not so bad

When I rolled out of the sleeping spot, walked around a bit, I realized I wasn't "wicked" sore. Not that I'll walk up another World class mountain anytime soon, but the soreness has lessened. Now that I may stop thinking of the pain, I can ponder the Lesson. Not time to talk about those nuggets of inspiration yet, but close.

Ob

Rolling a painted canvas facsimile of our World up Mount Washington at night to face the seventy mile forces of wind sand and rock will beat the philosopher right out. We walked over eleven miles yesterday, passed the last hills of New Hampshire, passed the path to the fallen face of the Man on the Mountain -The Father-, saw a moose cross in front of us, were followed by a large bird while the wind helped our weary bones, were helped by the family atmosphere and good sense people of the first town we came to in Maine and I've got nothing because of the thrashing I took knowing when I went up 'full in' I'd be facing the impossible just to see how far I could get. I am down to one can of paint, my brush is small, our battered World needs my attention.

LIve Free or Die!

The New Hampshire motto inscribed on all the license plates. While getting one of my evening rides to the support van a lawyer recalled it's origin. Look it up, the reason is more than the words spirit convey.
New hampshire is a wonderful State. "I'll be back."

The Line

The World is half in New Hampshire and half in Maine. Ethan Wolf is still there, has not passed through. I am full in. Acadia, here we come.

the stroll

I walk slower than a mother pushing twins in a carriage.
We walked the Boston Marathon in forty seven hours one minute.
We survived strong winds on the worlds wicked est mountain.
We are walking to show that, whoever you are, you can somehow get fit. Walking the dog, with your son or your thoughts.

Moving on

We are at the poo again where we walked with the World yesterday after repairing the staff and saying goodbye to The Mountain. I tried to write a couple posts and lost them, like the summit, not meant to happen. We will start late this morning and move along to the final State on this journey.

I feel like I was beaten down by a mountain. Two naps of two hours a piece since I got back from the mountain and I know I'll have some bruises. Just one afternoon to bounce back just will not be enough. I haven't even looked at the staff to see if I can cobble it, or retire it like Mt. Washington retired us. The World is still in a bundle squeezed in the back of the van. It was no ordinary day in my world.
This morning after checking at the resort office I was sitting in the shade outside looking at the mountain in the distance when a family from Connecticut walked upand asked if I was Worldguy, they had been following my trip online through this site and my writings. What a small world. I am touched that they came to talk, a blessing after being crushed by the forces of nature. I can't deny the elements took me to school, to the shed, to the bottom. It may take more than a day for me to do it but I will bounce back and be stronger for the experience.
No parting words from me today, good night New England.

the butterfly

All through our journey I have missed the butterfly. Today my first on this trip to stop, a black and white one. The few others flit, but not like this one. It landed on the doorway of the van as we prepared to leave the quiet pool. After allowing two pics it lands on my back, then shoulder. It leads me to a nearby rock and poses with black and white wings splayed open and then flutters in front and inside the drivers door when I get in. Ah life,we are all butterflies. It flits by the open door now, as I write. Ethan Wolf patiently waits for me to head back to town,away from this moment. Goodbye, scarce butterfly.