Day 40

During the last week or so I’ve been facing a tough decision, and it makes me sad to write about it. I see forecasts of continued days in the 90°s and above, with only more to come. We are, of course, entering the summer. Sure, I could have headed north from Flagstaff. Like others who […]

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Day 40 + 1

I’m resting—let’s call it recuperating—from the past 40 days. The journey was not completely over this morning. I still needed to walk eight miles to Duncan. And frankly, those eight miles weren’t easy. I was running on fumes. I called the Simpson Hotel/Bed & Breakfast in Duncan at 7:30 am and Deborah, the owner, answered. […]

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Day 40 + 2

I continue to rest and recover at the Simpson Hotel in Duncan, Arizona. My hosts, Deborah and Clayton, are delightful; I am so fortunate to have been taken under their care. There are other guests to chat with at breakfast, but mostly I rest in my room or sit in the shade of the garden […]

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Day 40 + 3

Three bikers stayed at the Simpson Hotel last night and I ate breakfast with them this morning. They work for the Border Patrol at Las Cruces. George let me sit on his Indian for a quick photo op. Later, Rudy took me for a short ride on his Harley. No helmet—how stupid is that? Several […]

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Day 40 + 4

At about 6 pm the downpour started, preceded by thunder and lightning. Clayton asked, “Aren’t you glad you’re not out in your tent?” I laughed, but inside me I wished I was in the tent, 100 miles further down the road. Thinking about all this, I have mixed feelings. I know I could not have continued […]

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Day 40 + 5

I can’t decide whether taking the Greyhound bus back to Mesa was such a brilliant idea. What it’s turning out to be is a painful reminder of the hundreds of miles I walked through Arizona, the motels I stayed in, and the many places where I stopped to eat, camp, and rest. It might also […]

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Day 41

Poof! I’m back on Route 66 in the Mojave Desert. Call it Phase 2 in my attempt to walk from coast-to-coast. The Journey so far: I began at the Pacific Ocean in Huntington Beach, California, on April 17, 2017. After walking past Amboy, I became a “victim” of a Heat Dome that descended on the Southwest. […]

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Day 42

Adam dropped me off early, and I had an uneventful walk on Old Route 66. Although the area I’m walking on is closed to general traffic, I saw many construction trucks, and all of the drivers returned my wave. After a while, I turned onto Goffs Road, the road that will eventually take me to […]

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Day 43

Today I walked on Goffs Road (Route 66) past the town of Goffs. Not much there, and in spite of the population (23) listed on the sign, I saw no one, not even a mouse. I did see a number of trucks and cars, and freight trains passed me in both directions all day long. […]

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Day 44

It was a military-ish day. I walked into a light headwind (call it a strong breeze if you wish) all day long. This wasn’t necessarily a bad thing—the temperature was pleasant enough. I continued on Route 66 for a while when a freight train loaded with tanks and jeeps passed by, a reminder of an […]

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