It was essentially impossible to cross so many lanes of high-speed traffic to make it to the “correct” (i.e. against the direction of traffic) left-hand side of the roadway, and the right-hand shoulder soon became almost completely unwalkable (with me spending far more time looking back over my shoulder and stopping to lean away from […]
I made it off the roadway in what turned out to be the far outskirts of Morrisville, and had resolved to enter the very first establishment that crossed my path for some water and arest – an establishment that happened to be Four Paws Doggie Daycare; an establishment staffed by uber-nice employee Lori and super-kind […]
Onward I ambled thereafter, all the way to an auto-shop where Natalie & her husband (from Belarus) were equally amazed by my endeavor, and showered me with food and water and encouragement – and the parting gift of a Star Wars hat … “The Polish journalist Ryszard Kapuscinski, acclaimed as the most brilliant and perceptive […]
I then came to the somewhat majestic-looking Calvary Full Gospel Church (ironically located in the town of Fairless Hills) and entered for some reverent solace and cooling libations. I shared my story briefly with the ladies on staff there and asked for some water and a place to rest for a bit. In true Paulinist […]
Onward thereafter into the now blazing day, and I am soon enough graced by an off-road walkway both smooth and shaded … “When there is time, the time travels. To have time as your friend we must travel with it willingly. Whether standing still or walking slowly, let time flow its wished for way. Feel […]
I thereafter made it to the outskirts of Bristol, where the Calvary Baptists Church food pantry justy happens to be in full swing. I enter with a gentle smile and sit for a time with everyone there – answering their questions about The Walk while sipping gratefully on the cold water they had given me. […]
I then entered the town of Bristol proper as the day began to shift into early evening. I was tired and a bit gimpy by this point in the day’s walking, and I thought that Bristol would be the place where I would lay my head for the night. And yet no ready-made home-free domiciles […]
On & on & on I walked into the deepening night, along a surprisingly heavily-trafficked roadway all the way to the town of Croydon, where I tried to sleep in huge roadside warehouse that was under construction there. And yet the place proved to be too loud and well-lit and waterless for a rest-stop, and […]
The aforementioned bench just wasn’t cutting it that night, so I rose groggily and headed back out onto The Road – weaving in fatigue along the roadside for what seemed like mile after mile after mile; into and then through the town of Bensalem (where the still under-construction Waterside Community was unreceptive to any attempt […]
And the finite night continued to feel endless, with me ambling on & in & on into the still-thickened gloom; finally getting very close to Philadelphia (I could tell from the throbbing noise and the growing glow both humming from the near horizon), where a few kind locals helped this shaggy, late-night pilgrim find his […]
I woke from my restless few hours on the gas station bench and continued onward into the then very early morning, stopping briefly in a local IHOP to rest in its inviting foyer along the way (the manager kicked me out, ironically in short order, with a somewhat rude “If I let you rest here […]
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