Roosevelt,
Utah
Motorists Who Stopped
and What They Said
Worker:
“I saw you walkin’. I work in the heat all day. I know how it feels. I'll give
you a ride.”
An
elderly man and his wife: “Come in! You must be thirsty and hungry. I’ll take
you somewhere where I can get you food and drink.”
A
woman: “What are you doing? Can I share some water?”
Man
whose RV broke down: “If you're a monk, you got the wrong shoes on (should be
sandals). Don’t mind me.” He chuckles. “I’m just giving you a hard time.”
A
State Trooper: “You’re okay? Oh well, you're not in my county. Happy walking!”
A man
and woman pulling a trailer: “I was talking with my wife, here, deciding if we
should pick up a hitchhiker or not (referring to me), but you're different.”
An
Hispanic local: “I’ll take you as far as Roosevelt, Utah. That's where I live.”
Roosevelt
Policeman: “Where are you from? From New York to San Fransisco? Good luck!”
A
farmer irrigating his field: I had to come over. I'm an architect, an artist,
and I also harvest alfalfa on the side. I’ve never met a monk before. Happy
trails!”
Meanwhile,
two emails came to me, from a librarian I met yesterday, hoping my travels are
safe, and well-wishes from Glen of Boulder, Colorado, who remembered me from
the other day.
Hayagriva,
Marshall and I then left for Salt Lake City for a program with the renowned ‘kirtan’
man, Madhava. I want to thank Shyam Vihari.
May
the Source be with you!
20
miles
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