I was making my way ever southward thereafter, all the way to and through the city of Trenton, when I came to a section of town that was a confusing criss-cross of heavily-trafficked highways; on-ramps & off-ramps & underpasses & overpasses all intersecting in a jumbled mess that was less than ideal for any pilgrim, […]
And so it was that Ruth did indeed arrive that evening, and did indeed drive me to her mother’s house, where I cozied up on a downstairs pull-out sofa and slept soundly through the night … “Sometimes a friend is most important, for friends are always there to laugh, cry, travel, see, hide, and feel […]
After enjoying a nice night’s sleep and a wonderful pancake breakfast at her mom’s place, Ruth drove me back to the Justice Complex in Trenton to pick up my Walk where I left it the day before. And even though the morning was late and rush-hour had long since dissipated, the traffic was still heavy […]
The safe & smooth bliss of my alternate route across the Delaware River was short-lived, unfortunately, and I soon found myself back alongside the dreaded Highway 1 and its almost non-existent shoulders – seemingly doing more dodging of traffic therein than actual walking thereupon … “When your efforts run in the face of conventional wisdom […]
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 […]
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