6/6/2011

I didn’t realize there were three couples staying at the Flagg and Farmstead. The previous night I had met Ray and Carol. Today I added John and Bonnie, and Darren and Denneta to my family of friends. I arrived to the breakfast table to find everyone engaged in laughing and conversation. Despite my gypsy lifestyle, it would have been nice to share the place with someone special.

It never ceases to fascinate me the way certain people are brought together at a certain time. Do you believe there is no such thing as a chance encounter? Why was I driven away from the campsite the previous night? How did the couples find the Flagg and Farmstead bed and breakfast? I don’t have the answers but, I am following the signs.

I had a delightful time talking with all my new friends and I d...

6/5/2011

Rain washed out the entire morning. So much for starting my new early morning routine. I was planning to take a day off anyway so perhaps this was my opportunity. I relaxed until one o’clock. Then the rain stopped and my wandering spirit began to nag at me. I listened to that little gypsy voice in my head, I packed my things and I took off. The conditions were fair but there was humidity in the air. Since I was supposed to take the day off I chose to casually walk around and see if I could find a campsite.

What I found on this day was everything Lincoln. How fabulous! We learn things about him in school and we know he emancipated the slaves but, to be here brings me closer to the spirit of the man. He becomes so real...

6/5/2011

The previous day’s sun drained me of all my energy. It was ninety degrees today, two degrees cooler than yesterday. It didn’t feel like it. Again ran through miles and miles of cornfields. Illinois is the state of Lincoln. I wonder if the landscape has changed all that much since his day. I mean the fields. Clearly the cities are much more developed and there is urban sprawl. But, for the most part, as I run past the old country homes, I could picture a young Abe Lincoln running around in the fields. I imagine a happy childhood of the man who would emancipate the slaves.

Punching out the first nine miles to Divernon was cake. But, my days go through many stages. Upon arrival of this little town, I discovered the gas stations where I planned to refill my refreshments were closed...