Stagecoach, Nevada
Not
Exactly Galloping to Stagecoach
Highway 50 splits. Our route is 50 proper, also known as Carson
Express (check Kit Carson). The Lincoln
Highway and Pony Express also merge into this one. I passed a major lake, Lahontan, on my left,
and entered an area as dry as a bone. A
sign warns traffic—and walkers I suppose—“Dust Hazard, Next 4 Miles.”
Okay!
Let’s see!
With less sleep last night, at times, I
feel like I'm dragging myself. The early
rise is for following the motto: “Beat the heat!” Also, I was booked for a talk at the Silver
Springs Senior Centre for 10:30 a.m.
Lovely people! Good listening and
good sharing!
It doesn’t always go totally smoothly in
places. When the three of us came to the
centre in Fallon, after an okay to come and mingle, a supervisory person denied
us, saying, “You may not call it soliciting, but we do!” Of course, that was not our intent at
all. Speaking on “Tales from Trails” was
our sole agenda.
And there’s more of that kind of rejection
at times. When Hayagriva made a personal
visit to KVLV AM radio station, which is located in a private older home, seven
barking and growling dogs cornered him in the foyer. The broadcaster
interrupted his weather report on air to tell him, “We don’t do interviews.”
The greatest reception comes, by far, from
the motorists. For instance, when I was
trekking at a busy hour, I was thinking, Few
younger folks care for the notion of pilgrimage, what to speak of Eastern
thought. Just then a sprightly young
man pulled over and expressed his personal interest in Eastern
philosophies.
And there was Loraine, who participates in
dog rescue, and who was moved to tears of joy when she met me on the side of
the road. “It’s rare to meet someone
spreading peace in our troubled world,” she said.
May the Source be with you!
20 miles
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