DAY 24
I went to Ben and Briar’s at 7:30 to get a family picture
before their kiddos went off to school. Ben, more than anyone I have met
reminds me of myself at his age (and Ben, if you’re reading this, that’s why
you made me laugh, it wasn’t what you were saying, it was your drive, and I
think it’s a great thing, so keep on keeping on!). The difference being that I
was hard driven to succeed in the eyes of the world, whereas Ben is hard driven
to serve God. He and his wife Briar helped me a bunch! Thank you Ben and Briar
for all your kindness!
Downtown Alta Vista at 8:00 in the morning. I got breakfast
in the café, but I was not very engaging, perhaps because I had been in online
mode for a while and I when I get focused on something, it takes time to shift
gears. Anyway, while paying my bill at the cafe, I asked the waitress if I
could pass out cards to the people there. I gave her a Faith March card to read
so she would know what I was passing out. She read it, handed it back to me and
said no, I could not pass them out because people would not want them. So I
left the café and walked around the town speaking with whoever would listen,
and giving out cards and booklets. While going from store to store and person
to person, I met Stan who I had met the day before. Stan said he had been
looking for me, he gave me a kind fiscal contribution, special dog food for
Jill, and 50 pounds of horse feed for Reba! Thank you Stan! (I should mention
that the horse feed he gave me was from the Coop there in Alta Vista, which is
known for being a good Coop. It was good horse feed!) Encouraged by my
encounter with Stan, I went back to the café, stuck my head in the café door
and said I would like to give a card to anyone who’d step outside. The cook
then came forward and invited me into the restaurant where I passed out cards.
Leaving Alta Vista, I liked this row of trees. I had planned on going towards my next resupply point of Herrington and stopping at small towns along the way, but Herrington was 35 miles and I didn’t have enough supplies, so I headed south for Council Grove, only 13 miles.
On the road from Alta Vista to
Council Grove.
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Reba drinking from a puddle on the road to Council Grove.
The trees are turning, fall is here on the road to Council Grove.
On the road to Council Grove. Late in the afternoon, we camped in an excellent windbreak across from a farmhouse where I left a note because no one was home. I was a little reluctant to set my tent up until the folks got home, some neighbors came by and said they were almost certain the owners would not mind, but they weren’t sure. When the land owners got home and stopped to get their mail, I remember the look of surprise when they looked over and saw us. I went and told them what I was about, and gave them a card and a booklet, and they were fine with me camping there. In fact we had a good conversation, and they showed me where a closer spigot was to my camp. Their names were Ralph and Melba, and their son Larry. Thank you Ralph, Melba, and Larry!
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