After a wet morning, a ten-mile day begins from the very point at which I'd last left off on quiet Fire Station Road, in Pendleton.

A very sociable roadside jackass wishes me good morning!

A rare treat, over 80% of my day was spent on QUIET rural roads, such as this one.

The first church I passed today, this was an excellent location to stop, sit on the front steps, close my eyes, and spend at least a half hour meditating. To me, proper meditation is the #1 ingredient to a successful Walk and a successful life!

Andrew St. John, running for U.S. Congress, stops to say hello as I pass by.

Traveling at turtle speed allows the joy of being rained on by thousands of leaves spinning their way down to earth.

About a mile from day's end, I meet Moe. 99% of the dogs who rush up to me as I walk by are aggressively defending their turf. Not Moe. He just wanted to say hello, and wanted to play. It didn't take long to see that Moe was an escapee, as he was aimlessly wandering around, dangerously cutting off cars, etc.

I saw a phone # on Moe's tag, and though I could only leave a voice message on the #, I didn't know what to do about Moe. I couldn't sit in the middle of the field and wait with him indefinitely for a return call that might or might not come to pass. I also didn't want for him to get hit and hurt on the road. Then it clicked: my little sports belt of my pants could function as a short, makeshift leash! I walked this strong, active 35-lb dog home with me. I was called just before arriving. The owners were out of town, and the neighbors were being dispatched to retrieve Moe.

Happy ending for Moe, as he's being picked up and taken home by his neighbors