Saturday, July 31
One interesting aspect of this trip is that I never know what a new day will bring. One day may find me camped along the side of the road in some out-of-the-way location, another may find me in a cheap motel afraid to climb into the sheets, and today I find myself in a plush lodge in Jackson Hole, Wyoming, surrounded by the rich and famous wondering how I ended up here?
Three days ago my good friend Ken Clark and his wife Lillian picked me up and forwarded me 60 miles ahead to Jackson so that I could enjoy their company and more comfortable accommodations. It has quite the change and I cannot express my appreciation for their companionship and generosity. Outside my window is a pool with two artificial waterfalls that I can see as I sit and type. Pretty people are laughing at the pool's edge as waiters supply their every need and want. I feel a social commentary is in order but for now I will refrain and enjoy my unusual surroundings.
Tomorrow I will return to the road. Ken and Lill will drop me off where they picked me up and continue home to Oregon. These moments are always a little awkward and make me feel the most lonely. Eventually, the feeling will pass and I will again be fine. I have never liked goodbyes.
Returning to Jackson, I will now have the advantage of being somewhat familiar with the route I have to walk. The mountain pass I must cross did not seem as steep as I expected but I was traveling by car - we'll see how it is on foot. I am also going to inquire about possibly leaving part of my load here to pick it up when I return in three days. If so, this will lighten my cart and make the climb up the mountain easier. We'll see.