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9/7/2015

Four days of sleeping, lounging, and eating should have been sufficient to iron out the kinks in the body. I did nothing but take light and ginger steps any time I got on my feet. My movement was so slow, a snail could have outrun me. I let my body repair itself with little interruption. Over the course of the break, I organized a shipment of books we received from Capstone and dusted some parts of the trailer. I tried on each of my new shoes but didn’t take the time to break them in. The only footwear that hit the ground on my days or rest were sandals. But of course, I couldn’t lounge around forever. With the impending winter weather making cameo appearances I knew we had to rush along.

Was it possible to receive too much rest? The knees creaked at the outset of the morning...

9/3/2015

Breakfast was a simple affair. The little diner next to the motel served us two eggs, hash browns and toast. The familiar meal transported me to a time in my childhood. Funny how scent and taste can evoke memories of another time. The food slid right down my throat and filled my morning hunger. It was time to kick some rocks, polish off the day, and begin my much awaited days of rest.

The country roads remained naked. I could hear the sound of crunching rocks, the blowing air, and little else. I guessed most sounds didn’t like traveling the distance of the vast prairies. Occasionally large farm machinery would pass me like a tornado. They were hidden in large clouds of advancing light brown dust. In their wake I tasted powdered earth...

9/1/2015

The night air had left the trailer chilly. Even the flies which had snuck in from the fields were motionless. I wasn’t fortunate enough to have fresh temperatures for long. The light fog that veiled my view of the dirt road did little to keep the muggy heat at bay. I consumed a thick peanut butter and jelly sandwich for breakfast. I downed a cup of hot tea followed by a glass of water. I had enough nutrients to hit the road.

It took very little effort to find a groove. The traffic was practically non-existent. The only sounds I heard were the crunching of rocks under my shoes. The shoes on my feet had worn midway through the midsole. I was fortunate my road would be dirt for most of the day. I wasn’t sure my joints could take too much abuse...