Friday, May 11, 2007
3:20 AM and I’m showered and ready to walk. The waning moon manages to pour sufficient light as I tread Hwy. 17 east. As the sun sets off his rays, larks sent sweet whistling sounds in all directions. Perfumed forests dispatched their fragrances from the pine and the fir. A loon had found his happy station perfectly centered in a lake.
Retired soldier Bill Hill stopped to talk. Now residing in Dryden and working at a printing shop, he recently returned from his assigned tour of duty in Afghanistan. He told me he had adjusted to heat and change of diet. He appreciated the less passionate life’s angle to long distance walking. He left his car running, forever it seemed, just to talk. We both took a break talking.
In Kenora, Darshan Doug from Winnipeg joined us. With him were Bhisma Doug and Ruplal from Winnipeg, and Yovany from Cuba. We scouted the main thoroughfare of Kenora together. Darshan Doug also brought along his parrot, Billie. I think she will enjoy the trip.
We met Michelle, who thought we were the Buddhist monks who were supposed to be in town to present mandelas. We had a nice talk with her.
Lots of motorists noticed us, perhaps due to TV coverage.
Revati, Bhisma Doug and Ruplal left after we had a kirtan, wraps and association.
The cry of loons lulled our minds to sleep.
44 kms
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