Dayton, Nevada
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Fort, A Lady and Some Heroes
I veered off the hectic Hwy 50 for a slightly
divergent, more peaceful stroll along a parallel Fort Churchill Road. Much to my surprise, I came upon the historic
old fort, now looking like ancient Roman ruins.
I was intrigued to see this wonder at the side of an old dirt,
meandering road, beside the Carson River.
The fort, like a number of American
structures, was built—this one in the 1860s—to protect operations from so-called
“Indian” raids. I have a hard time with
that one.
Nevertheless, I found peace on this
road. I also had the pleasure to plod
along on some parallel roads in the Dayton suburbs where wild horses roam
free. You can say I was, in one sense,
following the horse-poop trail, and then, there they were, grazing at a nearby
open lot—stallions, mares—a whole community of them. Their tails were just lovely, shooing flies
off their beautiful bodies.
Then, I had no choice but to hit that crazy
Highway 50 with my umbrella—for protection from the sun—to accompany me. And as a relief, I had an appointment with
Carol from the Comstock Chronicle at the
Black Coffee Shop. I had juice. I didn’t really have a formal interview with
her. It was more of a conversation that
seemed to have no end. We spoke about
issues upon which we most definitely agree, and almost forgot about the walking
purpose. However, we stuck to the
general topic of dharma, basics of
life. It was most gratifying. Reporters, broadcasters, policemen—I love
them.
May the Source be with you!
20 miles
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