This is a Future Journey come to Fruition

This Journey of a Thousand Days is the current Life Journey that this Wayƒarer is presently walking. This Journey of a Thousand Days began on Monday, 12 February 2024 and will continue until 07 November 2026

In Ohio, there are two ecoregions, both of which are designated as plateaus and are named: (10K) the West Allegheny Plateau and 10N) the Interior Plateau. During my 2026 Journey On in Ohio, I will only be experiencing the West Allegheny Plateau ecoregion and only after I have driven across more that half of Ohio.

Awake, arise to a comfortable morning, dress in my spring blues, climb forward into the drivers seat and then start the jammer engine. After a couple of minutes, I then pull out of the d-mart lot, turn left onto SH 209 and drive to the next light, turn right and drive to the w-mart, park, carry my computer bag inside, set up at a table and then coffee, com and key pounding.

I continue here inside the cafe all day long and do not depart until after the sun sets and the dark of night has replaced the light of day. After leaving the cafe, I walk down to the third storefront to the Chipotle grill, walk into the front door and proceed to purchase my evening meal. After eating, I drive back south on SH 209 to the d-mart, park in a location on the outer perimeter, put up my window shades, climb into the rear of the jammer and get into the horizontal for the night.

Awake, arise, don my spring blues, climb forward, start the jammer engine, and wait for a few minutes before departing. Methinks that this light rain started sometime during the middle of the night, however, the forecast indicates that it will ease up for the next couple of days, with the temperatures drop as well. After cConsidering all that, I then pull out of the d-mart parking lot, turn left on SH 209, drive north the short distance to IH 70, and because US 40 at this junction only exists as concurrent with IH 70, I take the entrance to the eastbound interstate traffic, driving 26 miles until I arrive at the interstate 204 exit. Here, US 40 resumes its separate route, even presenting signage for the National Road route. During this morning′s entire drive, the rain continues making photo taking somewhat difficult, but I persist and methinks that I have actually acquired a few nice photos.

Arriving in Saint Clairsville, Ohio, I drive to the Mall road to access the shopping area, turn right and then drive to the w-mart, park, step out with my sierra cup, open the rear lift door and proceed to load my cup with the ingredients for my Daystart™ then, I walk into the cafe, set up my computer at one of the table, plug in my electronics, and finally, walk up to the counter to order my regular two cups of steaming hot liquids, one coffee, one water. With the hot drinks in hand, I return to the table, pour some of the hot water into my Daystart™ and begin eating my first meal whilst I pound keys and sip on the hot coffee. A little later, I return to the counter for free refills, both hot coffee and hot water, however, this time, I open my two tea bag packages and put the tea bags into the hot water.

I remain in the w-mart all day long, sorting through my photos and working on my inserting them into my web site pages. The, at about nine this evening, I pack out, drive to a local restaurant

Awake just before my alarm goes off at six-thirty, arise, dress in my spring blues, climb forward into the drivers seat and start the jammer engine. I drive from the rear parking area of the restaurant where I ate my supper last evening, to the Mall Road, turn right, and then immediately left and drive into the w-mart to park. Then, I carry my computer bag inside, set up at the same table where I was yesterday and begin pounding keys. A short time later I walk up to the counter, purchase and cup of coffee and also ask for a cup to hot water. I return to the table, pour about two-thirds of the hot water into my Daystart™ which is in my sierra cup and begin eating my f-meal. After enjoying the meal, I use the remaining hot water to pour into the sierra cup and with my spoon, scrap all of the remnants of my Daystart™ from the sides of the cup, mixing it into the hot water to the point when the sides are clean, I drink the liquid. This is a procedure I have followed since the days of my time afoot on the AT. Later, I return to the counter and ask for a refill of both hot liquids, which I have always received for free here at this restaurant chain. I open the two packages containing tea bags, drop them in the cup of hot water and let them steep whilst I drink the hot coffee.

After pounding keys and cropping photos all day, I finally arrive at the current journal entry and once that has been composed and uploaded, now my Ohio Journey On the National Road is completed and available for viewing on my website. With that task behind me, now methinks, it is time to move out of the state of Ohio and continue my current roadpath Journey On into the next two states, Pennsylvania and Maryland, both of which will only traverse the Appalachian Mountains geographical region. Further, these next two states will have less than 150 miles for me to travel upon, so I do not expect to be spending too much more time traveling the upon this National Road scenic byway and suspect that I will most likely be completely done with both the ground travel and the web page updates before the end of this month, which currently, there are only four days left until then.

Once this current task, that of the travel and story writing of my National Road Scenic Byway Roadpath Journey has been completed, methinks, I will then turn my attention to the next Roadpath Journey that I have on my itinerary. The next Roadpath Journey is one which I most recently initiated to travel upon last year when I began my fall southbound migration on Day 584 TS) which was on Wednesday, 17 September 2025. On that day, in order to return to Texas for my winter sojourn, I decided to drive across the top of the United States, using the northern most highway in my travel. I have since that initiation worked extensively on and completed much of the web page building for the newest of my Roadpath Journeys and call it the Northern Tier Route (or Northern Tier Personal Scenic Byway). Too, I have previously traveled much of this Roadpath Journey route, but when I drove it before, I did so without creating the Roadpath directions and information register for my website, which I have now chosen to do. Last year, before it became too cold for me to continue any further eastbound on the Roadpath Journey, I was able to drive to and partly across the state of Minnesota and have completed the information register for over 1800 miles and now have about 2500 miles to drive for my website Roadpath Journey. And that 2500 miles, methinks, must needs be my next task. Furthermore, I have all of three months scheduled for doing just that: May, June and July. Some have asked me, Why so much time? Ninety days to drive 2500 miles? Well, those who have asked such question are those who really do not know who I am, nor how I drive during my Journey On.

First and foremost, I am not a weekend warrior who according to his nature endeavors to get as many miles behind him before each day is done. Nor am I any of the other designations that many travelers on the Appalachian trail has dubbed such people as. Instead, I am a thru-hiker in both my Journey On™ as well as my Life Journey, more specifically, a Wayƒarer, like the one as the Bible at Isaiah 35:8 says, "And an highway shall be there, and a way, and it shall be called The Way of holiness: the unclean shall not pass over it; but, it shall be for those: the wayƒaring men, though fools, shall not err therin." My life is fixated on walking upon that path, that way, the one so called "The Way of Holiness", and not the path any man has built, but the path that the most high God, Jehovah has directed his people to walk upon and for this reason, it is call by such name.

Well, the time escapes me, I must needs pack out of this cafe, and in doing so, wind down my day as the evening approaches. So, until the morrow, stay within God′s Good Graces.

Awake, arise, climb forward, start the jammer engine, drive to the front of the Cracker Barrel, park in one of the handicap spaces, walk inside, have the hostess take me to a table, order breakfast with coffee and then really enjoy the fried eggs, bacon, hash browns, biscuits with gravy meal, simply because I have not had anything like this for many months. After eating, I pay for my meal, return to the jammer and then begin my drive east on US 40.

Very soon after I begin driving east, I cross into West Virginia, stop to log the date, time and the current mileage from the Jammer′s odometer all on my West Virginia atlas page. Then I drive the thirty miles of US 40 through the state of West Virginia, taking photographs as I drive. Next, upon arriving in Pennsylvania, also log the same information on the Pennsylvania page. Too, I drive through the ninety miles of US 40 through Pennsylvania, also taking photos of the passage. Too, I made a stop at the Fort Necessity National Battlefield which is located less than two miles northwest from Farmington on US 40. Now, I have another US Fort that I must needs add to my Fort section on my website. Next, I arrived at the state line of Maryland, which had a sign indicating not only was it a state border, but that the border was also the Mason-Dixon Line. Finally, I drove the forty miles to Cumberland, Maryland and arrive into the downtown district but could not located the terminus of the National Road.

Because it was getting late in the afternoon, instead of searching for the terminus locations, I Goggle the location for a d-mart, drive there, park for the night, leaving the drive to the terminus for tomorrow.

Then, I climb into the rear of the jammer, get under the covers and close my eyes.

Awake, arise, dress in my spring blues, start the jammer engine, drive to the front entrance of the d-mart, park, walk inside and purchase a couple of food stores. Afterwards, I return to the jammer and drive down the Mall Road towards Winchester Road, then turn right, drive about one mile and then turn right again onto Alt US 40 and immediately into the parking lot of a w-mart. After parking near the front door, I carry my computer bag inside, sit down at one of the tables and begin pounding keys on my computer. A little later, I purchase my regular two cups of hot liquid and proceed to eat my first meal. At ten this morning, the rain stops which allows the streets to dry slowly.

Then, at a few minutes after noon today, I pack out, turn right onto Alternate US 40 (now called the National Highway) and drive northeast along Braddok Run until it flows into Willis Creek. Then Alt. US 40 turns southeast along Willis Creek and follow it along the west bank for almost a mile before crossing to the east bank and then entering the town of Cumberland Maryland. I continue driving eastbound on the Alternate US 40 highway for another one and a half miles until arriving at Baltimore Street where I turn right into the downtown area. I drive southwest on Baltimore Street, cross Willis Creek, turn left on Greene Street and find a parking spot so that I can walk to the Nation Pike Monument and the Beginning of the Old National Pike location. Upon arriving at the location where the monument is situated, I look for a parking space, find one quite soon (39.649754, -78.766275) which is a scan and pay parking lot. After I scan, I pay for two hours which cost $2.45, paying online. I then walk around the area taking photos, after which because i still have more than an hour left on my parking pass, I just sit inside the jammer and pound keys. Finally, I upload my files and the drive out of Cumberland, Maryland.

Also at this intersection, Alt. US 40 continue to the right on Baltimore Avenue (Right on Baltimore Street is a 90° right, however right on Baltimore Avenue is also a 45° hard right, which this path is chosen, soon merges with IH 68 at 39.6567408, -78.7474692), returns to the US 40 designation (now called the National Pike) and continues eastbound through Hagerstown, Maryland. While traversing Hagerstown, US 40 splits again into US 40 and Alternate US 40 (which turns right from Washington St onto Jonathan Street, left on Baltimore Streer, right onto Frederick Street, through Funkstown, Maryland leaving on Frederick Road) and now called the Old National Pike. The Old National Pike continues south by souteast from Funkstown for another 8 miles through Boonsboro. It then continues southeast on its path to Frederick, Maryland for another two miles when the Old National Pike arrives at Turner′s Gap where the Appalachian Trail crossed the roadpath at 39.4844500, -77.6196133. Upon arriving in Frederick, US 40 and Alt. US 40 merge and then turn southeast, then merges with IH 270, after which reaches its original terminus. The IH 270 south bound from here is designated the Washington National Pike.

Upon leaving Cumberland, Maryland, I take the hard right, connect to IH 68 and drive east across the state, first on IH 68, then SH 144, next on Alt. US 40, with only one detour and after passing through Hagerstown, I leave the city on SH 64 to Smmighsburg, then SH 77 (crossing the AT) and upon arriving at Katoctin Mountain Park, I enter through the main entrance drive a long distance over park roads and finally come out on SH 491 where I drive to and by Pen Mar County Pavilion, the same one that I overnighted at on 27 June 1978 when on the Appalachian Trail. Wow, it was nice to see that park once again. Then, upon leaving Pen Mar and crossing into Pennsylvania, I drive west Pennsylvania SH 16 towards Waynesboro and stop in Rozerville at the d-mart.

Awake, arise, dress in my spring blues, climb forward into the drivers seat, start the jammer engine and notice that the Check Engine light is back on. Methinks that the canister purge valve, although not working at peak performance has not been causing any disruption of performance nor gas mileage, so, I will continue ignoring the warning light. Furthermore, in almost all cases, the Check Engine warning light is only concerning those devices designed for pollution control. I then pull out of the d-mart, drive back onto Pennsylvania state highway 16 and begin driving westward towards Waynesboro, Pennsylvania where I have already located a w-mart in which I will spent most all of today working on my computer. Too, if I do not think that I have accomplished enough, I will overnight in the nearby parking lot and repeat the same during tomorrow.

It rains most all day long and I am glad to be inside a cafe as I prefer not to drive in wet conditions if I do not have to. Part of my day was spent preparing few photos for my later display on my website. Later, I read and watch some videos and finally, I get into the horizontal.

Awake, arise, dress, climb forward, start the jammer and drive to the w-mart for coffee, com and computer. Again, I remain all day here inside the cafe pounding keys. When I leave this cafe, I drive into town and stop a a local restaurant called the Velvet Cafe and order the all you can eat salad bar, which cost me twelve dollars with the tip. Not bad for eating a supper now-a-days, however, I know that not a single thing on the salad bar was organic. Methinks, sometimes, I must needs just do it.

After eating, I leave the restaurant, drive back to the same parking lot where I have been overnighting and resume to occupy the same space for the night.

Awake, dress in my spring blues, climb forward and start the jammer, drive out of the g-mart parking lot and a short ways south to the w-mart parking lot, park, grab my computer bag and walk inside for coffee, com, and computer. I spend the entire day here working of different aspects of my website. When the time for the cafe arrives, I pack out, drive back to the g-mart and park in the same general area.

Then, I climb in the rear of the jammer and listen to the mid week meeting from the recorded videos that the Bob, a brother in Oak Harbor had sent me. Finally, I get into the horizontal, pull the covers up and close my eyes.

Awake, arise, dress, climb forward, start the jammer engine, drive to the w-mart for coffee, com and computer. Again, I remain here in the cafe sipping on a cup of hot whilst I pound keys and work on my computer. There has been so much being said in the online videos about parasites and parasite infections, so I have decided to collect all the information about it that I find, do some research on the topic and then put it together on my website in a way that is both accurate and comprehensive, covering all the topics that are necessary for me to know what I would have to do for both prevention as well as remediation if and when necessary.

Another long day of pounding keys and then just before the cafe wiil be locking its doors, I carry my computer bag out to the jammer, drive east on SH 16 back to to the town where the d-mart is located, park near the front door, gather my neck wallet and then walk inside to purchase some food stores. When I have finished shopping, I spend a little time putting the food away into my pantry and organize the jammer interior some what. Finally, I drive out to the outer perimeter of the parking lot and climb into the rear for the evening.

Awake, arise, walk into the d-mart for my morning constitutional, then return to the jammer, drive back west to Waynesboro, Pennsylvania and turn into the parking lot for the w-mart, park, carry my computer bag inside and set up on one of the window tables. Then, I go up to the counter purchase a tall cup of coffee, black and ask the barista to fill my second cup with hot water. When I return to the table, I begin pounding keys and getting ready for the meeting this afternoon. Actually, the Oak Harbor, Washington meeting begins righ on time at ten in the morning, Pacific Coast Time, but now, I am three time zones to the east and for me, the meeting does not begin until one in the afternoon, my time.

When the meeting begins, I join in with the friends in the Oak Harbor, Congregation and not too long after the meeting ends, I disconnect from the Zoom app, pack out of the w-mart and begin my drive to then next stop on my location. I drive north on SH 997, which highway traverses the Appalachian Mountains parallel and just to the west of the AT. Then, I arrive at the Lincoln Highway (US 30), turn east and drive the short distance to where the AT crosses the highway. I pull over and take some photos of the trail crossing when the AT enters Caledonia State Park, which I plan to include on my website at a later time.

Next, I drive a short distance to SH 233, turn left and drive north to the entrance to the State Park, where I go in to the park headquarters, park, and walk into the front of the building. I am greeted by Ranger Sullivan who asks how she can help me and when I ask her my question, she takes me outside to the night registration and checks the information for me. I then go inside, drive right to the restroom and shower house, park, grab my towel and shower bag, walk inside and take one of the coldest hot showers that I ever have had. Methinks, when I do get around to reviewing this campground, and although from my experience, the rangers are the best, and the facility is really clean, but I am not going to give a very good review of the shower water temperature. Therefore, because I do not ever considered the water in that shower to have warm water (WS, +1), but I will have to rate it as one with a cold shower (CS, 0). Even though I tried every way to get the water to turn hot, but it did rise to just above frosty, so, since I needed a shower, so I took a cold shower. I have not been to this Campground for almost fifty years, and needless to say, I will return again soon to take another shower here again.

Leaving the state park campground, I turn left again on SH 233 and continue driving north through Michaux State Forest, taking many photos along the way. Later, I arrive at Pine Grove Furnace where I pull over at the AT hiking museum and begin exploring the area. I find a sign that states Parking for Overnight Appalachian Trail, so I inquire at the park office where the clerk there tell me that there is no charge to park, you just have to register here at this office. So, I begin filling in the registration form and then she says that I am good to go. I then drive around to the parking area, pull in, put up my shades and climb into the rear of the jammer, turn on my computer and begin pounding keys to catch up on my journal righting. Too, I find that there is absolutely no signal here in this area, so I will have to wait until I drive to a place in town where I can upload my website pages. Now, with the night having already begun, and the hour approaching ten pm, I must needs turn off my computer and get into the horizontal.

And the rush of memories continues to so repeatedly pummel my thoughts. This drive along this old friend of a footpath has taken its toll upon not only my memories, but especially upon my emotions. Methinks, as I drive north in these forests upon these mountains I have seen how everything has so drastically changed all around me, the roads, the towns, the campgrounds, the people, even the nation..., absolutely nothing is like it was fifty years ago!

Well, except for the footpath!

Awake, arise, dress in my spring blues, step outside and take some photos of the Pine Grove Furnace area, make use of the nearby restroom, then drive out of the parking lot and turn right on Pine Grove Road and immediately come to a sign indicating that the road to Fuller Lake was the next right; memories immediately flash through my thoughts of that day nearly fifty years ago when upon arriving by way of the Appalatchian Trail, I dropped my pack, stripped out of my shoes and shirt and dove right in. Wow, was that a much needed dunk in the water, yes, cold baths were just about the only ones available and this is how I have come to be able to take cold showers to this day. In fact, the cold shower yesterday was nothing out of the usual for this wayƒarer.

After leaving the Fuller lake, I continue northeast on Pine Grove Road and just east of my roadpath, the Appalachian Trail northbound, was parallelling my atop the ridge. Soon, I drive past Laurel Lake, continue northeast on Pine Grove Road to the village of Toland, Pennsylvania when the AT crosses to the west of the roadpath and then turns back north. Then, the Pine Grove Road tees (ends) at SH 34, so I turn left onto SH 34 and begin driving north. In less than a mile, the AT crosses Carlisle Road (SH 34) and continues northeast towards Duncannon, Pennsylvania, which, during my 1978 AT walk was my next mail stop.

Today, in 2026, I do not stop where the AT crosses SH 34, but drive north to Carlisle, Pennsylvania, founded in 1751, and in 1757, the Carlisle Barracks was established, which remains one of the oldest military posts in the United States. Upon my arrival in Carlisle, Pennsylvania later this morning, I drive to the local w-mart, carry my computer bag inside, set up at a table and begin pounding keys. This is when I notice that the walls of this cafe are decorated with many of the same art prints by Jen Ament which also decorate the walls of a cafe of the same franchise that is in Oak Harbor, Washington. These art drawing all have the same military theme in their expression. Too, the same words have been written upon the wall here that are there in Oak Harbor, "This store is dedicated to people united by their courage to serve our country."

I continue here until later in the day before I pack out of the cafe and go looking for someplace where I can purchase my evening meal. I search through town using my Google search app and find a oriental buffet and knowing quite well, that it will cost definitely more that twenty dollars, decide to go there for my evening meal. At first glance upon entering, I can see that this food buffet is so much more extensive than the salad bar I had purchase last Thursday evening on Day 809 TS, when I had paid twelve dollars. Still, I really enjoy alot of the oriental specialties, especially the spring rolls, sushi, egg drop soup, stuffed mushrooms and a couple others that I am not sure what they are called. However, I do refrain from many of the meat dishes, especially the beef, poultry, pork and Crustaceans, simply because eating these foods have come to me at this time of my life, no longer a need, nor even a want. Nevertheless, when I was done and out the door, the cost for this meal came to twenty-one dollars total.

Awake, arise, dress in my spring blues, climb forward, start the jammer engine, pull forward out of the parking space and drive the same route across town back to the cafe that got me here yesterday. After I purchase my cup of hot, I sit down on a tiny top table and await for the double table to become available, as there are two men sitting at the double table discussing some important subject.

After nearly one hour, the two men stand up, grab their things and walk out of the cafe, and I, because I have kept one eye on them, immediately grab my two cups, stand up and move towards the double table to claim my temporary possession of it. Then, I return to the tiny top table unplug my computer and move it to my new acquisition and go back one more time for my computer bag, mouse an third cup. Finally, when I am all set up and pounding keys once again, I continue here until just before the sun sets, after which, I pack out to the jammer, and drive back the three miles to the d-mart to park for another night.

Awake, arise and notice it has begun to rain slightly. After putting on my spring blues, I climb forward, start the jammer engine and pull forward out of the parking lot and turn right onto Noble Blvd, drive to the light and turn left onto Hanover Street. Then, I drive almost one mile to High Street and at the light, turn right and drive under IH81 and continue for 1.8 miles to Army Heritage Drive and turn right. I then drive to the end of Army Heritage Drive to where it Tees into Westminster Drive, turn right again and then an immediate left into the parking lot of the w-mart. After I park, I carry my computer bag into the cafe, set up on the double table and then step up to the counter to purchase my hot liquids. Finally, with the time still before seven this morning, I begin to enjoy my first meal.

Then, at about eleven this morning, two couples walk in and immediately I recognize then as Jehovah′s Witnesses, so I wave at one of the brothers and when he walks to my table, I ask, "Do you know any of the Great Crowd?": and immediately, a large smile stretches across his face. His wife was by his side and she asks me, ":Did I hear you correctly, you asked if we knew any of the great crowd?": Then, she said, Why, that is a great way to ask if we are witnesses. I commented, ":Yes, and I have been using that question for a very long time.": We talk for a short time and when they receive their drink order, they bid me a farewell and keep safe. I do likewise to them and then go back to my key pounding.

Soon after that, I pack out of the w-mart to the jammer and then drive to the Spring Road Restaurant on SH 34. The reason that I choose this restaurant is because I was planning on using SH 34 to drive out of Carlisle, Pennsylvania on my drive to my next stop at Duncannon, Pennsylvania. Well, also because when looking on my Google Maps app, this cafe had a grilled halibut dinner for seventeen dollars that looks both appetizing and healthy. So, after eating an early supper, I continue driving north on SH 34 to Mecks Corner, Pennsylvania where I turn right onto the New Bloomfield Road (SH 274) and begin driving eastbound until I arrive at US 16 in Duncannon, Pennsylvania, which, like most all of my present day stops are locations on or near the Appalachian Trail that I previously walk through 48 years ago. Yes, the village of Duncannon, Pennsylvania was last visited by me on 04 July 1978, and again, like most trail towns, this one too has completely change, gotten much larger, more populous, and to my recollection, much dirtier than before.

Once in Duncannon, I drive though the old downtown, see the post office where I had a mail stop, and saw the fire station where I was allowed to stay overnight in the station break room. Yes, Duncannon has always been one of my favorite trail towns. I drive through town and because it is too small for a d-mart and/or a w-mart, I instead found a 7-Eleven convenience store on the main road, which I will drive there in the morning. Then, I drive back south out of town to where the AT comes down from off of Hawk Rock overlook and the AT come from points south. Here on the road is an official Appalachian Trail parking area where I back into, put up my window shades and play catch-up on my journal writing. The upcoming AT stops in Pennsylvania that I hope to include are Port Clinton, a small village on the Schuylkill River, then Palmerton on the Lehigh River, and finally Delaware Water Gap on the Delaware River, after which I will drive up the Delaware Riven on the Pennsylvania side for a time.

I have come to believe something I feel is extraordinary about the Appalachian Trail: It is true that the total length of the Trail has changed throughout the years but Springer Mountain, Georgia and Katahdin, Maine have always been the exact same distance apart, and that distance never changes. Still, the mileage on the Trail is in constant transformation, moving from one ridge to another, rerouting the footpath which constantly increases or decreases the total length each year. Nevertheless, the one notable thing about the Appalachian Trail is its constancy, it is always there to be walked any time, any day by any person.

After the sun sets, I get into the horizontal and and close my eyes for the night.

Awake, arise, dress in my spring blues, climb forward, start the jammer and then drive from the Appalachian Trail Parking back into Duncannon to try to locate the Fire Station, which after driving north on Market street, I then move west one block to High Street and drive south along its length and only when I arrive at the south end of High Street do I see the Duncannon Fire Company red brick building. Once again out of nowhere, a flood of memories fills my mind and along with them, a large smile expands across my face. My immediate and most prominante memory is of Fire Chief Buck, the one who was most instrumental in arranging permission for backpackers to overnight in the fire station and have access to the toilet, the shower room, even to have laundry privileges and to make quarter in the tv room. Methinks, during my entire 2,100 mile walk, I never once met another person who was to measure up to the concern, kindness and yes love that man exuded and even overflowed with towards all other people. Yes, here stands the Duncannon Fire Company, just like it remains in my memory, even after all these years! Methinks, during this year′s Journey On, there has not been anything else, not a single person, place, or thing, to match what seeing this memory in person once again does for me. Even now, these memories are causing tears of joy to flow from my eyes.

Still, it has to be said, all other things in God′s Creation has changed, evolved in some and/or many aspects; the roads, the towns, the campgrounds, the people, and the nation..., absolutely nothing is like it was fifty years ago!

Well, except for the footpath..., and the Duncannon Fire Company!

Now, in order for me to, leave this location, I find it extremely hard not to be full soul-stirring emotions from those memories cast upon me a lifetime ago.

Finally, I drive north on High Street to where it ends, turn right on Newport Road (SH 849) and drive east over Juniata River Bridge, then south over Clarks Ferry Bridge, (the same bridges I walked over on 17 July 1978) crossing over the Susquehanna River, which upon reaching the east shoreline, turn southwest onto US 22, drive about two miles around the south end of Peter′s Mountain and upon arriving at the first exit, I take the off ramp for Mountain Road (SH 325) and come to a stop sign. Then, at the stop sign, I turn left under the US 22 highway and drive east on SH 325, again, a roadpath that I had walked along a lifetime ago. (Meanwhile, the AT climbs up onto Peter′s Mountain and continues along the ridge path for about fifteen or so miles until it drops off of the south side, crosses Clarks Valley Road (SH 325) and then climbs up the northern flank to the ridge line of Stoney Mountain and continue eastward to Second Mountain.) After I have driven more than fourteen miles on SH 325, I have passed the location where the Appalachian Trail crosses this highway, missing it, simply because I did not do my research prior to driving this stretch of roadpath, and also because the roadpath was not marked at the AT crossing. So, instead of taking the time to turn back and find the crossing, I instead drive east on SH 325 all the way to its end in Tower City, then turn right on US 209 and travel eastward in the valley north of the line of mountain ridges where upon the AT traverses the top of the ridges.

I drive through Tremont, Pennsylvania, then Marlin and my GPS app has me turn right onto SH 901 and dive to and through Schuykill Haven, then onto SH 61 on my way to arrive in Port Clinton where the AT crosses the Schuylkill River. (During my 1978 walk, I only stopped briefly in Port Clinton at Ron′s store to purchase some snacks.) Today, I again only stop briefly in Port Clinton, when I see a backpacker, pull over and talk briefly with Hobo. Then, I tell him goodbye and drive back across to the west side of the Schuylkill River, then the short distance to West Hamburg where I stop at a w-mart, carry my computer bag inside and purchase a cup of hot.

Then, I sit here at a table near a window with a view of where those who are walking north upon the Appalachian Trail traverse across a long ridge from the south, only to then arrive at the gap whereat those upon the trail must climb down to Port Clinton, cross both the Schuylkill and the Little Schuylkill before climbing on the trail back up to Blue Mountain and continue north on their Journey North.

I spend the rest of this day cropping photos and pounding keys until it becomes dark outside. Finally, I pack out of the w-mart drive across the highway to the d-mart and locate a good place to overnight.

Awake, arise, dress in my spring blues, climb forward, start the jammer engine and drive out of the parking lot, cross SH 61 to the east side, drive into the parking lot of the w-mart, park in the handicap space.

Then, I gather my things and walk inside for coffee, com, computer and to watch, first, the two videos for the Friday morning parts of the Circuit Assembly. Then, I take a lunch break and afterwards I continue with the two videos for the Friday afternoon part of the same Circuit Assembly.

When I have finished watching all four parts, I then return to my work on my web site. I remain here all day and upon the day giving way to the night, I pack out, drive back across SH 61 to the d-mart to park once again for the night.

I must needs remain at this location for another day, due to the need to view the second day of the Circuit Assembly Videos. That, Jehovah willing, will happen beginning tomorrow morning.

Awake, arise, dress in my spring blues, climb forward, start the jammer engine and drive to the w-mart for coffee, com and computer. Already, I am recognizing the regulars who frequent this Appalachian Mountain town. I continue most all day here inside in the air-conditioned cafe getting a lot of key pounding and photo cropping work done.

Awake, arise, dress in my spring blues, start the jammer engine, drive across the street to the w-mart, carry my computer bag inside, purchase a cup of hot, and begin my morning of pounding keys. Then, when my meeting alarm goes off, I use my Zoom app to connect to the Oak Harbor Congregation to enjoy the meeting.

Afterwards, I pack out of the w-mart, connect to the IH 78/US 22 and drive east for about twenty-five miles to a hf-mart in order to purchase some much needed sprouted rolled oats. I also locate a Grocery Outlet nearby and go there to look for some of my other food staples. After my shopping was done, I drive back to US 22 and follow it further east towards Phillipsburg, New Jersey but do not cross the Delaware River due to the prevalence of toll bridges, which in themselves are not any problem as I would gladly pay a toll to expedite my journey. However, what really stops me from crossing toll bridges, is their quick pay system which, scans you license plate and sends the toll bill to you at the address connected with your license plate. Again, receiving a bill is still not the worse part, instead the problem only get worse after that. First, the Toll Authority expects a payment almost immediately and if your payment is not may timely, then they issue penalties and defaults which quadruple the original cost of the toll fee. Second, I do not plan to be back in Washington to get my mail until sometime in July 2026 or even later. Years ago, I had dealt with this "Authority" and it was not a very nice experience. Thus, even now, I search out alternate routes to travel so as to never again cross a toll bridge.

This was the case today when crossing two rivers, first the Delaware river during the morning and later in the day, when I crossed the Hudson river. The first event occurred today after leaving Allentown. I had stopped at a local health-food market to purchase some of the sprouted rolled oaks that I eat in my Daystart™ After leaving the hf-mart, I drive east on US 22 towards Phillipsburg, New Jersey but do not cross the Delaware River there due to there being a toll bridge. Previously, I had searched online and found one north of their some fifteen miles. So I keyed in the directions on my GPS and started driving. The driving directions for this route, I have recorded on my page for the Riverton-Belvidere Bridge. Then, after crossing the Deaware River into New Jersey, I drive on Manunka Chunk Road to connect to US 49, turn left and drive north on this highway until it arrives in Columbia, New Jersey, which has many old beautiful colonial style homes. From there, I desire to access the River Road (also known as Old Mine Road) which travels north on the New Jersey side of the Delaware River and through the Delaware Gap National Recreation Center.

However, the daylight hours expire before I can arrive at the NRA and so, I decide to stop at a truck stop and park for the night.

Awake, arise, drive to the af-mart, park in the space in front of the door, walk inside and directly to the mens room. Afterwards, I leave the gas station, drive out of the parking lot and further north on IH 80 towards Delaware Water Gap, and not wanting to cross the Delaware River using IH 80 (because it is another toll bridge), I take the next exit which is an AT trailhead and examine the area and taking photos of it. Soon after that, I drive a little closer to the Water Gap and get off at the last exit before the Toll Bridge. This exit takes me to the River Road, also know as the Old Mine Road, which I access and begin driving north in the Delaware Water Gap National Recreation Area (DWGNRA).

At one location called Millbrook Village Historic Site, I turn right off of the Old Mine Road onto Millbrook road which climbs up onto the Kittatinny Mountain ridge and when I arrive at the crest, I come upon the Appalachian Trail with a turn in for an auto, so I decide to back into the space to prepare and eat my midday meal. In no time, Steve, a thru-hiker walks up and we talk for a long time, both of us stating that we believe in God. Earlier, when at the DWGNRA ranger station walking about and photographing the area, I found, on the pavement, a copy of the Enjoy Life Forever brochure published by the Watch Tower Bible and Tract Society of Pennsylvania, picked it up and carried it back to the jammer with me thinking, I will try to place this brochure with someone that I meet.

Then, while Steve and I were still talking, methinks, "This is why I found the brochure at the Ranger Station, because I must needs give it to Steve." So, I tell Steve, "A funny thing happened to me earlier today, while I was at the Ranger Station, I found this on the sidewalk..." and then handed him the brochure. He replied, That was very serendipitous and accepts the brochure from me. While we were yet speaking, another thru-hiker walks up and introduces himself with his trail handle, Recall, so Steve greets Recall, says his goodbye to both of us and proceeds to walk northward on the AT. I turn to Recall and tell him that I am a 1978 Thru-hiker and I am here doing my almost 50 year reunion of when I walked from Maine to Georgia on the Appalachian Trail so that I can gather photos and experiences for my book. Then, I showed him my working copy of my book, which he asked if he could take a photo of it.

This riverside stroll in the forest goes on for a total of forty miles before I cross into New York and stop briefly in Port Jervis to look at the map and find a route east into Massachusetts.

Without remaining in Port Jervis but only long enough to plan my route towards New England, I then begin driving north on US 209 heading north to the first non-toll bridge of the second river that I mentioned earlier in my journal, the Hudson River which flows south down from upper New York in the Adirondack Mountains, then Glen Falls NY, next Albany, NY, then Poughkeepsie, NY, nest Newburgh, continuing south to Peekskill, then Yonkers and finally New York City before it reaches its mouth at the Atlantic in the upper New York Bay. I only had to drive to Albany, New York to find a bridge without a toll and that bridge was US highway 20 over the Hudson River.

Awake, arise, dress in my spring blues, start the jammer and drive to the far end of the parking lot, cross the esplanade and enter the w-mart parking lot. I back into a space directly across from the cafe, grab my computer bag, walk inside and purchase my regular cup of coffee and hot water. Then, I sit down at a table in the front corner and begin pounding keys so that I might catch up on my journal writing, web page updating, photo cropping, organizing and uploading to the website.

I work throughout the day non-stop, endeavoring to remember the events of the day because if I do not write them all down, then they will forever be lost in the blur that was how the day flew by.

Well, another day is gone, the sun has recently set, and the w-mart will be closing in about ten minutes, so I must pack out and drive to the d-mart for the night. I did, however, get a lot done today but will remain here another day to get more work done before I move farther to the northeast.

Awake, arise, notice that it is raining outside, I tap the snooze button and sleep for another half hour. When I get up, I drive to the w-mart, park the jammer near the door, grab my computer bag and walk inside for coffee, com and computer. I begin working on the latest roadpath along the Appalachian Trail in New Jersey, having most of it completed and upload to my website before four this afternoon. Now, I will begin working on the roadpath journey in New York.

Before the sun sets, I pack out, drive to the north end of this town in order to find and photograph the Appalachian Trail Trailhead. When I arrive, I also see a historic home that has a sign posted in front stating "Hiker Water Here", so I take a photo of this home as well.

Awake, arise, dress in my spring blues, climb forward into the drivers seat, start the jammer engine, drive the short distance to the w-mart, park in the space directly in front of the cafe, grab my computer bag and walk inside. I set up at the same table where I have been for the last couple of days, and begin pounding keys, I have been working each of the days here on updating my Appalachian Trail state pages, specifically the pages for Pennsylvania, New Jersey, New York as well as the current state I am in, Confusion, uh, no, I mean Massachusetts. I have a little more to do to complete the Massachusetts page and then I will be leaving to head north to Vermont.

At seven-thirty this evening, I pack out of the w-mart and drive the short distance to the parking lot where I have been overnighting. I then prepare something for me to eat and then get ready for the evening rest.

The at about nine this evening, I in the horizontal, still wide awake and I have already done a couple of sets of deep breathing using my diaphragm but without going to sleep. This deep breathing is the approach that I use to help me to achieve sleep. However, tonight, I find something absent, so I turn to God in prayer and give him thanks for the many blessings that he has been providing me in abundance all throughout not only this day, but during all the days that I have been taking steps upon my current migration. In fact, I thank the Most High God for everything that I have because nothing that I possess can I attribute to my own righteousness, not one thing.

So, after thanking Him for all that I am, all that I have and all that I know and understand from His Word and His Truth, I then ask God to please allow someone, some individual to come into my presence and speak to me about spiritual things, one who truly wishes to understand why we are here and for what purpose we are to serve by our presence here upon this earth.

But, also please let this one be someone who will not only listen, but hear the words that I speak, to acquaint him about this most wonderful way of life that is available for any man who walks the face of this earth. Too, let him learn and believe the words shown him, those shown him to be upon the pages of the Bible, particularly, those provided to us by a vision from God, given through the profit Isaiah, where God informs all of those of the redeemed ones, that despite the extreme bad conditions of the land, there will come, to be a highway, and a way, and it shall be called the "Way of Holiness." and no fool will be able to walk upon this roadpath. (Isaiah 35:8)

In, fact, please allow me to be the one to show him that this is the way God directs all of those known today as the People of God that we should each one of us walk upon and all of us should never turn aside from it, neither to the right or to the left. (Isaiah 30:21)

Further, let me have the privilege to show this one, that it was John the Baptist who preached the words in the wilderness, saying, "Repent ye; for the kingdom of heaven is at hand." For this is he that was spoken of by the prophet Esaias, saying, "The voice of the one crying in the wilderness, ‘Prepare ye the way of the Lord, make his paths straight.’" (Matthew 3:2, 3)

So, I would ask, What must a person do, We must look into the words of these prophets and learn how to walk in such a Way so as to be pleasing the eyes of the Most High God Jehovah. And immediately, that one would ask me How would I learn about this Way, so that I too may walk upon it and know that I am to receive the reward of everlasting life as Jesus had spoke upon the Mound in the sermon. (Matthew 5:5) where he said, "Blessed are in the meek: for they shall inherit the earth." And again, I must answer in reply in such a way as to shew him the words of the Master when He himself said, at John 17:17, saying, Sanctify them through thy truth; thy word is truth.

And once again, he would ask me; What is this Word? and Where may I find this Truth? To him, I would then replay, let me read the answer myself to your questions, not from any Religious Dogma and Tradition, but directly from the pages of the Bible. Please follow along as I read from Paul′s words to the Thessalonians. (1 Thessalonians 2:13)

Finally, I turn over in my night bed, close my eyes and thank Jehovah once more time for the abundance of blessing He give myself and well as all of this people. Moments later, I am asleep.

Awake, arise, dress in my spring blues, climb forward into the drivers seat, start the jammer engine and drive across the parking lot to the w-mart for coffee, com, and computer. I continue to work on my web page in this small mountain town, speaking to anyone that I am able to strike up a conversation with and yet I do not succeed with starting a spiritual conversation after several tries. So, I just keep pounding keys, writing in my online journal and working on the several pages within my website.

Then, as the day begins to wain, I notice a man, an elderly gentleman, sitting directly behind me studying a map of the Canadian country and I ask him, "Are you Canadian?" to which he answers, "No, I just like looking at maps." I then tell him that I am a cartographer and make maps for my stories. He looks at me as if wanting me to tell him more, so I add, I am a photo-journalist, one that drives around the country taking photos and writing stories, most of which stories, I create maps for.

At one point in our conversation, I ask Jack if he is a Bible reader, to which he immediately replies, No. I gently probe a little further and he responds, "Don′t get me wrong, I am a believer, I believe in Jesus." Methinks, "Jehovah, is this the person I had asked you to send to me here in the coffee house?" So, he then asks me the question, "What happens when we die?" I tell him that I will answer that question only if you allow me to do so by reading the answer from my Bible, and I will just read a few verses. He agreed and I read Genesis 1:26. "And God said: Let us make man in our image, after our likeness" I stopped for a moment and said, In God′s image means that we would have the same predominate qualities as God has, Love, Power, Wisdom and Justice. I also explained that only humans were created in His image and could show Love and empathy to others; animals were not created in God′s image because a dog would not give his bone to another dog who had no bone. Then, I told Jack that God provided everything that the first couple needed they could eat from any of the numerous trees growing in the garden; however, He said that there was only one tree that they should not eat from, the tree in the middle of the garden, saying that they should not eat from it because on the day that they did, they would surely die. I asked Jack, since God had created the earth, the garden, all the trees and even the humans, shouldn′t he have the right to choose one tree to keep for Himself. Jack said, Um, yeah. Well, eventually, they ate from that tree and they died. That was called sin, and sin causes death. Then I quoted from Genesis 3:9 For dust you are and to dust you will return.

Therefore, since God said they would die if they ate from that tree in the middle of the garden, they did die, complete, even so that all their thought did perish. Further, they returned to the dust from which they came, they came to be just as if they had never existed. The scriptures indicate that before they were created they had no life, they were just dust and after they sinned, (ate from the tree), they returned to the same condition that they were before, dead, lifeless dust. And that is exactly what happens when we die, we return to the dust of the earth and at that time, we are no longer alive. (Genesis 3:19  Psalm 104:29;  146:3,4;)

The above scriptures, as well as many other, indicate what happens when we die. However, remember that Jesus died for our sins and then he was resurrected. The sacrifice he made by giving up his early life paved the way, if you may, a roadpath, for us to walk upon so that we may show God that we really wish to live, even if we were to die now while living here upon this earth.

Remember what Jesus said at Matthew 5:5 "Blessed are the meek, since they will inherit the Earth" and these words of his indicate that we could very well be among those who receive a resurrection and be there when God′s restores the Paradise Earth. Further, think what the words of Jesus could mean for us personally.

Awake, arise, dress in my spring blues, climb forward to the drivers seat, start the jammer engine and drive to the w-mart for coffee, com, computer and to wait and see if Jack will return and talk with me some more. I continue here well into the afternoon, keeping busy with my web page work and then at about three in the afternoon, Jack walks in and sits down next to me. We talk for only a short time before he must leave. So, I give him a paper with my web address written down and ask him to please look it up when you can. He said that he would and then we said our good byes and he departed.

Shortly after that, I put my computer away, pack out to the jammer, start the engine and then drive out of Dalton, drive west at first until I arrive at US 7, then turn right and drive north towards Vermont, the next state on my 2026 Journey On™.

I drive along a range of mountains to my right, whereupon the Appalachian Trial follows the ridge. I stop at one location to take a photo of what I think is Mount Greylock, the highest elevation on the AT in Massachusetts.

Continuing north on US 7, it does not take long for me to arrive in Bennington, Vermont, where I locate the d-mart, stop, park near the front door and go inside to purchase a few fresh vegetables, which I hope to use in making a new Jardinere salad, however, I still must needs purchase a bottle of white vinegar. In the last batch that I had made, I had used Balsamic vinegar which caused the vegetables to become darkened with the red coloring and also, the liquid became muddy in appearance. After I finish my shopping, I stow my veggies in my cool storage area and then drive to a location in the outer perimeter area, park for the night and climb into the rear of the jammer.

Awake, arise, dress in my spring blues, climb forward, start the jammer engine and then drive down Northside Drive (SH 7A) to the w-mart for coffee, com and computer. Today, I call my brother Robert to announce the fact that I have arrived in Vermont and that I should be at his home by the weekend, to which he said that he would get back to me. Then, he talks about his maple sugaring operation and goes on for over ten minutes and it is hard to follow because he uses a lot of acronyms in his description, causing me to constantly ask questions as to the meaning of the acronyms. Finally, after listening for a very long time, I tell Robert that I must needs get going, say goodbye and then return to my computer work.

Then, I return to my key pounding, staying here inside the cafe until late in the day. Finally, I pack out, drive down the state highway to the d-mart, park for the jammer and then get into the rear of the jammer for the evening.

Awake, arise, dress, climb into the drivers seat, drive down SH 7A to the w-mart, coffee, com, computer, and generally just glad to be alive, and in fact, I now alive and in Vermont, the Green Mountain State. I look out from where I am sitting at a table inside the coffee cafe and through the cafe windows, I can the a tall mountain ridge, which is indeed the ridge on which traverses the Appalachian Trail. Yes, as I sit here each day pounding the keyboard, the mountain stands large only five miles (as the crow flies) east of me, on which, even as I compose these words here on my computer, there are Thru-hikers footslogging across the top of the ridge.

I remain inside the cafe until about seven this evening at which time, I pack out and drive to the d-mart to purchase some fresh vegetable that I will use to make a new batch of jardiniere vegetables. However, this time, I do not want to use Balsamic vinegar and will purchase some white vinegar for it and also four quart Mason jars.

Finally, I depart from the store, walk out to the jammer and then drive to the outlying portion of the parking lot, choose a secluded location and then park for the evening. I then slice and chop the vegetables into bite size chunks, put then into the Mason Jars, filling each jar up with the several veggies and once all of the four jars are full to the top, I then get out the large bottle of white vinegar and pour the vinegar into each of the four jars, filling each right to the top. What was amazing to me is that I had exactly enough vinegar to fill all four jars. Finally, I screw the tops onto each jar, but do not tighten them, leaving them just a little loose. I then set all four jars on the floor of the jammer, just behind the drivers seat, which has always proved to the the coolest location in the interior, even when the temperatures outside soar into the high numbers. With that task complete, I then get into the horizontal for the evening.

Awake, arise, dress in my spring blues, climb forward, start the jammer engine and drive down the highway to the w-mart. Then, I park right in front of the corner table where I the walk inside to and set up my computer. Next, I walk to the counter and purchase my hot coffee and hot water. Finally, I sit down at the table and resume both my journal writing as well as my web page building work. Methinks, I still can not believe that I am in the state of Vermont, but, the most convincing indication that I really am is that most of the license plates are Green.

I remain inside in the air conditioning all day while outside the temperature soars through the 80s and into the low 90s. Then at about seven-fifty this evening, I step outside with the temperature still in the 80s, drive to the d-mart parking lot and find a location for the evening, open the jammer′s side sliding windows so as to cool down the inside of the van. I open my computer, search for the assembly videos and watch another one, this one which is just over an hour long and I am then glad that I did so. A little later, I get into the horizontal and thank the Most High God, my God for providing me such encouraging information.

Awake, arise, start the jammer and drive out of the parking lot turn right onto Northside Drive (SH 7A) and drive the half mile to the w-mart, turn right and pull into the handicap parking space nearest to the cafe′s front door. I then carry my computer bag inside and begin another day inside of the air conditioned cafe, sipping coffee and/or hot tea, eating a cup of my Daystart™ and pounding keys.

In the afternoon, I send my sister Susan a text message that she should go outside after the sun sets to see the Conjunction of the Moon and Jupiter, a May 2026 Celestial Event I will be trying to enjoy.

Awake, arise, dress, drive, park, coffee, com, computer, more coffee, more computer. Robert calls to ask where I am. Methinks that he thought I had driven to Lebanon to the Starbucks near where he works. I told him that where I am has every thing very close by and I don′ want to leave a good thing until I drive to his home tomorrow.

I continue here unto four in the afternoon and the pack out to do some shopping.

Awake, arise, dress, drive to the w-mart, coffee, com and computer for a morning of key pounding and sipping of coffee.

Then two this afternoon comes all to quickly and I must needs pack out drive out of Bennington, Vermont, and drive towards the ridge that I have been watching all week long and head for my brother Robert′s Home. Leaving Bennington, Vermont on SH 9, I drive east into the mountains to the coordinates for the Appalachian Trail Crossing, stop and photograph the trailhead on both sides of the highway. The west side immediately climbs up a steep incline, which I do not climb and then I walk from the parking lot down a short trail to find a steel bridge over the flowing City Stream that flow along side SH 9. I walk across the bridge while taking photos and finally return to the jammer to return to my Journey On&trade. After leaving the trailhead, I the continue driving east on SH 9 all the way to Brattleboro, Vermont and here drive to the HI 91 northbound entrance and begin driving north. I drive another half an hour north to exit 7, the Springfield exit, get off the interstate highway and then travel along back roads, first into Springfield, then on SH 143 and then on several more county roads for a total of ten miles before arriving on Old Bow Road.

I then turn right onto this road and drive about half a mile until I see the sign with the numbers 657 on it and I turn right onto the driveway of Robert and Ellen Buras, my brother and his wife. I climb out and hear people in the back yard, so I walk through the area between the house and garage saying out loud, "Hello!" until I hear Roberts voice.

After we greet each other with a hug, he then takes me back to the fire pit where he has some scrap wood and limbs burning. I join him and sit upon an old stump and we talk, catching up on all that has been going on. Later, he takes me to the sugar shack where he gives me the tour of his maple syrup production. Even later, I go with him inside and have some of his chili in a bowl with some corn chips and cheese. During this day, I give him two of the quart jars of my newest batch of pickled jardiniere vegetables and a spice size jar of my Spice Mix, with which he puts all three items in his pantry room. We then go a sitting room and talk to great lengths until I excuse myself and retire to the jammer for the evening.

Awake, arise, dress in my spring blues, climb forward, step outside, walk to the house, enter the side door, take my shoes off and walk to the bathroom. Afterwards, since it would seem that no one in the house is awake as yet, I don my shoes, walk back to the jammer, get out my computer and begin pounding keys. Then, at about seven-thirty or eight this morning, Robert walks out to my car and asks me if if I would like some hot coffee, to which I answer, yes. After we finish our coffee, we go out to the jammer and I make up both a bowl of my Daystart, after which we go inside his home to boil some water to pour into the bows and also to make us both another cup of coffee.

Then we go out to the garage so that we can begin working on installing the coil-over springs onto my existing shocks, but he must needs drive to town on an errand for Ellen, so while he is gone, I begin sweeping and cleaning his garage floor where we are going to be working on the jammer. When he arrives back at the home, I have just finished with the floor cleaning and then back the jammer into the garage space. He gets out his big floor jack, lifts up the rear end of the jammer an then we pull of the two rear wheels. Next I disconnect the rear driver′s side rear shock get out the parts for the coil-over and try to install the retaining rings over my shocks but these rings were designed for the OEM shocks, but I had replace those shocks with heavy duty ones and the retaining rings would not fit. This stoped the installation immediately and I then put the coil-over parts back into their box and put the box back inside the jammer. Next, I re-install every thing back onto the jammer the loose shock and the two rear tires and make sure all the bolts are good and tight.. Soon after that, I move the jammer out of the garage and back into my assigned parking space, open the hood to check my fluids, only to find that I am down a quart of oil and need some radiator coolant. I add the oil from my stores but make a mental note that I must needs purchase a bottle of coolant. About this time, Robert returns to his garden weed pulling and I return to my journal writing and other key pounding work.

Awake, arise, dress in my spring blues, get out my computer and pound keys until about seven-thirty when Robert walks out to invite me in for a cup of coffee and chat. We sit in the ante-room adjacent to the main house and talk while we sit coffee. I have learned from this visit that Robert is totally uninterested in the Truth of the Bible, really does not even want to discuss it with me. Like all of my other siblings, it would seem to be a waist of my time trying to speak to them anymore about the Good News of God′s Kingdom and His soon to be Paradise Earth. No, not a single one of the remaining six siblings would desire me to speak to them any more. Notwithstanding, I have not lost hope that one or more of them might change their minds in the near future, but at this junction in my personal life, I just will not spend any more effort endeavoring to preach to any of them and will leave it entirely in God′s hands.

So at about eleven this morning, give my brother a big hug, say my good-byes to him, as just like every previous visit, his wife Ellen was too sick to spend any time with me (whether actually of just conveniently, I will not speak of it) and I pack out to the jammer, start the engine and drive out of the driveway. I turn left at the end of the driveway and drive to the stop sign and turn right on Bowden Hill Road and drive north for nearly five miles before arriving at the entrance to the Vermont IH 91 entrance. Once driving north on IH 91, it takes less than a half hour to drive the tewenty-two miles to my next overnight location in Lebanon, New Hampshire. I first locate the coffee-mart and sit in the parking lot until the daylight begins to wain.

Next, I drive to a ap-mart to return the coil over springs to the same chain from which I purchased it from. I also asked if the clerk could acquire a canister purge valve to stop the Check Engine light from being on. He said that he could and would have it here tomorrow. Finally, I drive to the the d-mart, park in a good locations and get into the back of the jammer.

Awake, arise, dress in my spring blues, climb forward, start the jammer engine, drive down the road to locate the w-mart, park in front, grab my computer bag and walk inside to sit down at a table. I remain here most all day sipping on hot liquids and pounding keys and at about five, I pack out, drive to the ap-mart to see if the Emission Control unit was available, but the clerk could not locate it. He then said that it must be because of the fact that today was a holiday. So, I tell him that I will return again tomorrow to check again if it has arrived.

I then drive back down IH 89 to the exit where the d-mart is located and drive there, park and get into the rear of the jammer. Soon after, I am in the horizontal for the night.

Awake, arise, dress in my spring blues, climb forward, start the jammer engine and dive down the street to the w-mart for coffee, com and computer. During the morning, Joe, a friend of my from Tennessee calls me, greets me and says he has someone here that wants to talk to you, then gives the phone to Jesse Garza. We talk for a time and catch up; he gives me his home address and I tell him that I will be driving near there in about five to seven weeks. He tells me to be sure and stop in to visit, to which I replay, OK, see ya then.

Next, I return to my key pounding and am able to give a witness to an older gentleman who is sitting next to me writing in what looks like a daily journal. I question him about it and soon after bring up the subject of the Bible. However, he quickly lets me know that he does not want to discuss the Bible and so, I slowly back out of the conversation.

Then, I resume my key pounding until about five this afternoon, when I pack out, drive down IH 89 to the ap-mart, purchase the canister purge valve, return to the jammer, drive back to the IH 89 enter the northbound entrance, drive out of New Hampshire, back to Vermont and then turn north onto IH 91. At this junction turn north onto this interstate highway, drive forty miles north to exit 110 and drive east on US 302 to Woodsville, New Hampshire, where I stop by a steel arch bridge (44.153889, -72.040833), called the Ranger Bridge over the Connecticut River to take some photos. I find out that it was built in 1923 and is the oldest arch bridge over the Connecticut River. I will soon create a page for it in my Arch Bridge section as it is quite unique in its construction.

Finally, I drive to the d-mart walk inside to use the mens room and then drive the jammer to one of the far corners of the parking lot.

Awake, arise, dress in my spring blues, climb forward, start the jammer engine, drive slowly out of the parking lot, turn left onto US 302 and drive to the local coffee shop (which is a restaurant franchise called Dunkin′), which not only has hot coffee, but a table to sit down with a nearby electrical outlet to plug my electronics into. Methinks that I now could have an alternate location at which I may spend time pounding keys and sipping coffee. Still, nothing has real permanence in this old world system and so I will only frequent those places that I know are reputable and reliable.

After a couple of hours of key pounding and updating my current journal entries here at the Dunkin, methinks I am good to go, so I pack out to begin my 2026 Journey On™ drive on New Hampshire State Route 112, the Kancamagus Scenic Highway. This scenic highway is divided into two sections, the western and eastern portions. The eastern section is by far, the greatest of the two with the most scenic view points and dramatic mountain scenery, and in fact, is the original Kancamagus route. However, the western portion is also very scenic as it winds upstream alongside the swift waters of the Wild Ammonoosuc River flowing down from the summit where at is Beaver Pond, Kingsman Notch across which the Appalachian Trail traverses.

After driving through the Notch, State Highway 112 then follows the upper reaches of Lost river as it flows down from the east side of Kingsman Notch. Soon, the Lost River merges with Walker Brook, then Jackman Brook after which they all merge into Moosilauke Brook which continues downstream to North Woodstock to become Gordon Pond Brook and finally, Gordon Pond Brook merges into the Pemigewasset River at North Woodstock, New Hampshire. The roadpath continues right down to the river, crosses it and then begin right back up into eastern section of the scenic highway.

Thus, state highway 112 climbs up from the Pemigewasset River, first through North Woodstock, then Lincoln, NH and finally through the tourist areas at the extreme eastern reaches of what man can cut out of the Great Pemigewasset Wilderness Area. Then, suddenly, the great wilderness area gains full control allowing only those whose intent is to drive State Highway across the bottom of the Great Pemigewasset Wilderness Area and out the other side.

It is about six this afternoon when I leave the parking lot and head up from North Woodstock, New Hampshire, past Lincoln, New Hampshire and past all the tourist turkey traps and finally into the the wilderness area leaving behind all the fetters that this wicked world holds sway on all of its adherent and all of those ignorant of how strong a hold that the ruler of this world has on every single one of them. Then, for the next hour or so, I look to find the bliss of solitude, the security of simplicity and the wisdom of solace once again in my life.

Although, those three once close comrades did join me within the wilderness area, they were quick to depart upon the first encroachment of driveways began to be seen, and then they were no more, leaving the vicinity only to be found within the pages of the story once again. I continue to drive into town and do not stop until I have found a place to park for the night.

Awake, arise, dress in spring blues, climb forward, start the engine, pull out of the parking lot, set the GPS for the w-mart, drive there, park in the first space, set up computer at a window table, begin pounding keys and all of this before my first alarm sounds. Yes, the days are slowly getting longer and I find myself arising earlier each morning with the encroaching daylight arriving earlier. Still, this phenomena will only continue for one more month, well, really, not even a full month, in just twenty-four days, and, Oh! how time does fly.