Reading Time: < 1 minute Since both I-40 (to the south) and Hwy 163 (to the north) are outside the realm of pedestrian safety, today I started walking north toward Laughlin from Needles on Hwy 95. And I’m pleased to report it was a successful day. Thanks to the mile markers along 95, I clocked 20.5 miles. Exactly. I love […]
Reading Time: < 1 minute 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 […]
Reading Time: 2 minutes 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. […]
Reading Time: 2 minutes 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 […]
Reading Time: 2 minutes 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. […]
Reading Time: 2 minutes 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 […]
Reading Time: < 1 minute 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 […]
Reading Time: < 1 minute 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 […]
Reading Time: < 1 minute 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 […]
Reading Time: < 1 minute 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. […]