35 MILES = New George Record (Sierra Blanca – Van Horn)

Arriving to Van Horn after 2 AM, I sought any motel that would allow me to rent through tonight and checkout tomorrow morning, instead of simply checking out later this morning. I was refused by nearly a dozen of them, a fun way of progressing from the introductory motel row to the residential heart of town, home of a handful of churches. Setting off numerous canine alarms amid my search for the best church, I finally found the Baptist church to be quiet and calm enough for a good rest. Strategically choosing the least visible spot I could, I settled in for over eight hours of sleep. Just as I’d packed up everything, the pastor and a friend found me. They were very polite, but preferred I seek shelter elsewhere. I came to the KOA Campground, where I am now, and have been hosted to a free night’s stay + delicious restaurant dinner. A writer for the Advocate, Van Horn’s local newspaper, also found me here and interviewed me for the local story. I’m appreciating Texas more with each step :)

Halfway through my day from Sierra Blanca to Van Horn. I love these surroundings!!

Halfway through my day from Sierra Blanca to Van Horn. I love these surroundings!!

 
Halfway into my day, here’s a 30-second look around:
 

Last night's sunset. This is why it's so important that I always remember to look back amid moving forward...

Last night’s sunset. This is why it’s so important that I always remember to look back amid moving forward…

 

Yet another MAJOR milestone. Next time zone shift happens the day I reach the state of Georgia on foot.

Yet another MAJOR milestone. Next time zone shift happens the day I reach the state of Georgia on foot.

Sixty seconds on the highway at night (“What it’s like”)

Van Horn Baptist Church

Van Horn Baptist Church, this morning… 

And this was me arriving last night, utterly EXHAUSTED!!!

 

 

Sweet Sierra Blanca

Invited by Rudy, a local who lives in this stationary RV, I spent 2 days camping here, resting up my body after a rigorous three-day return to the Walk. Rudy set me up to best stay out of the fierce, freezing winds. He also gave me a couple of warm blankets, which is 100% of what made the difference of me shivering in my limited layers and getting a warm night's sleep.   Attitude: SO THANKFUL!!

Invited by Rudy, a local who lives in this stationary RV, I spent 2 days camping here, resting up my body after a rigorous three-day return to the Walk. Rudy set me up to best stay out of the fierce, freezing winds. He also gave me a couple of warm blankets, which is 100% of what made the difference of me shivering in my limited layers and getting a warm night's sleep. Attitude: SO THANKFUL!!

Such a nice guy, Rudy works at Sierra Blanca's RV park/restaurant.

Such a nice guy, Rudy works at Sierra Blanca's RV park/restaurant.

Spending the extra two nights in Sierra Blanca really worked out well. Not only did I get the extra rest and energized up for the long road ahead, I also was invited by Ms. Melendez, a local teacher, to speak to several classes of elementary school students before leaving town today.

Spending the extra two nights in Sierra Blanca really worked out well. Not only did I get the extra rest and energized up for the long road ahead, I also was invited by Ms. Melendez, a local teacher, to speak to several classes of elementary school students before leaving town today.

Goatheads!

GOATHEADS! These little devils are wildly scattered all across the terrain of the Southwest, preventing barefoot walking, flattening bicycle tires, and forcing me to spend nearly an hour meticulously cleaning the ground the other night, here in Sierra Blanca, carefully seeking out and sweeping away scores of stabbing goatheads before setting up my tent and settling off to sleep...

GOATHEADS! These little devils are wildly scattered all across the terrain of the Southwest, preventing barefoot walking, flattening bicycle tires, and forcing me to spend nearly an hour meticulously cleaning the ground the other night, here in Sierra Blanca, carefully seeking out and sweeping away scores of stabbing goatheads before setting up my tent and settling off to sleep...

Esperanza!

Somewhere between Fort Hancock, Sierra Blanca, I-10 & the Mexican border. These roads are so remote that Google Maps doesn't accurately track them, the only people I see are Border Patrol, and herds of cattle and horses aren't always behind fences.

Somewhere between Fort Hancock, Sierra Blanca, I-10 & the Mexican border. These roads are so remote that Google Maps doesn’t accurately track them, the only people I see are Border Patrol, and herds of cattle and horses aren’t always behind fences.

 

While walking a long, lonely, very pretty country road Saturday, I just had to stop and say hello to these guys in Esperanza. (Behind fences, these horses welcomed me to approach and snap some pics.)

While walking a long, lonely, very pretty country road Saturday, I just had to stop and say hello to these guys in Esperanza. (Behind fences, these horses welcomed me to approach and snap some pics.)

The following morning, I would end up meeting a cross-country bicyclist, Sylvia Halpern, who snapped this pic before continuing on her way to Van Horn for the day. The following morning, I would end up meeting a cross-country bicyclist, Sylvia Halpern, who snapped this pic before continuing on her way to Van Horn for the day.

 

Let there be WHEELS!!!

Troy Yocum and I left off here on TX Highway 20, several weeks ago. I continued from this very point today, 14 miles into Fort Hancock. This time I have wheels: A Chariot Cougar!

Troy Yocum and I left off here on TX Highway 20, several weeks ago. I continued from this very point today, 14 miles into Fort Hancock. This time I have wheels: A Chariot Cougar!

 I'm trying out this new cart-- all the weight is on wheels!! I pulled the Chariot on this first day back. After later switching to push mode, I never switched back to pull ;)

I'm trying out this new cart-- all the weight is on wheels!! I pulled the Chariot on this first day back. After later switching to push mode, I never switched back to pull ;)

The Exciting, Empty Road Ahead!

The Exciting, Empty Road Ahead!

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Outside the Fort Hancock Methodist Church. Night 1 back on the road, on my own.

3 Final Walking Days of 2010

Three days of teaming up with Troy brings us to Tornillo, to an easy-to-remember spot to return to, as Troy, Mareike, and their driver all plan to spend New Year's up the road a ways. My cousin lives on the way to their New Year's destination, and they'll be transporting me back and forth before returning to Tornillo to kick off 2011's miles to Austin.   I've come to gain a much fuller grasp of Troy over the course of our three walking days. He truly lives and breathes the project of his Walk. I can see that he's worked very, VERY hard at lining up sponsors, media, and wide recognition for his Drum Hike. His hard work has of course paid off. He's amassed far more material resources than anyone I know of on any similar project.    Upon first meeting Troy, and seeing all the material success of his Walk, I at first felt very "behind". However, as I've come to walk some days with Troy, I've also found that having so many sponsors and such wide media attention has also locked him into reaching many destinations by many set dates, and having to keep up with a rigorous pace to reach all of these destinations. This can result in storms of stress-- of a type I know all too well, for having slowed my walk down, after crossing the Golden Gate Bridge, was BY FAR the best decision I'd made since beginning my walk-- restoring my peace of mind and leading to a vastly richer "enjoyment" of the walk. Troy has far more materials at his fingertips than I do; however, my freedom to do what I want, where, when, with whom, and for however long is vastly greater than his.     Which would you choose?

Three days of teaming up with Troy brings us to Tornillo, to an easy-to-remember spot to return to, as Troy, Mareike, and their driver all plan to spend New Year's up the road a ways. My cousin lives on the way to their New Year's destination, and they'll be transporting me back and forth before returning to Tornillo to kick off 2011's miles to Austin. I've come to gain a much fuller grasp of Troy over the course of our three walking days. He truly lives and breathes the project of his Walk. I can see that he's worked very, VERY hard at lining up sponsors, media, and wide recognition for his Drum Hike. His hard work has of course paid off. He's amassed far more material resources than anyone I know of on any similar project. Upon first meeting Troy, and seeing all the material success of his Walk, I at first felt very "behind". However, as I've come to walk some days with Troy, I've also found that having so many sponsors and such wide media attention has also locked him into reaching many destinations by many set dates, and having to keep up with a rigorous pace to reach all of these destinations. This can result in storms of stress-- of a type I know all too well, for having slowed my walk down, after crossing the Golden Gate Bridge, was BY FAR the best decision I'd made since beginning my walk-- restoring my peace of mind and leading to a vastly richer "enjoyment" of the walk. Troy has far more materials at his fingertips than I do; however, my freedom to do what I want, where, when, with whom, and for however long is vastly greater than his. Which would you choose?

On the Road Again – this time to the beat of a Drum!

Returning to the road after months away-- much longer than expected-- is tremendously EXCITING!!!   Back to El Paso, I've continued walking from the southern end Dyer Street, exactly where I'd left off several months earlier. I am now teaming up with Troy Yocum, whose "Drum Hike" mission is to walk 7,000 miles across/around America, beating a drum to call attention to impoverished military veterans. A veteran himself, Troy came up with this idea while serving in Iraq. "A marketing machine," as I've heard Troy called, his walk is wildly successful. He has more sponsors than I could keep track of, which includes and RV motor home that follows him everywhere, food, clothing, stipends, etc., etc. Troy actually called me before his walk began, this April. I'd reached Tucson at the time, and I told him he needed to stay focused and mentally strong-- as walking across America is about 99% mental :).   My body was ready to return to the rigors of the road just as Troy was passing through town, so we worked it out to walk together for the nearly 600 miles, from El Paso to Austin. I simply verified with Troy in advance that he walks all the miles and doesn't take rides. He assured me this is his practice.   Today, I'm meeting not only Troy and Mareike, his wife, but also Tony the Vet, a Vietnam Vet taking a series of walks across America promoting a message highly similar to Troy's.   Here we go!

Returning to the road after months away-- much longer than expected-- is tremendously EXCITING!!! Back to El Paso, I've continued walking from the southern end Dyer Street, exactly where I'd left off several months earlier. I am now teaming up with Troy Yocum, whose "Drum Hike" mission is to walk 7,000 miles across/around America, beating a drum to call attention to impoverished military veterans. A veteran himself, Troy came up with this idea while serving in Iraq. "A marketing machine," as I've heard Troy called, his walk is wildly successful. He has more sponsors than I could keep track of, which includes and RV motor home that follows him everywhere, food, clothing, stipends, etc., etc. Troy actually called me before his walk began, this April. I'd reached Tucson at the time, and I told him he needed to stay focused and mentally strong-- as walking across America is about 99% mental :) . My body was ready to return to the rigors of the road just as Troy was passing through town, so we worked it out to walk together for the nearly 600 miles, from El Paso to Austin. I simply verified with Troy in advance that he walks all the miles and doesn't take rides. He assured me this is his practice. Today, I'm meeting not only Troy and Mareike, his wife, but also Tony the Vet, a Vietnam Vet taking a series of walks across America promoting a message highly similar to Troy's. Here we go!

Returning to the Lone Star

The cheapest, fastest transportation I could find back to El Paso from home was a Christmas Eve flight, during the late afternoon. I took it. Karen, sweet host from Anthony, picked me up at the El Paso airport. On Dec. 27, I was set to join fellow cross-country walker Troy Yocum, whom I'd advised several months earlier, before he began his epic walk.

The cheapest, fastest transportation I could find back to El Paso from home was a Christmas Eve flight, during the late afternoon. I took it. Karen, sweet host from Anthony, picked me up at the El Paso airport. On Dec. 27, I was set to join fellow cross-country walker Troy Yocum, whom I'd advised several months earlier, before he began his epic walk.

Plantar Fasciitis :(

Before beginning the Walk, I didn’t even know what plantar fasciitis was. After a good 500 miles on the road, I had a pretty intimate understanding of PF. Walking the long miles, day after day, with 40-50 lbs on my shoulders, was taking its toll. When Lindsay, a kind host in Ukiah, CA, offered to massage my feet, she didn’t await my answer as she instantly grabbed my left foot into her healing hand, and I about screamed in pain from an ultra-sensitive foot-bottom.

To alleviate my furious foot pain, I integrated a variety of helpful measures into my daily routine, such as learning to walk more softly and smoothly, a practice I developed over the course of many fixed-focus days walking through Silicon Valley, the weight of the backpack on my shoulders the entire time. I also expanded the quantity, type and duration of stretches I was doing daily. Though I’d consider such measures abundantly helpful in that they kept the PF from getting worse, the original PF pain never did go away. Coming home for the summer of 2010 would be more than enough time for the PF as well as other pains (hips, back, neck) to completely subside.
I was only half right. At the end of the summer, when the Walk reached its one-year anniversary, my back felt vastly better, but some hip pains still existed, and the PF, though better, was still very noticeable– especially in the morning. The prospect of walking thousands more miles with such pain was scary, so I wasn’t about to rush back to the road. And this worked in my favor.
Doing volunteer work, meditating, and visiting friends in California during the month of November, I told Brandon Bert, founder of Amazing Grass, who’s been a top-notch awesome sponsor of green superfoods, protein and energy bars to the Walk, that I’d be more than happy to spend some time volunteering at their booth during San Francisco’s Green Festival.
At the Green Festival, a favorite event for me, I met Amy, who worked with marketing AG products. As Amy and I were engaged in conversation, she learned of my PF pains, and told me that as a runner, she’d experienced more than her fair share of PF pains as well. Amy is a nutritionist, and was, but was told that fish oils would wipe out her PF. She decided to try them, and within a week, her PF problems had all but vanished.
Listening to Amy, my ears were as tall and as wide open as they could possibly be. Though I call myself vegetarian, I typically expose myself to a bit of fish a couple of times per year– a practice I began in late 2006, when I knew I’d be doing some extensive travelling through Latin America, and not always be able to learn of all ingredients in any given dish being served to me. Sudden exposure to meat will (after years without) will make a vegetarian sick– something I’d learned before. But, exposing myself to a tiny bit of animal bacteria every few months seemed to keep my body prepared. As such, though still a “vegetarian,” I decided to give fish oil pills a try. They worked. After over a year’s worth of painful PF-ridden steps, the inflammation had all but disappeared, within about a week’s time.
Not only was I close to returning to Texas with soon-to-be-realized ambitions of pushing the heavy pounds of my backpack in a cart, I’d also be armed with fish oil pills, which splash an enormous bucket of water on any painful PF inflammation that would ever dare threaten me again.

Lavender Summer!

Since the summer of 2007, when my parents decided to retire from their lavender growing and retail business, I’ve been privileged with access to a field full of lavender which, sans intervention, would go almost completely to waste. The same activist spirit which led me to the Walk of Inspiration Across America has led me to preventing a field full of beautiful lavender from losing its value.
Since the summer of 2007, I’ve had the most wonderful privilege ever of cutting and distributing carload after carload of lavender, en masse, to friends, relatives, coworkers, charities, and thousands of random people in Portland and Seattle.
Fresh-cut lavender, which easily retails for $7 per handful, is so much more fun to work with when freely giving it away to thousands of people, carload after carload. It makes all the effort and expenditure well worth it!
Countless friends and family have joined me in the effort, and have also tasted the great fun of lighting up countless faces in the process! See for yourself:
YouTube VIDEO: Would you like some free lavender??