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Passed into Kansas (a good while ago).

Submitted by fellow human on Fri, 2008-08-01 06:03.

Click on the audio blog file if you want to hear, among other things, my tired voice just before slumber.

Northwestern Oklahoma's red soil provides for good contrast with it's greenery after a hard rain.

Peer, OK

Submitted by fellow human on Sat, 2008-07-12 16:56.

Check out the audio file below. It represents a new addition to the blog which I hope will save me some time. Ain't workin' so far though: it took me forever to make this post.
Just so you know, I'll be in Wichita, KS, by this Sat. the 19th.

[img_assist|nid=180|title=Here's one of the rooms I stayed in at the Mercy House when I sprained my ankle. When Georgia brought me from the hospital, she suggested I load my pack into this old shopping cart that was in the drive so she could push it into my room for me. When I later returned it to the outdoors, it was odd pushing a shopping cart through a house.

It should not be forgotten America is a dream partly arrived at via someone else's nightmare. But it is a dream worth dreaming.

Submitted by fellow human on Sat, 2008-07-05 04:15.

Hey all.

I'm at the computer and in the house of someone who was at first a kind stranger and plucked me off the streets of Oklahoma City. Now they are a stranger no longer.

I've been very fortunate lately as far as people taking care of me. I've had groceries and meals bought for me and I think I've stayed out on my own about once in the last four or five days. There was Sharron and Beverly in Davis and Robert and Tanya and their son Joessiah (sorry if that's misspelled, guys) in Pauls Valley and Zach and Lane in Norman and now Dave and his two dogs, Maggie and Ginger in Oklahoma city. All these people took me in. I almost feel like I'm forgetting someone at the moment and I apologize if I am. All of the company has been very enjoyable and the hospitality very giving. Of course I've also been afforded more showers which is notable because they really help me sleep which really helps me function. Man, do I get dirty in this heat and dust.

Hey, now.

Submitted by fellow human on Tue, 2008-06-24 05:00.

I have "fine tuned" the intro.

Okay... I totally re-did it.

I'm an absolute revisionist---or is that an oxymoron?

But seriously folks, those "final pieces" I mentioned that came to me just as I left Dallas just sort of re-wrote the whole thing.

But this is it---the last time---I swear: the points and concepts will not be changed.

I am pretty excited about it though. Near the end it lacks a bit of cohesion which I will probably adjust over the coming weeks but it finally feels good. Like the right beginning: the right stuff in the right order in the right excerpt. It's what has needed to be said for two years and I hope you all read it. It is, of course, on the home page and is called Offering 1: The Nuts and Bolts.

Yep. Still out here and still goin'.

Submitted by fellow human on Tue, 2008-05-20 05:44.

As you may have noticed, I was in Dallas, for-ev-er.

I did a lot of stuff though.

I repaired my clothes, repaired and modified my pack and my signs, re-treated my rain gear for water repellency, got new shoes and constructed a sleeping pad that is just as comfortable but half as light as my previous one. I bought some lightweight "galoshes" for the rain that will more often find me, some bug repellent for the blood sucking hordes that have begun to find me, a back-up phone and a solar powered battery to keep it in the juice.

Here's a little slide show I call "pointy things of the desert" from my tramp through the dry-lands. You can freeze it to read the captions by bringing your cursor into the photo field or stop or change directions with the buttons at top.


Submitted by fellow human on Tue, 2008-04-01 22:18.

"What do you mean?" I said.

I had been warned by many people that the law in the South could be... difficult. But this was totally unprecedented.

"I tell you what" said the trooper in the now familiar West Texas fashion. "The only things allowed on this freeway, are vehicles. There's a sign on every entrance ramp stating that pedestrians are prohibited. So I'm giving you two choices. You can either accept, like a man, the $180 ticket for walking on the freeway, pay your dues now since you're a transient, and never walk on a Texas freeway again. Or, if you want to continue to pretend that you are a vehicle on this freeway, you can come with me to the Texas Dept. of Transportation, and fill out and submit the paperwork and $55 for your registration and plates."

Old post started before Tucson.

Submitted by fellow human on Wed, 2008-03-26 22:28.

This is an ancient and now completed blog post that I started back before I'd even made Tucson. I Figured I might as well just put it out there. Plus I've now mastered photo capability!

You are getting sleepy...going back in time...

Okay, Arizona's a bit of a slump.

I really needed to whip some things into shape before I hit Tucson because the response so far has been a bit dismal. So I holed up on a rocky, hilly patch of desert about 16 miles NW of the big burg, on the South side of a place called Marana.

My back yard for a time.My back yard for a time.

Deming NM

Submitted by fellow human on Thu, 2008-02-28 00:34.

Just wanted to say hello.

My phone---the technological hub of this whole thing---went down a couple weeks ago. I had to send it in for repairs and buy a new one that I must preserve very carefully, box and all (no small feat considering my present lifestyle) so I may return it within a 30 day period.

The new phone stopped being able to log on to my site a while ago. That and the fact that I've been walking through very desolate areas with library facilities far and few between has left me using the computer access I have been getting for other essential matters besides writing blog posts and the like.

Phoenix, AZ

Submitted by fellow human on Mon, 2007-12-24 00:52.

Some of you know that I've tried this once before. I attempted to walk from NYC to the West coast. That bid was begun Dec. 22nd, 2006 and was cut short largely by my incapacitation via a stress fracture in my right foot. The idea at the outset of that first attempt was to wrap it up in a year and return home to a Christmas gathering with my parents and my Brothers who would be visiting from opposite ends of the country.
My family is rather far from harmonious, but I love them all dearly and seem to crave such times as when we can all be together. These days events such as the Christmas I've mentioned have become less frequent than in the past and this adds gravity to something that may at any time make any one of them a one of a kind affair: my Mother and Father being respectively in their seventies and eighties.

Blythe, CA

Submitted by fellow human on Tue, 2007-12-04 20:03.

Hello again fellow human.

Blythe: at least that's were I was when I started this post, and it's the 15th now, not the fourth.

Apparently my email address was not working for a time. This has now been fixed. If you sent me email and it appeared not to go through, please ressurect it from your sent folder and re-send it to me again. Thank you.

So there I was, weeks ago now, nestled down in a nice dark nook of royal oaks Park in Duarte, CA.

Taking a cue from the evening sky I had chosen to remain free of both the confining interior of my tent and the process of setting it up.

Having lain down with a great sigh of tired relief I was approaching that strange sudo-awareness between consciousness and the lack thereof when suddenly all other sounds where drowned (pun intended) out by the spitting and hissing emergence of my new regional nemesis, the mandatory green space sprinkler system. This one was equipped with the heads that shot streams some 25-30 feet in a customised pattern. As the fearsome jets made their presence known no water was landing even close, yet I quaked with fear of tribulation and the down cocoon I was encased in seemed to be quaking right along with me. But were we within the reach of these monsters of coincidence?

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