Steamboat
Springs, Colorado
Mountain City
Walden
is not a big town, but Carol was able to muster up some interest amongst her
friends to hear about “Tales From Trails” at her yoga studio, last night. Not
everyone who attended was a yoga student, necessarily. Some keen interest on
seeing and hearing a swami was there. We all together went about with some
mantra meditation. Thanks, Carol.
This
morning’s session of walking led myself and my two helpers, Hayagriva and
Marshall, into the bustling mountain city of Steamboat Springs. I like the
place. There’s more pedestrians and cyclists than the regular towns I’ve been
through.
It had
sidewalks for a change, and that’s always a treat coming off of angular walking
on the side of a highway. But it wasn’t long before I was back out in the
countryside, seeing the occasional fox droppings.
Motorists
have been extremely receptive at viewing a new face, with robes. I did, however,
come upon a road construction crew, who, for my own safety, refused to let me
walk through, even if it meant a slight circumvention.
“No!”
said the lady on the construction job who held up a stop sign for the benefit
of both motorists and pedestrians. “I can’t let you through. Is it against your
religion to take a ride? It’s only about a mile and a half stretch.”
“I’ll
co-operate.” So Randy came to drive me, even though there were side offers by
motorists when they saw the predicament. I told Randy I was walking to San
Fran. “Remember Nancy Sinatra’s ‘Boots’? Well, these bodies were made for
walking, and that’s just what they’ll do…”
Randy
had a good laugh and offered me an apple.
May
the Source be with you!
22
miles
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