Walking to Town

I was trying to post my blog when my sister and brother-in-law asked if I wanted to accompany them to town to meet friends at the Star Cafe.  Since I’d been trying in vain to post since I woke up this morning, I decided to stay in the motel until I’d posted, so she told me to call when I was ready to come into town and she’d come get me.

A few hours later when I was still unable to post, I tried to call, but alas––no cell phone coverage and no wifi!  When I went to the office, I was greeted by a sign that the office would be closed until 3:30 and with not a car in the parking lot, I knew I was the solitary person in residence at the moment.

The only solution I could think of was to walk to town–more than a mile away down a gravel road like this one:

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and then along the shoulder of the highway that leads to town.

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En route I would need to cross an overpass over Interstate 90 as well as an exit and an entrance.

IMG_1653It was a hot day and the way would be treelesss. Still, I set out on my adventure.

First, past the lonely horse in the pasture.

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Giving him a few pats on the nose, I was on my way again. We were both looking pretty hot!

IMG_1644As I approached the local cemetery, a police car pulled up to see if I needed help, but didn’t offer me a ride.

After a half hour walk or so, I encountered another solitary inhabitant of the road:

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And,as you can see from this view, I was drawing nearer to my destination. Just another 600 feet or so to go.

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I arrived at the Pioneer Auto Museum a bit wind-tossed and sweaty, and luckily the two very nice ladies in the gift shop loaned me a cell phone to call my sister. Ten minutes later, she picked me up and we did a short swing through town to see former residences and other haunts before returning to the motel.  It was, in fact, a bit of a futile exercise just to return to where I’d departed from an hour and a half before.  The rest of the day, however, turned out to be wonderful––old friends as well as some new ones, some surprises, a few tears, lots of laughs and a few messages from dear departed ones via stories I’d never heard before.  But it is 3:20 in the morning and I need to be up by 8 so I will desist and say as a famous man did many times in the past, that that is the rest of the story!

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My blog, which started out to be about overcoming grief, quickly grew into a blog about celebrating life. I post daily: poems, photographs, essays or stories. I've lived in countries all around the globe but have finally come to rest in Mexico, where I've lived since 2001. My books may be found on Amazon in Kindle and print format, my art in local Ajijic galleries. Hope to see you at my blog.

8 thoughts on “Walking to Town

  1. Betty Petersen's avatarBetty Petersen

    Where ARE you! Beautiful but sure glad I don’t live there. All is well here in paradise, lots of rainy nights and cloudy mornings.
    Miss you! Enjoy your wandering vacation.
    Betty

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  2. Marilyn Armstrong's avatarMarilyn Armstrong

    Reminds me of home. Basically, if you don’t have a car, there are feet. Or a bicycle. Or a horse. It isn’t so unusual to see someone just walking along the road going into town. Maybe the car broke down … or maybe, they just felt like walking. You can’t call a cab or grab the bus … so … shoe leather. Wear a hat, take some water. Talk about getting back to your roots 🙂

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  3. dreamer9177's avatarDreamer9177

    Sounds like a wonderful day in so many ways. I’m sure you’ll look back on it fondly for the solitude and introspection, as well as the wonderful pictures.

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