My last morning in Wisconsin flew by. I left the cabin on the bluff and took the back way that winds through the woods to Main street and found THe Bright Spot to eat. The roll down the steep roads in the shade was the most pleasant time I had had since I began this walk on the third of July from Sheboygan. Most of the walking was in beautiful farm country. Finally, and on the last day, I got to take in a wooded area that I had only see from a distance as I walked across the dairyland. I ate breakfast ate the "liars table" with the locals. There was the farmer who had given the World a ride on the tractor down the gravel road to the cabin two days before. It's good I am not so stubborn I insist on walking every inch otherwise I would have not had the fun of watching the World in tow on the bail forks of a farm tractor. After eating I was told another back way and walk awhile down a shaded road for one last time before I had a stretch of highway with guardrails on both sides with just enough room for me to roll between the rail and the white line. Then I turned west to cross the Mississippi, a three mile run to the grated bridge into Lansing Iowa. I made it to the bridge and two minutes later had the World on the back of a pickup over to Iowa. The bridge is very narrow and the dog can't walk it anyway. In lansing I was able to clean the clothes from the week of nasty heat that had the van smelling like a gym locker and was able to park the van in the shade of the bluff by the river. My time in Iowa was short but enjoyable. A sunny days walk and I was to the boarder town at the tip corner of Iowa New Larkin(oops New Albin). I got to know the townsfolk and made my way into Minnesota yesterday. Within Yards of crossing the state line a man stopped in the road and asked to be enlightened... then he asked what I was going to do when the rains came after a clap of thunder. I joked in answer to both questions. It rained, misted, drizzled and poured while I walked to Brownsville. The distance was further than we had walked in one day since we began this one. Along with the extra weight of a water logged World I was tired and had to nap before I went to The Top of The Rock for a debate with the bartender over whether I am cheating by having the van with me. He thinks I should walk without the help of supplies. I have walked without a ll those things. Slept out of the tent in my pack and wore the same clothes for far too long. I have waited untill late at night and run across interstate bridges and walked dayts out of my way to cross a bridge I could walk over. I'm too old for that. If it's unsafe, if a tornado is coming. If I will hold up traffic crossing a miles long bridge, I'll get help.
This morning I didn't want to write anything so I apologize for the dry post and as always for the poor spelling and punctuation. I may be inspired soon, like the aweesome view I saw yesterday with the grey clouds and mist hanging in the valley with birds singing and butterflies fluttering. Then in a moment the scene lost it's luster and ws gone. I wish I had stopped then and there to write the feelings, the sights, the sounds of that moment. Maybe next time. Thanks to the owner of The Copper Penny.
Hot or not I am walking. How about you? Love yourself and walk a little. And take someone you love with you, you might get a hug for your trouble.