I left April and her tavern behind and soon thereafter made it to the Conowingo Dam, what Google maps had said was the only fluid way to traverse the Susquehanna River for many miles in either direction. Well as it turned out, there was no pedestrian path across this very tight and very congested bridge […]
You know you’re doing well as a pilgrim when you are in pain and feel exhausted and are even suffering from a mild case of “I just crossed the Conowingo Dam on foot” PTSD and you can still find humor in encountered road-signs … “The ego ever champions the old adage that we should never […]
While it is true that the job of police officer does not by its very nature attract the most caring or integral of humans, it is just as true there is a Gold Core of Goodness behind every sword or badge. The latter was proven true on this day by State-trooper Samantha, who had heard […]
I keep on flowing thereafter and the pickings are super slim along this particular road, at least as far as places to rest &/or obtain some water, and I am starting to wonder where in the world I am going to get a much-desired sip of liquid life when I enter the small township of […]
I didn’t walk very far (seemingly into the setting sun) when Lisa pulled up beside me in her car and told me she had found the perfect place for me to sleep. Visions of my European sleepovers danced in my head as I climbed gratefully into her car, and yet the “perfect place” she had […]
There wasn’t too much to report on the rest of my night – a night that mostly consisted of me steadily & ploddingly penduluming between walk-limping down a mostly deserted roadway and pausing to rest (and occasionally even nod off – I actually got a few hours of sleep on the front porch of the […]
It was weird (and sometimes downright dangerous) walking along first Highway 1 and then Highway 147 this morning – from the town of Benson, through the hamlet of Fork, and then onward towards Joppa. There were very few locations to rest or replenish, and those that did exist were closed at the time (“Note: locked […]
One thing had become very clear at this point of my journey: American roadways were for the most part in no way made for walking … “Every journey taken always includes the path decisively not taken, the seemingly random detour through Hell, the puzzling crossroads of indecision, serendipitous shortcuts to fleeting safe havens, and of […]
I made it through Joppa without astounding incident and trudged onward into the days’ rising heat, stopping briefly in a roadside convenience store to drop off a cell phone I had found earlier on the side of the highway, and eventually made it into the outskirts of the town of Towson, where the Arnolia Pub […]
And then it was that I made to the near outskirts of the town of Towson, and then it was that I made my way easily into the subdivision where my cousins Betsy & Joel lived, and it was then that I was able to receive the gracious gift of a walk-stopover they had offered […]
There were many fine & wise conversations I enjoyed with Betsy & Joel (many about the depths of kindness and social responsibility and justice) during my two-day layover in Towson, and yet in retrospect I must honestly say that I learned & gained the most from spending time with my nephew JJ & my niece […]
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