The crop circles are irrigation pivots.
The blurry dot is a rabbit (flip phone camera).
There are no motorized vehicles allowed on this trail, but think about the gravel spreader. It’s a mule, I just found out.
This walk equates to my 15 mile daily walk circumscribing Columbus 2011-2016. (Measured by Google Maps.)
I’m off my involuntary meds again and now I’ve got 70 nueroleptic lbs to burn again.
I about died! Shit! My hometown is dry like a desert and there are no Casey’s General Store every corner to hydrate. I got dizzy and passed out under tree and when I awoke I was walking the wrong way, because I ended up at the cemetery and I visited my mom’s grave, and it was like a sign from above, because there is a pump fountain near mom’s grave and I had to drink from it.
The road ahead!
In 2006 I got a shirt from a walk for charity thing in this town, volunteering at the library. I wore the heck out of it after my parents had me sent to the city. All I’ve done is walk and blog for the past ten years, really.
I saw some alfalfa baling and thought it was hay (I am really out of shape on this! It’s hard to believe that I used to FFA range judge or that I even graduated out here, doing this stuff.). Hay, that’s going to be my job at dad’s in July.