Thursday, November 3, 2011

Knock the Dust

A day of rain was welcome to both the dog an me. There was snow in Omaha, not a flake here in Fremont's Wallyworld parking lot. I took the opportunity to leisurely go to the 'laundry then watch the rain for snow until being lulled by the drum of the rain and the rocking of the wind against the van with me bundled on fresh warm bedding. Personal phone calls later roused, uplifted and disturbed me, depending on which of the four calls I received. 'Nuff said. My walk from Hooper went well, the day was cloudless and the hard breeze allowed a good edge where I was the plowman leading the World down thr long white line with just enough turbulence to work my Thu, Nov 3, 2011 joits.............that date just appeared as I pecked "old"... Today is the beginning of the fifth month of my journey. The rain-day washed the grit of harvest from three states away from the van. Though I took two days for weather, one was wind and I was unused to the fierce winds of the North Dakota Plains, One was an needed blustering day where I could have walked but didn't for which I felt guilty because I could have walked. Yesterday the break for walking was guiltless... When I walked last year it was four months to the day from when I left my front porch, walked in or across ten states and Washington D.C.. On this walk I have walked more days, on this leg I have not kept account of the miles and don't care. The miles average ten per productive day. I said from the start I am walking from "Sheboygan until Snowfall". There is someone I need to meet yet... Because of the rain and possible snow I deflated the world and placed it in the van when it was still dry. With the Nebraska sky blue from horizon to horizon I will now revive the World, repair the damage of being manhandled as best I can and walk to the next town...
I believe that what I am doing does some good. Even if it just brinbgs a smile to your otherwise uninteresting day as you drive past and. Never tell anyone you know what you think you saw. In Fremont of all places...
Walk, knock the dust off.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

It was really an awsome feeling when mom & I stopped on Highway 77 outside of Fremont to talk with you! You & Nice are truely are amaizing for what you have done for this cause!!! I wish you well on you ventures...God Bless
Tonnya & Pepper (Bacon Lady) LOL!

Anonymous said...

Eric, Just checking to see how you are doing.. Hope things are going okay in Louisiana for you. Been by my phone and no calls.(Ha Ha). As always you need anything give me a call!!!!! Big Black Truck