7/3/2015

There were very few houses around the church where we parked. The town didn’t even have a chain store. The silence of the night extended into the day. When my legs began to do their thing, I passed large farms where the grinding sound of lawn mowers and heavy machinery made it to my ears. On this day my legs were feeling a bit worn out. I knew the culprit was my footwear. The best I could do under the circumstances was to rotate different shoes which I had previously discarded. I kept a constant pace and blocked out the discomfort. It wouldn’t be long before the warm bright rays of summer were obscured by dark, fast moving clouds. The rain cooled my heated skin for a little while but became irritating when my shoes sloshed.

When I reached Crystal, I found out our next destinat...

7/1/2015

I peeked out of the trailer and found the rain had left pools of water everywhere. The loud thumps against the protective shell of the trailer weren’t going to stop. This meant one thing. It meant I would close my eyes and rest my tired and weary body. We were fortunate that the office of the Brookside Beach RV resort called to tell us we could remain in our spot.

The non-stop rain lightened the next day. I threw on a blue plastic poncho and hit the road. The impermeable was not so impermeable. My clothes grew wet and heavy from the inside. The rain drenched my socks and shoes. The sloshing of my feet was a nuisance. The sound irritated me like a pesky bug. I eventually removed the damp socks. It surprised me that they smelled like a wet dog. We moved swiftly through the day...

6/26/2015

We spent day 288 in Fredonia relaxing. The morning started with a plate of assorted fresh fruit and a breakfast parfait waiting at the table. When I sat down, the scent of eggs, veggies, and potatoes floated my way. Maggie had gotten up early to whip up some of the most delicious things I had ever tasted. She had grown up on a farm and knew how to prepare a million different items. Jeff brought out a strawberry/peach smoothie to the table and chatted with me and Crystal. Moments later a few more items came out of the kitchen. I chose to eat Maggie’s homemade apple butter jam on my toast. The main course was a black olive and artichoke frittata. I ended my meal with a little treat. It was the flakiest berry turnover with powdered sugar lightly sprinkled on top...