Friday, 23 June 2017

Thursday June 22, 2017

Vernal, Utah

Night/Day

Cheryl was a great host at the Yoga Center in Steamboat. She even cooked a fine kitchari for us. Remember—rice, dahl, vegetables and Indian spices? The program included “Tales From Trails”, kirtan, and dancing. Attendees purchased books and beads. We were invited back for the future.

Now, the challenge was on. We arrived via vehicle at 11:15 p.m. at the spot where I left off earlier in the day. My distance for trekking was to be a real push through the night. It was dark. Strong flashes of thunder were ahead. Rain came, but little. The wind pushed the clouds very rapidly. The temperature was around 70 degrees Fahrenheit. No bugs were there to pester. Fatigue was evident. Near the end of the thirteen mile night-walk, I was staggering a bit, like a drunkard.

At the Motel 6, we slept—just a squeeze of four hours for me. Then a mere seven miles were left to complete. This time the sun was upon me, biting like fire on my neck.

But all was cool. I met two individual Samaritans who came to offer water. The second woman, an Hispanic lady, gave no explanation. “Here ya go,” was all she said as she presented a tumbler of ice-water. After she left, just a few yards into her journey, she shouted back, “You’re beautiful!”
“You are!” I replied.

I met a local fellow who had this new walking stick. I asked, “How far do you walk everyday?”
“About ten miles.”
“You’re a hero!”

Liberty Best came from the Vernal Express with questions. It was outside a bike store. The employees come out with cameras and handshakes.
“You’re the guy I’ve seen on the highway.”

Liberty took shots. She liked the fact that I’m seeing sacredness on the road.

May the Source be with you!

20 miles

Thursday, 22 June 2017

Wednesday June 21, 2017

Dinosaur, Colorado

Kindness, Bugs and the Summer

The other day, Elizabeth was watering the lawn at her business, The Westward Motel. Being somewhat dehydrated, I ambled along in front of the place and asked her if the water was drinkable. And so I was invited to drink.

“This is the best water,” she reassured.

I asked her about her rates for accommodations. “Do you have monk rates?”

“Sure, I’ll help you. You can stay for free. How many nights?”

“Three for three.”

“Okay.”

Elizabeth and partner, Shawn, demonstrated optimum hospitality. We gifted them with a small package of books by the Bhaktivedanta Book Trust. They were happy. It was our check-out time and time to move on.

And speaking of happiness, our group of three, were exceedingly content with the swim, yesterday evening, in a spring that fed into the Yampa river. My limbs got especially relaxed from the dip last night. Second to walking is swimming. My experience is that they go hand-in-hand.

Now my stretch for trekking today took me on Hwy 40 to the hamlet of Dinosaur. It was here that many discoveries were made of fossils, bones and remains of the huge animals of pre-historic times. Rather neat, if I might say so.

The reality of today was not sighting T-Rex, but having thousands of bugging, buggy wiggies constantly around my torso and head. I don’t know if they are out here to celebrate the summer solstice but they are definitely having a party with me. I take it as an austerity.

After our 20 mile trek today, our group drives back to Steamboat Springs to the Yoga Center of Steamboat to celebrate the summer’s arrival.  https://www.facebook.com/YogaCenterOfSteamboat/posts/1304640409590833

May the Source be with you!

20 miles

Wednesday, 21 June 2017

Tuesday June 20, 2017

Massadona, Colorado

Dry Day

All three of us like the early morning treks. Millions of stars adorn the sky up above. I asked the boys, Hayagriva and Marshall, if they were familiar with the Classical Music “The Planets” by Gustav Holst. They had never heard it. So I played “Venus, The Bringer of Peace” from the album on my phone.

How soothing and appropriate it was to have that playing while we looked up at the heavenly bodies and chanted our japa (mantras) over top of the music. We had the road to ourselves. We were kings of the road. The area west of Elk Springs is so desolate. Even rush hour makes you wonder how it could be so calm at the usual hectic hours between 7 and 9:00 a.m.

Once the sun arises, it is not long before it becomes merciless. That then draws black flies and mosquitoes. They have a circus and they come in numbers as plentiful as the stars had been up above. The further west I go, as the boys settle in the van for their reading sessions, the more dry as a bone the land becomes.

Wildlife is rare to see now. They are attracted to green but here it’s sage plants. Even hawks and crows are hard to come by. This is a desert for sure. There’s even some resemblance, in spots, to the Grand Canyon.

Fortunately, with my phone, while I walk, I am able to call anywhere in North America and get office work done at the same time. You just have to watch your step. Rarely does traffic interfere. There is so little of it. There are no billboards which is great.

Our meals comprise of snacks in the form of trail mix, wraps at noon and a cooked kitchari, a rice and moong lentil with vegetables, in the evening. By 10:30 a.m. I did my quota of twenty miles.

All is good!


May the Source be with you!

20 miles