Cold Springs, Nevada
With
the Highway People
As usual, stars greet me in the morning,
some of which make that dive. Owls
hoot. Bats fly past. The air is warm, then cool. A diversity of currents come at you. Then the sun rises and everything
changes. The night life for the animals
comes to an end and everything is relatively quiet, except for man.
The traffic of vacationers begins. For me some attention comes. People wave, honk or stop. Over pulls a young woman from Oklahoma. She walks with me a bit. A vehicle from New York with two couples
comes to a halt. “Can we help?”
“Just walking—across the U.S.”
A local rancher, with some young men, asked
Marshall, who’s coming my way, if all is
okay.
“So you’re just going for a walk?” https://youtu.be/7qaYi6KuHhc
“I’m supporting the monk,” says Marshall.
“Monk!?” mentioned the fellow, as if
there’s a Martian in town.
We came upon the Pony Express station and
the remains of a Long Range Station. The
Shoshone tribe camped in these areas in winter.
You get this rich history here.
The train and the Lincoln Highway changed modes of travel forever. Devon—whom we met up with again—and I, are
cross-nation walkers who defy, in a way, these alternative modes of travel,
merely by our constant stepping on the soil.
In Austen, the Nevada branch of the Lincoln
Highway association met at Leland House and we were invited. After all Hwy 50 and the historic Lincoln Hwy
merge here. Bob, the mayor, played
sax. We were in good hands. Nice people.
My purpose is to do just that—to meet and mingle and let them know that
Krishna is cool.
May the Source be with you!
20 miles
Editor’s note: For a visual and informative
history of the area, check out this series of YouTube videos.
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