Eureka, Utah
Utah
is Sweet
When I stepped out of the home of Charu and
Vaibhavi, readying myself for the ride to my starting point, the moon was an
amazing orange tone. The out-of-doors
always presents itself with more drama, sensations, beauty and adventures than
any indoor dynamic.
Hayagriva had spotted a bear, yesterday, a
few feet from him. That encounter with a
black bear was the first sighting of one on this U.S. trip. Curtis and I met a woman early this morning
who was carrying her pet ferret, who goes by the name “Alvin.” Cute!
And overnight, we all stayed at Charu’s llama farm, admiring the darn
attractive things.
Yes, nature, animals and pets are part and
parcel of this walk, but it’s also people.
Yes, people. They have been so
good to me. Utah is the best. I get ride offers all the time. In Spanish Fork, within the city’s limits,
motorists were stopping to offer a ride to destination wherever. Today, in the countryside, moving toward the
historic mining town, Eureka, I lost count of how many occasions like that
which occurred this morning.
One fellow on his way to Salt Lake City saw
me, felt pity as I sat tired by the side of the mountain, and offered a
ride. I decided to take him up on his
offer because fatigue and heat had indeed overcome me, but it was only up to
the point of where my crew was. I
relaxed, lay down, had some almond milk and then was driven back to the point where
I left off.
Eureka was interesting, especially that
rustic and original cabin of Orrin Porter Rockwell aka Peter, who was like a hunting
ferret for the infamous outlaws of the time. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Porter_Rockwell
May the Source be with you!
20 mi
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