Wednesday 30 August 2017

Sunday, August 27th, 2017

Rawhide, Nevada

If You’re Driving…

If you are driving at night in Nevada, you could run into a cow or a bull.  Yes, some of the areas are open range for beef cattle.  They have the right of way.  No problem if you’re walking.  A pedestrian is never fast enough to accidentally collide with one of those bovines.

More than one sweet person on their way to “Burning Man” stopped.  A woman parked her car at the side of the road, laid out her yoga mat and placed coconut water, sugar snap peas, trail mix and a banana onto it, leaving space for me to sit.  She was in the lotus position also on the mat.  Conveniently, she took advantage of the partial shade her hitched bicycle provided.

I told her I couldn’t sit.  “It might be hard to get up again.  I’ve been walking since New York—which is where she is from.  Promoting walking—meditative walking—is my objective.  Our lives are imbalanced…”

“Our country could use that right now,” she said of the U.S.  I inherited the goods on the mat and gave her my best thanks.

Rolin also pulled over.  “Are you developing your personal relationship with God?” I asked him, since last night, outside a bar, he had preached his point.  He’d had a few beers.  So well intentioned he was.  Now I'm facetiously getting back at him.  He took it well.

I also met Italians, two younger men driving through, who stopped to talk.  There were others who handed me much needed water.  That is saving me and also the umbrella.

I must also mention that to our great satisfaction Annaiudyangi aka Annabella, came to greet our party with her great grandchildren, Tommy and Serenity.

The only cool place for the lunch she brought—a picnic—was in a tunnel, six feet high, under the highway.  The lizards who call it home didn’t take too kindly to our presence.  “Hey bro, let’s share space, man.”

May the Source be with you!

22 miles

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