today and on my way to panama city, and should be on the outskirts later today. Stopped at dollar general and picked up a few things including a cologne body spray, because I'm feeling that smelly. I really hope there's a campground in the next week. I could really use a shower. Its weird, but almost a month without sleeping on a bed. Hopefully today is full of good things and good people.

Day 24

I took a zero mile yesterday to rest, and I slept nearly the entire day and night. I guess walking 20 mile days really takes a toll. But I'm ready to head out and make my way towards panama city. I hadn't originally planned on that route, but decided I needed some civilization. People are just too nosey out here in the back country. In the city, if you see a transient headed into the woods behind WalMart, you don't really care or take notice. Out here in the back country, that's cause for alarm for some reason. Everyone git out thar pitchforks an knives, wa'r goin huntin! Anyway, I hope today brings me miles and nice people.

Exhausted

I just can't think straight I'm so tired. I've decided to make camp for the day but much further into the woods but still close to the picnic area which is a state run thing so I don't have to worry about potentially being on someone's property. I'm finding it hard to think straight. I pray that I am left alone, and unobserved so I can get the rest I need.

Crap phone

I apologize for the spelling and typos in them is blog. My crap windows phone doesn't allow me to go back and edit posts. My brother in law, Bill, offered to get me another phone on his plan but I'm a prideful stupid guy. So anyway, accredit my lack of editing to my stupid pride.

Beware of snakes

Yesterday around 5 or so, a sheriff pulled over and asked if it was me causing a traffic jam. It seems some ne'r-do-wells were calling the sheriffs department to let them know how they felt about transients in their fine town. I explained that it was BS and he shook his head acknowledging the truth of the situation. There was a Mickey Dees in town and I wanted a hot meal and let him Ithat's wherei was Ieaded. Then i asked if he knew of a place I could pitch my tent for the night and he let me know of a picnic area a few miles outside town. He said it was a place by the river with picnic tables and a cabin, and that normally it would be a problem, but that I could pitch my tent being the cabin for the night. He did warn me about the snakes, but I showed him my trusty stick that I used for snakes and warding away mean dogs. But I considered myself warned and moved on to the McDonalds. It was late in the day and I hated being in town towards the evening because its hard yo find a good spot for the night. I ate my burger and then headed out. The picnic area was 6 miles away and I had to pick up my pace if I wanted to make it before dark. On the way, I spied some good spots just in case, but there were too many cars going by and it wasn't dark enough to stealth into them. So I headed on. And made it to about a half mile from the picnic area. But there was all kinds of construction going on, and no shoulder to walk on. As I approached the area, I saw a truck just sitting there with its lights on, with no apparent reason to be doing so. That made me wary. Its been my experience that the only reason someone does that is to harass. But as I got close to the truck, I decided on the offensive and waved and walked up to the trucks driver door. I asked if they knew where the picnic area was, that the sheriff had told me about, and made sure to mention that it was the sheriff who sent me down this way. The driver's name was Duane and he had seen me walking several times on various jobs to Tallahassee, and he figured I would have problems with the construction area, so stopped to help me get past it. I was pleasantly surprised but thankful. So we loaded up my cart and he dropped me off at the picnic area a little down the road. I thanked him again and he left. The picnic area was old and out of repair. The picnic tables were concrete stained from disuse. There wasn't any cabin but there was a small building for the men's and women's restrooms. That's when I figured it out. That sheriff Doolittle wasn't actually being a decent human being, and his warning to watch out for snakes was a metaphor. It seems that this particular picnic area was a place for discreet liaisons and the sheriff was having fun at my expense. I never intended to setup my tent behind the "cabin" as I don't like people knowing where I sleep. That the cabin was a restroom made it doubly imperative that I find another spot. It was dark but I headed into the woods behind the picnic area. On one trail I found a chair against a tree. Not wanting to know what kind of uses that the chair would involve, I headed deeper into the dark woods. After finding a spot, I setup my tent and tried to sleep. Throughout the night there was plenty of traffic to the picnic area. More than you would think, blaring rap and bass music, gunning engines like they were on the prowl. I sleep fitfully without any kind of mischief happening near my camp. The lesson I will take from this will last a lifetime. Beware of snakes. Especially those wearing a badge.

Happy Easter

The walk lately has really got me waxing philosophical. I think about my friends and family and things left unsaid. I'm not going off the deep end, but being out here definitely puts things into perspective. Everyday I wake up and wonder if this is the day that is just to much to handle, that I give up on this crazy quest and go back to a place of safety, and comfort and a soft bed. Then I remind myself that its 6 months, and its not an eternity of this life. And that I can do this. Once I come to that conclusion, I am free to walk and enjoy the day. I thought I was lonely before the walk, but man its a whole other ballgame out here. Not just walking a walk that the people I meet just don't get. But the loneliness of this lifestyle. It can be near crippling at times. And its only been 3 weeks! But it gives me time to think like I never have before. Its not a conscious thing, but I start wondering about my decisions over the years and wonder how I have been so unforgiving. I think it has to do with that person I had become. The guy who's dreams just fell short where nothing was really worth the price anymore. But now, here on Easter day, I miss my family and friends. And I miss my extended family, the ones I never quite stayed in touch with, or got to know better as an adult. I hope today leaves you with contentment and a full stomach

Quest

It's really amazing how after interacting with good people how there's an added spring in your step. The folks at the Sunoco were really cool and accommodating. They even offered for me to stay the night if I needed to, but alas I have miles to go before I sleep. There are times on this journey where I look around and think, what the heck am I doing??? Seriously. I look at my life and wonder of all the steps that led me to this point in time. That I am basically homeless with no destination in mind. But then something good happens or I meet some really nice people and I remember, I remember that its a quest im on. Like sir Percival and the holy grail, that once the trail is found, heals the land. I know that not many people get it. That this whole idea of travelling like I am is ludicrous and hokey. But it makes sense to me, that this is the way I am choosing to find my happy place, my quest for what had been lost, that will heal the king and kingdom.

Onward

Today was nice but boring. I finished up ny laundry and basically did nothing. I was planning on staying another day here, but my feet are at about 80%, and good enough to walk. I am really just ready to be out of the south and should be into Louisiana within the next two weeks. Once I get further west, then I won't mind stopping for more than a day or two. Years ago I read a book by Robert Silverberg called the feast of st. Dionysus. It wad about a guy who after returning from a mission to Mars, found much of lifes meaning gone. So he headed out into the desert, similar to the Mars terrain in an attempt of reconciliation with himself. He came across a communal group that believed that salvation came by way of getting drunk on wine and attaining what they called the ocean of god. It was an unusual SciFi book written in the hippy era, but there was an allegory that has stayed with me through the years, something that struck home, about an oasis in the desert and finding home there. Similarly, I hope to find my place out west.

R&R

At Hall Landing at Lake Talquin and will probably stay for a few days. My feet are in sore shape and can use some time off. Aired out my bag and doing laundry, and mostly just sitting and not walking. Met a maintenance guy for the county named Frank, a real articulate and friendly guy. We talked awhile and he gave me some friendly advice about staying off hwy 20 at night. He also gave me a memorable quote... "the difference between an ephiphanous experience and a disastrous one is sometimes three steps". I am happy to just rest and relax for a change. Walking across America is a full time experience that even when you're not actively walking, can be very stressful and tiring. I've earned a few days on the proverbial couch, and I intend to get the most of my R&R. Too bad there are gators in the lake, I would really enjoy a swim right about now.

Today sucked

Earlier, I knew I wanted to leave Tallahassee but I kept finding myself doing things to delay the push off time. And so, it took me 4 hours to go 2 miles. But I finally sucked in the pain in my feet and my lack of sleep and started out. It was a grueling 15 miles. Grueling. It was a million degrees and about a zillion percent humidity. And while I was walking they were putting out a small forest fire. So I got to enjoy that as well. I did find this great big oak to take a break under and that was awesome until people did the drive up and stare routine, forcing me to leave. My goal was a campground and I got there with an hour to spare. But little miss I ain't got time for homeless trash informed me that the tent portion has been closed for renovations. But that another campground just a meager 5 miles away is available for tent camping. Just 5 miles! That's 2 hours and some change to us walkers, and would put me well past sundown before I reached there. My feet called me names, and not very nice ones, I did manage to start walking even through the abuse. I was looking for a spot just in case, but no luck. Seems every white haired old lady that had any kind of money settled down here. Immaculate lawns, house, and left with nothing but to watch the wayward yeti spring into the bushes so she can call the fuzz. After sunset, my walk took a turn for adventure. It seems that the local yahoos like to see how close they can get to hitting said wayward yeti, without denting their shiny new truck. So we played that game for about 30 minutes in the near darkness. Good times. Then I turned off that road into a road the campground was on. I eluded them it seemed and so they were able to go back to their regular scheduled rowdy, that I'm pretty sure involves a goat. I was worried about getting to the campground and them turning me away, or not being awake to admit me or any number of things that would cause me to cry unabashedly. I was also having a humble yet decidedly unhappy talk with god about luck finding a spot the last few nights. And i do recall some pleading on my part. Then a car comes, a Miata I think and a window rolls down. An angel asks me if I'm ok and if theirs anything she can do. She even offers to put my mammoth cart into her tiny car. She wants to help somehow, so I ask if she will just talk to the campground guy and let him known I'm on my way. I also though it couldn't hurt to have a local present you in case campground guy was like little miss sunshine from the other campground. She comes back about ten minutes later letting me know that campground guy mike saw me on the highway earlier walking and would definitely wait up for me. And then not a minute later Mike shows up with his truck to help me lug my cart a me faster to my camp spot. So freakin awesome! They were both so nice and helpful, and maybe I did cry a manly tear if thankfulness but only one. I am showered and in bag and tent looking toward a nice day tomorrow.

Today sucked

Earlier, I knew I wanted to leave Tallahassee but I kept finding myself doing things to delay the push off time. And so, it took me 4 hours to go 2 miles. But I finally sucked in the pain in my feet and my lack of sleep and started out. It was a grueling 15 miles. Grueling. It was a million degrees and about a zillion percent humidity. And while I was walking they were putting out a small forest fire. So I got to enjoy that as well. I did find this great big oak to take a break under and that was awesome until people did the drive up and stare routine, forcing me to leave. My goal was a campground and I got there with an hour to spare. But little miss I ain't got time for homeless trash informed me that the tent portion has been closed for renovations. But that another campground just a meager 5 miles away is available for tent camping. Just 5 miles! That's 2 hours and some change to us walkers, and would put me well past sundown before I reached there. My feet called me names, and not very nice ones, I did manage to start walking even through the abuse. I was looking for a spot just in case, but no luck. Seems every white haired old lady that had any kind of money settled down here. Immaculate lawns, house, and left with nothing but to watch the wayward yeti spring into the bushes so she can call the fuzz. After sunset, my walk took a turn for adventure. It seems that the local yahoos like to see how close they can get to hitting said wayward yeti, without denting their shiny new truck. So we played that game for about 30 minutes in the near darkness. Good times. Then I turned off that road into a road the campground was on. I eluded them it seemed and so they were able to go back to their regular scheduled rowdy, that I'm pretty sure involves a goat. I was worried about getting to the campground and them turning me away, or not being awake to admit me or any number of things that would cause me to cry unabashedly. I was also having a humble yet decidedly unhappy talk with god about luck finding a spot the last few nights. And i do recall some pleading on my part. Then a car comes, a Miata I think and a window rolls down. An angel asks me if I'm ok and if theirs anything she can do. She even offers to put my mammoth cart into her tiny car. She wants to help somehow, so I ask if she will just talk to the campground guy and let him known I'm on my way. I also though it couldn't hurt to have a local present you in case campground guy was like little miss sunshine from the other campground. She comes back about ten minutes later letting me know that campground guy mike saw me on the highway earlier walking and would definitely wait up for me. And then not a minute later Mike shows up with his truck to help me lug my cart a me faster to my camp spot. So freakin awesome! They were both so nice and helpful, and maybe I did cry a manly tear if thankfulness but only one. I am showered and in bag and tent looking toward a nice day tomorrow.

Ugh...Tallahassee

Another misstep in judgement yesterday. I was just outside Tallahassee at the Mickey Dees and decided yo press on and look for a spot. It wasn't quite sunset, so I strode onwards. Only onwards, was middle America, yards and houses, and no spot for the night. Instead of going back a few miles I crossed Tallahassee hoping to reach the other side and make it to the rural areas where I could sleep. I have to say FSU looks like a really nice college. And the stadium is a work of art. Anyway, I passed though some more trendy areas where the FSU-ites like to mingle, then made it as far as the sidewalks would go on this side of the city. Being someone who learns from his mistakes, I did not press on into the back country. Instead I holed up at a bus stop bench. At least until it became to cold, and I realized that I desperately need sleep. But my feet were simply not having any of my plans to find a more suitable hole. So I stayed at the bench for several hours.at about 1am, I had had enough. I made for a patch of trees, burrowed my way in and setup my tent. It was so close to the sidewalk that I wad concerned about being noticed. My camouflage tarp in great, until someone flashes a light on it and sees how shiny it is. And then I'm just like anyone else who pitched his tent 10 feet from the sidewalk. I did sleep, but woke up frequently. It was better than nothing though. And now its morning. I broke camp before the light touched the sky to ensure my stealthy retreat. There's a park a few miles outside of town, lake talquin. Aunt Sally just made a donation to my burrito fund, Thanks Sally! So I may bypass a few burritos in favor of a campsite with a possible shower. And a place to do my laundry would be great. I can deal with the infrequent bathing. But after walking a marathon each day, my clothes take on a very undesirable aroma. I have a roll up bucket, and if I can figure out how to rinse my clothes without using up lots of precious water, I would do that. This morning I'm headed backwards a mile to get some groceries before heading out of civilization, and maybe a bite to eat at Mickey Dees. For those who want to know, my grocery list is simple, chef Boyardee and fruit cocktail. Here's hoping the day turns bright.