Saturday 2 September 2017

Thursday, August 31st, 2017

Dayton, Nevada

A 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!

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