Rolling the World from Seminole Alabama to
cross the Mississippi River at New Orleans has left me a little tired. I didn't have the energy to stay up and write last night, I couldn't keep my eyes open after walking thru the Ninth Ward and across a drawbridge where I had to kick the World over as I carried Nice (the dog) over the grated span as traffic waited behind me, then zig-zaged down Royal and Bourbon streets against the one way traffic to Canal St. and the ferry which also had open grates I had to heft the eighty pound dog across to ride over the Mississippi, then a few miles more walking (against the wind) to a shopping center where I could leave the World in the care of strangers before getting a ride back to St.Bernard Parish and be led back over the river by the only man who offered a ride during my day of speaking to hundreds of tourists from Brazil to Germania and locals of every flavor and class. Nine hours to walk and three hours to drive there and back because of traffic and a broken down ferry boat. I would not trade it for a day relaxing on the beach. No one said this would be easy. No one said it would be this hard. Who'd of thought we'd go this far? It's like painting a house. One step at a time. Dip, brush repeat. Eventually you see results.
A chance of rain today, only a few sprinkles so far. I should get eady to walk now.
Walk, does a body good.
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