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
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