Sprague, Manitoba
At the Manitoba/Minnesota border
Middlebro, the two officers at this customs place were absolutely shocked to
see me approaching their office. One uniformed person came out with hands on
hips, then a second.
“What’s going on?” says one officer as if
an alien descended from the sky.
“I’m a monk and I’m in the middle of the country
on foot starting from Newfoundland. My purpose? To promote pilgrimage.” That
softened the two tough looking officers, actually they were women.
After the handshakes I turned to head
west. A rainbow greeted me. It was a perfectly defined striped bow in the sky
and I happened to walk right under it’s highest point, in other words, in the
middle. It was interesting to receive that welcome and in the village of
Middlebro (hey, I’m a middle bro).
The bow dissolved under a deep blue
Krishna tint of clouds; then it reappeared but only to flaunt its last pride
for the day.
I read signs along the way that say, “No
Hog Factories in Rural Municipality of Piney”. People don’t want the pig run
off into their water systems. They are fed up.
A farmer’s dog came to join me for quite
some time. I gave him a mantra to hear, Hare Krishna. After some time my
loveable friend got taken by the owner in his pick-up truck.
“I meant nothing at all,” I said, “the dog
just kept following me.”
“No problem,” said Corey, the young
farmer, who is in the middle of a soybean harvest. Doug, who is 69 from
Winnipeg came to join me along with Daruka. We meandered at Buffalo Point Park.
Here you see no buffalo, but deer galore. What a great time with these bros
walking within the forest cutting ourselves from the harsh and rainy prairie
wind. Our evening was spent at 108 Chestnut Street, the ISKCON centre for chanting
and walk talking. I just wanted to give the group a taste of what a wandering
mendicant goes through in the modern age.
22 Km
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