When I Grow Up

12 Oct to Present--FLORIDA

2009-10-23T23:37:00.001+09:00

I have arrived in Camelot...Florida. Ken and Jane have been very gracious since my arrival on 15 Oct and have opened their home to me while I establish my next step.

This portion of the sojourn is complete. I have been in search of something larger than myself and have decided to stay in FL for awhile to continue a search for opportunity. The duration is undetermined at this point, but the weather is nice and there is Ken's Beverage Castle to consider; I will be helping Ken with his business any way I can and will actively pursue employment in the Tampa/Lakeland area during this time frame.

I assume many of you are wondering what has resulted from this trip. Well, it wasn't as enlightening or as life-changing as I thought it might have been, but it did afford an opportunity for a lot of reflection on many things in my life. Many of these are very personal and I won't share them here, but I will offer several observations which relate to my goals when I initially set out to see a portion of the US.

1. I have discovered what I needed to discover for now. A new chapter of this volume begins. I am done traveling for awhile and am anxious to see what will develop next.

2. People are generally good. I didn't happen across any "evil" people, but I do know they are out there and you have to be cautions. This became very clear during my trip to Nashville. A young gentleman was gunned down in the street just several blocks away from where I was walking. I heard the gunshots, saw the police and paramedics response, but did not witness the shooting. That was an instant slap in the face which brought me back to reality. I don't know who was shot or for what reason, but it happened to someone for some reason. I have given up on trying to figure out who would do such a thing and why, rather, I prefer to realize that these violent acts do occur and to take measures to avoid any such circumstance.

3. The book....hmmmm. I will have to give it some more time. I don't think this entire journey is complete as of yet. There is still a job, career, and locations to consider. I will keep maintaining my journal and see what develops.

4. The small towns and mainstreets I encountered on the way still interest me. I will probably be back to see some that I missed and look for others I hadn't considered for this trip. I will be doing so with a plan and a vehicle to conserve time and energy. This particular trip may also include other countries.

For all of you expecting more...I can't apologize. I thoroughly enjoyed my travels and have learned much and incorporated them along with my personal insights into a new way of thinking. Funny, most of the new way of thinking isn't much different from my old way of thinking, but it was refreshing to be able to take the time and discover all of this on my own without any outside influence.

Thanks for joining me during this chapter. I can't promise to continue to maintain this blog, but I may. At this juncture, my personal journey is more important.

10 - 11 OCT: KY to TN

2009-10-10T01:17:00.007+09:00

I am really disappointed that I haven't been seeing all I can. First, due to the car I have rented and second, because I have been feeling sick. It started in Louisville and I thought it was just the onset of a cold; I think I may be wrong. I have been fighting something which all my friends have been joking about as the Swine Flu and now I am thinking they may be right.

I haven't been able to do much sightseeing; I have just been getting as much rest as I can. I don't sleep much because of a miserable cough. Hopefully, I will feel better as I enter into Atlanta.

Aunt Lyla, I apologize, I am feeling too bad to try to see the sights. I really wanted to see the "Choo Choo." http://www.choochoo.com/

NASHVILLE

2009-10-09T01:13:00.000+09:00

I rented my car in Louisville, KY and arrived in Nashville, TN after driving down Hwy 60. I drove thru numerous small towns, but they all appeared to be suburbs of Louisville and Nashville; strip malls and gas stations along the entire route.

So I go out for a bite to eat and to see Broadway St in Nashville. The best I can describe it is as a countrified Las Vegas on all one street.

APOLOGY

2009-10-08T17:00:00.001+09:00

This is my official apology to all of you who have been faithfully following my Trek. Unfortunately due to my physical and financial limitations I have had to make the very difficult decision of either terminating my journey or adjusting it so I can complete it in a satisfactory physical and fiscal condition.

I will be continuing my sojourn along the same route I would have walked, but it will be accomplished while driving a rental car from Budget. I will have one week to complete the last half of this trip and I look forward to the opportunity to explore further and gain additional information and possibly see more sites than I might have on foot.

Please accept my apology for my limitations, but I do look forward to putting together another trip in the very near future. I will also continue to update this blog and my Facebook as often as I can with my experiences and photographs.

Thank you all for your understanding and support!

LOUISVILLE, KY

2009-10-07T16:50:00.000+09:00

Henry picked me up on time and we drove down the interstate while talking about my Trek, life goals, American society, work, and what in life makes one truly happy.

Henry asked about my health and I commented about how difficult it has been to make my way thru IN. Hwy 31 was a major thoroughfare thru IN and had paved shoulders to walk on but no grass or gravel to spare my feet the punishment. He made a casual statement about if I had an opportunity to change my initial plan to incorporate a vehicle, would I choose to do so? I immediately replied that that wasn't an option because of the things I might miss because of moving "so fast." He countered with, "what about the things you may be missing because you are limited by range due to exploring by only walking?" I had to concede his point. An example is how I missed seeing the House on the Rock while traveling thru WI. Another point of contention is the the difficulty to stay in campgrounds due to their locations so far out of city limits.

Upon arriving in Louisville, we said our farewells and I thanked him for the ride and his recommendation. I gave it a lot of thought after he dropped me off; I hadn't made any decisions at that point, but I did know I couldn’t continue any more on my feet. Some of my toes are still numb, my ankles ache, and my arches are sensitive to the touch. Everything feels bruised and abused. I also can't wait out the recovery in hotels any longer due to the cost. I have decided to trade off the expense of hotel rooms for a rental car.

After a day of coordination and planning I will call a rental car agency and set up a ride for the rest of the trip. One option was to fly directly to FL which wouldn't allow me to see what I initially set out to do. Another was to purchase a used car, but that is problematic due to paperwork and other registration issues. Also, it wasn't cost effective or timely.

So, with the decision made, I will set out on Fri in a rental car and enjoy the remaining half of my trip by driving the same route I would have walked and continue to take the time to enjoy the sites I would have normally seen while on foot.

MLB ALC TIE BREAKER

2009-10-06T05:46:00.001+09:00

I decided to have dinner at Ruby Tuesdays on Tuesday and met a good man named Jeff. He happened to be from Detroit, a Detroit Tigers fan, and had recently taken a position with his company as a contractor in the area. Instead of staying in his hotel to watch the American League Central tie breaking game between his Tigers and the Minnesota Twins he made the same decision I had which was to walk over to the restaurant for the game. I am glad he did. Good clean competition is always fun.

We watched the game and talked a lot about life and goals. We didn't solve the world's problems, but it was nice to talk about what our country could be rather than what is. During the course of our converstion and watching the game another gentleman joined us at the bar. His name was Henry. Henry was another traveler on business. I was the only traveler on "leisure." He became involved in the game and conversation and he mentioned he was headed to Lousiville, KY on the following day. I had to take advantage of this opportunity and asked him if I could join him. He stated that he would and we would be departing around 11:00 am on Wed.

The evening progressed, a great game was played by both baseball clubs, and the Twins defeated the Tigers in dramatic fashion after 12 innings. Final score: 6-5.

Twins win and I win with a ride to save my poor aching feet all the way to KY!

1-5 OCT: INDY TO EDINBURGH

2009-10-05T12:25:00.002+09:00

There aren't many significant events to report. I have posted photos to Facebook of Franklin, but besides meeting a few friends, it has been pretty much the same sights and travels as started earlier in WI; a lot of walking, fields, and hotels.

I departed Indy and was headed 12 miles down the road to Greenwood. I walked thru downtown Indy and about 3 miles into the southern portion of town I saw an "IndyGo" sign with a busline that identified bus #31 that would take me to Greenwood.

While I waited I walked over to the railroad bridge and met another homeless gentleman named LA. Yes, he made clear to me he was from LA. I wondered and asked why he would be in Indy and he responded that he thought there would be work. This is a major belief of most of the homeless I have met in town. We wished each other well, my bus arrived, and I was on my way to Greenwood.

he bus stopped every block to pick up or drop off a passenger which made a 10 mile trip last almost 40 minutes. We looped around the Greenwood Shopping Mall and I was the last person on the bus. The driver then asked where I was going. I mentioned downtown and his response was that this was his final stop. Alright, so I get off at the mall, yay.

I instantly see BJ's Pub, so I head there since I seem to have the best luck with offers for help in pubs or bars. I enter with my pack, meet the hostess, Stacy, she hears my story and offers me a ride all the way to Franklin, another 10 miles south, if I don't mind waiting until 4 pm. It is now 3 pm. No problem. I head over to the bar, glad to not have to walk another mile, and order a BJ's Octoberfest beer.

I watch the Twins play the Tigers for the pennant race, drink a couple of delicious beers, and check my watch. It is 4:10 pm. I glance over at the hostess desk and there is a new girl. I approach her and ask if she has seen Stacy. She informs me she has already left for the day. Hmmm. I can't blame her. She was young and pretty and probably had second thoughts about helping out a stranger; actually, she probably freaked out.

Well, I need a few things, so I go into the mall to pick them up a; instant coffee from Starbucks and headphones for my iPhone (Apple makes good products, but their earphones stink). I go to Radio Shack and pick up my earphones and then head to Starbucks for my coffee where I meet several nice ladies, Amber and Jill. They ask what I am doing with such a big backpack, hear my story and want to help by offering assistance, but it may take some time to coordinate; perhaps until after they get off work later in the evening. I politely decline; I can't hang around the mall all day, so I pick up my coffee and decide to get a bite to eat before I look for a hotel in Greenwood for the nite.

I happen across a TGIF. I enter, sit down, visit with the bartender, search for a place to stay, visit with him about my trip, and a few moments later, a gentleman from across the bar apologizes for eavesdropping, but can't help to ask about my trip. His name is Josh and I meet his fiancé, Bret. He says I have to meet his good friend, CJ, who is planning a 25 mile run from Franklin to Indy. Of course, I accept the offer and after they eat, we are on our way to Franklin for the nite.

Josh and I visit about the trip, life, and careers. He is a social worker and I enjoyed our conversation before he drops me off at the Comfort Inn. We decide to get together on the following evening, Fri, to visit further and so I can meet their friends. Ironically, Bret is a bartender along with her twin sister, Brooke, at the Grill Pub in downtown Franklin. I give my thanks and turn in for the nite.

The following day I decide to check out the downtown and also see the movie Zombieland; a great movie for the Halloween holiday. This idea results in a 3 mile walk to the movie theater and after the movie I walk back into downtown. I arrive at the pub around 5 pm and instantly meet Bret. She states Josh would be by later.

During this period, I meet CJ, Steve, Steve, Juice, Manila, Larry and several other friends and acquaintances of Josh and Bret. It was a good time and I then walk the last several miles back to my hotel. Thank you to all in Franklin for your hospitality.

The following day was a quiet one. There was a Fall Festival in town, but I didn't feel like walking another 2 or 3 miles back into town, so I stayed in my room, relaxed, and watched the Notre Dame game. At this point after several days of rest and still having aches and pains in my lower extremities, I am getting a little concerned about the extent of my injuries. I fear it may be several potential stress fractures. As I have mentioned earlier, the pavement is really taking its toll on me and I have been getting what I think is adequate rest, but certain pains persist. I will continue to take it easy this week and see what develops.

Sunday arrives, I strap into my boots, put on my pack, and I head back down the road, Hwy 31 south. All feels good until I reach about the 5 mile point. I take time to change socks and rest, but the tarmac is really causing problems. It is hard to lace my boots. By the time I reach Edinburgh, only 14 miles away, I can barely walk. I check into the Hampton Inn, hobble to my room, drop off my gear, watch the Sun Nite football game, and then go to sleep. I will see how I feel in the morning.

I feel refreshed come the morning, but my feet really hurt. I have decided to rest one more day and potentially come up with an alternate plan to get to Louisville, KY if I don't feel any better by Tue, 6 Oct. I will keep you all posted.

RETIRED!

2009-09-30T05:23:00.001+09:00

Matt (the bartender) and Bobby joined me at midnite at Claddaugh Pub in donwtown Indianapolis for my official celebratory retirement beer. http://www.claddaghirishpubs.com/

INDIANAPOLIS

2009-09-29T16:42:00.002+09:00

This is Bobby. He was going to show me around Indianapolis. Bobby and I had made an agreement; I would follow him around and endure the homeless situation for a few days.

I decided later that that might be pushing my luck, so I informed him that I should be moving on and turned down his offer of a first hand account and educating me on the homeless situation in Indianapolis. He is completely qualified since he has been doing it for over 20 years. He is well known by the not only the citizens but also the police in town.

This may be a project for the future. I am intrigued, but first I must complete this journey before taking on another adventure. It is a possibility.

KOKOMO, IN

2009-09-28T00:22:00.004+09:00

Today was surprisingly cold and windy. I guess fall has officially arrived. I packed up my gear, put the pack on my aching body, and headed out wearing long pants, long sleeve shirt, and my rain jacket. It was that cold with the wind gusting at 25 miles an hour. I was warm, but it was setting up to be a long day.

As I got back onto Hwy 31 and started south and got into a rhythm, a car pulled up next to me and a kind gentleman asked me if I would like a ride. I stated I was headed to Kokomo and he responded that he was going to visit his brother there. I accepted, placed my gear in the backseat, and climbed in.

He introduced himself as Glen and asked what I was doing. After my answer, there was silence; he had no further questions for me. I then asked about him. He was a retired Chrysler employee after 33 years of working in the factory building transmissions. He was also a lifetime resident of Kokomo and said he retired so that some of the younger generation in town could go to work. Honorable.

As we approached the northern part of town, he asked if it would be alright if he dropped me off because his brother's house was just down the street. I replied that that would be completely fine. I wanted to take my time to explore the mainstreet of Kokomo. Before we said our farewells, Glen recommended I check into the Mission in downtown. I don't know why he recommended this, but I decided since I have had thoughts about the homeless situation and the people that are in that position, I would take the time to inquire into what a Mission does for a large community. With those thoughts, I was on my way into Kokomo, IN.

Thanks Glen for the ride; there weren't ANY towns on Hwy 31 between Peru and Kokomo.

Kokomo is much larger than I had thought, population of almost 60,000, and my theory about franchises would be tested as I entered town. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kokomo,_Indiana

There were mom and pop's shops everywhere; mostly bars, muffler shops, and grocery stores. The only franchise I saw was KFC. I really started questioning my thoughts about how small business and local proprietorships can sustain a town. Looking around at the poverty and impoverished businesses, I had second thoughts and different feelings about large corporations and what they can provide for a community. Do they provide all the jobs? Does big business pay well enough to sustain a community's economy? What part does big business play in a town and a community?

The majority of this area of town was very, very impoverished. I don't know how these people get by from day to day. I didn’t see anyone on the street or sidewalk, but the residences, for sale signs, for rent signs, and the unkempt appearances of not only residences, but also businesses was tell-tale enough. This included the exorbitant number of bars in the area. Within the first mile and a half I counted 8 of them.

The scenery didn't change much all the way into downtown. More homes for sale EVERYWHERE! I continue on until I find the Kokomo Rescue Mission. http://www.kokomorescuemission.org/

I introduce myself and explain to DiAnna, the receptionist at the front desk, that I would like to speak with someone about what the Mission provides to the community. She contacts a member of the staff, Bebe, the Director of Development who has been with this organization for over 20 years. Within moments I am on a guided tour of the Mission and am being informed, educated and provided all the answers to the questions I feel compelled to ask. She is very forthright and candid in her responses. She explains the structure of the Mission and how it provides services to both men and women and the programs are very similar. It is basically broken down into three groups; entry level, intermediate, and advanced. They provide accommodations for up to 54 residents for the males; we didn't go into the female program. It is a Christian organization which means they are not funded by the state or federal government. It is completely non-profit and they attempt to rehabilitate, educate, and provide support and assistance to all who enter into the Mission looking for help and guidance. They do not discriminate. She further stated they have about a 50% success rate.

I appreciate the tour and am grateful for the experience. I now have a better understanding of what a Christian mission can provide; it is no longer the stigmatized soup kitchen from the depression era.

Bebe offers that I could stay at the Mission for the experience, but I decline due to the possibility that someone may actually need a bed for the nite. I don't want to take up a space that someone truly needy may require. She then offers information on the hotels that are out on, guess where? Hwy 31. I thank her for her time and hit the road destined for Hwy 31.

I tour historic downtown Kokomo and identify that it isn’t as successful as Red Wing, MN or Plymouth, IN. I also recognize their attempts to revitalize downtown with boutiques and coffeehouses; all in beautifully remodeled old buildings, have resulted in a little to no success. They are ALL closed! I don't understand? As I continue on thru downtown and onto Hwy 21 which heads east to link up with Hwy 31, I see all the franchises and shopping malls I am already too familiar with on this trip; the stretch of Hwy 21 that connects to Hwy 31 from downtown has it all. I now realize that Kokomo is no different than any other town that connects to a major hwy, unfortunately. I fell Kokomo has so much more to offer, but it hasn't found its true identity.

I decide to stay at the Comfort Inn to plan the next leg of my journey which will take me to the halfway point of my Urban Trek; Indianapolis!

RECOVERY DAY

2009-09-27T00:25:00.000+09:00

From Sisseton, SD to Tampa Bay, FL is a trip of almost 1800 miles. I have covered 800 miles which, once I reach Indianapolis, will have me completing the first half of my Trek. At this pace, I should reach FL by Thanksgiving.

I needed an additional day to allow my feet to recover. All the pavement pounding over the past 100 miles have really taken a toll. Hopefully, I will feel better in the morning. Half way there isn't all the way there.

PERRYSBURG, IN

2009-09-26T00:35:00.006+09:00

Pictures here: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=114349&id=672758511&ref=mf

I have only 13 miles to go today to get to a little town of Perrysburg which just appears by name on my GPS. I will see what develops when I get there.The day starts out fair with a temperature in the low 70's and since it is a short leg, I only fill my 3 liter Camel-bak and don't fill my reserve bottle. This would prove to be a mistake, one of several on this beautiful day.

I start out a little stiff and sore which progressively gets worse. I decide I will definitely make a stop every 45 minutes and rest, refresh, and change socks for 15 minutes to maintain my diminishing stamina. My pace has slowed significantly today and I am making about 2 miles every hour even though I feel good. My energy level is up, but my feet and knees are protesting. This is where the exhaustion begins.

The road out of Rochester splits into the new 4 lane hwy and also continues as Old Hwy 31. The old hwy is the shorter route to Perrysburg, but is difficult to manage due to the small shoulder, actually it's nonexistent. This forces me to walk mostly on the pavement which is even harder on my lower extremities. At this point, I keep telling myself it is only another 8 miles to my destination. I have learned that when I start talking to myself like this, it makes for a very long day.

I trudge along, making my scheduled stops, and this is when I realize that the only person that has offered a ride throughout this state was when I first started out of South Bend, IN. After my experiences as a perceived weirdo in Argos, I am realizing that the IN people are polite and friendly, but you have to meet them first and make a good impression. That's hard to do when they are enclosed in vehicles and passing by at over 60 miles an hour down the hwy.

I finally get close to new Hwy 31; they again merge where the new hwy will take me the last 5 miles into Perrysburg. I decide to take a break and refresh. Before I remove my pack I decide to take another drink from my Camel-bak and after a couple of sips, it runs dry. This is not good. I then decide I will have to walk another 1/ 2 mile back up Old Hwy 31 to a trailer home I had seen and ask if I can refill with water.

Thankfully, there are no dogs and I walk up the steps to the door. I won't go into too many details, but there were plenty of children's toys, empty beer bottles, and piles of trash on the deck. I don't know what the tenants will think of a "weird stranger" asking for water, but I knock on the door and wait for a response. After a few moments, a nice young lady opens the door and I immediately introduce myself, explain my predicament, and ask if she will fill my one liter water bottle. She immediately replies, "yes," takes my bottle and disappears inside. She reappears with a full bottle of water, I give my thanks, and head back down the road.

It is a LONG 5 miles down the new Hwy 31 and I finally arrive to the Perrysburg turnoff. It is another mile into Perrysburg so continue on to the "city limits." It is definitely a Burg with a population of probably not more than 30 people. It is a village that sits on two blocks in the middle of fields and pastures. I am exhausted and am having bad feelings about where I will stay for the evening with further thoughts of where am I going to eat tonite and tomorrow morning.

I continue into the town and a dog starts barking and running toward me. While the dog approaches, a woman, whom I suspect is the owner frantically starts yelling, "Abby come back here!" over and over again. The dog proves to be harmless, and allows me an opportunity to introduce myself and ask this nice lady a few questions about this small burg. She introduces herself as Debbie and as she does her husband joins us and I found out his name is Randy, a retired Air Force Vet from the Grissom AFB; located south of Perrysburg. (Debbie and Randy are pictured above) They inform me there is no place to stay in "town," but would be glad to offer me a ride another 10 miles down the road to Peru where there is lodging right on the hwy. I gladly accept and Randy takes me to the Knights Inn where I decide to spend the nite.

I check in, clean up, and head to the Lincoln Square restaurant for dinner. I am exhausted and hungry and am met by Iban, a young man from Mexico who moved to IN when he was 15 with his family. He and his father own this restaurant and also own a vehicle upholstery shop. We have a nice discussion about life and this gentleman at the age of 21 owns several businesses, is working his way thru university studying mechanical engineering, and is taking care of his family.

I eat my meal, thank Iban and wish him will with his life. He truly understands the American dream and is striving for all of it. I wish him well.

I retire for the evening and realize I will need another day to recover. I can barely move. I call the front desk and ask for another nite. Again, this hotel is reasonably priced and I can definitely use the rest. I will take another day off and then see what the next leg will bring.

The next substantial town on this route will be Kokomo. I don’t want to make the same mistakes I made with Perrysburg; running out of water and exhausting myself only to end up in a town so insubstantial that I need a ride another 10 miles to civilization. I guess this can be expected as you move thru the United States on foot.

ROCHESTER, IN

2009-09-25T23:21:00.003+09:00

The road to Rochester was a hard one. It is only 15 miles away, but would be a difficult leg. The weather throughout the day remained cool, but progressively became more overcast which further led to precipitation. It drizzled most of the way and as I entered Rochester, it started to rain. I wasn't able to get as many pictures of downtown because of this. The downtown was very similar to most towns this size I have seen. The population here is around 6000.

I see a Chamber of Commerce so I decide to ask inside if there is any place to stay. There is a campground, but it is another 3 miles west of town. It is then explained that there are 3 hotels in town and all only 3/4 of a mile south; a Super 8, Comfort Inn, and a locally owned Rosedale Motel are all collocated. I thank them and continue on in the rain opting for a nice dry shelter compared to a wet tent another 3 miles away.

As I get further south of town, I see the urban landscape change. Rochester is where Old Hwy 31 and the new fourlane Hwy 31 merge. They merge right where the hotels are located. Interestingly, there are NO hotels in downtown however, this has been the norm in most of the towns I have travelled thru. This is definitely a trend I wish would change. So, now I am headed into that area of a town which I loathe. I head to that area off of the main hwy where all the businesses are located; all the Wal-Marts, Applebees, and multiple convenience stores. Oh well, it is all that is available.

I first go to the Comfort Inn; no vacancy. I then check the Super 8; again, no vacancy. Throughout it is explained that they are all full because of the Notre Dame game and some youth event taking place in the area. I then opt for the last place available in town, the Rosewood Motel.

I meet the proprietor and her two kids and they are more than helpful even if the motel is substandard by any stretch of the imagination. However, it is reasonably priced and is actually the same price as it would have cost to stay at the campsite. If I had thought the Sweden Inn was Spartan, I hadn't seen anything yet. Please see the photographs on my Facebook account.

I spend the nite, do a load of laundry, and am glad to get back on the road in the morning. I am feeling a little stiff, but it is only 13 miles to Perrysburg, IN.

Note: In keeping with the Halloween theme, I met a gentleman who explained the Rosedale Motel was the backdrop for a real life crime that resulted with the owner of the motel being hacked to pieces and placed in a water softener container by the manager several years ago. http://www.indy.com/articles/crime-courts/thread/court-cuts-sentence-in-motel-murder

ARGOS, IN

2009-09-24T23:08:00.005+09:00

I pack and prepare to depart early in the morning and I visit with Dale, the proprietor of the liquor store, where I slept in the backyard, while I wash up in his restroom. After a quick breakfast of beef jerky and cashew nuts which is all that was available in this little town, I say my thanks and farewells and head back down Old Hwy 31 to Plymouth and on to La Paz, IN.

The morning starts nice and dry and a very comfortable 65 degrees. However, as the day progresses and I approach Plymouth, the weather turns overcast and humid. I am prepared for rain.

As I enter Plymouth, it looks like many of the other towns I have passed thru along this trip, but with the leaves now turning and many maple leaves lying on the ground with the crisp smell of fall in the air, I anticipate Halloween. Speaking of Halloween, many of the towns thru IN could have been used as the backdrop for John Carpenter's masterpiece "Halloween" which was set in a fictional Haddonfield, IL. http://www.seeing-stars.com/locations/halloween/index.shtml I expect to see Michael Myers around any corner.

Plymouth's downtown sits off the major hwy. Hwy 31 has been rerouted in the past several decades and now the old remnants of this hwy now pass thru a number of older towns. Plymouth appears to be doing very well, but I think this is due to the old hwy runs directly into Rochester, IN and many of the local residents use this route over the 4 lane new hwy because it is shorter and a much more direct route. This would include all the towns between South Bend to Rochester. As I pass beyond Rochester this theory will be put to the test.

I take a few pictures of Plymouth, a very nice town with a population of around 10,000, and then move on. http://www.plymouthin.com/

Note: Old Hwy 31 doesn't even appear on my GPS. My route is set just off of the new hwy.

After 16 miles and I will admit I am feeling tired, I arrive in Argos, IN. I walk down the mainstreet and it looks as if it is barely surviving. I take a few pictures and as I do a young lad, probably 10 yrs old, on a bicycle approaches and asks innocently what I am doing. I explain I am passing thru town and am walking to FL. He questions this with, "are you going to walk the whole way?" My reply is of course and emphatic, "yes" and he immediately remarks with a quip of, "you're not going to make it." Very funny kid. He moves on and I am left pondering his remark and then realize I have to find a place to stay for the evening, it is already 6:00 pm.

I spot the one and only establishment that appears to be open which is of course the local watering hole, "The Bear's Den." http://www.urbanspoon.com/r/172/984070/restaurant/Indiana/Bears-Den-Argos

I enter and meet a whole lot of nice people. First there is Karen and Lucky followed by Christi, Cory, and Andrew. This leads to an introduction to the owner, Ray. I ask any and all of them if there is a place to pitch a tent and Ray offers that I could walk further down the street and find an open garage with a bunch of guys drinking beer and this would be Don's place. Ray feels certain Don would allow me to sleep in his backyard. With that said, I start to put on my pack while thanking all of them and this is when Cory approaches me and asks where I am going. She and her boyfriend Andrew then offer me their backyard and asked if I could wait a few minutes while they finish their dart game and they would then escort me to their residence which ends up being only two blocks away.

We depart, I set up my tent as dusk approaches and then they further extend their hospitality by offering me a shower. I absolutely accept, clean up, and we all head back to the Bear's Den for the evening. Andrew and I shoot some pool, have a few beers, and then they all must depart because they work in the morning. I choose to stay for another beer and take time to visit with the bartender, Julie. As we discuss the town and the "goings-on" within its small population of just over a thousand people, a nice lady named Jackie sits down and starts to explain how my presence in the town has already spread throughout this small population because a friend of hers had mentioned to watch out for a "weird man who is in town." She further explains that all the children had also been told to be cautious of me. Interesting. The townsfolk have already made a snap judgment, yet a young couple have already offered for me to allow this "weird" stranger to sleep in their backyard, allowed me use their home to clean up and had also joined me for an evening of entertainment. I am now starting to feel a little like Michael Myers from Halloween. I guess, 'tis the season.

Anyway, after a discussion about how the town has suffered from the rerouting of the hwy and why I would choose to visit Argos, I say goodnite to all and retire to my tent for the evening. It is a pleasant nite and it is VERY quiet. This is the first I have camped away from a major highway. However, the trains still seem to run throughout all the towns I have visited this entire trip. I hear them everywhere I have stayed during this journey.

I am awakened by Cory as she is preparing to go back to The Bear's Den with her friend Tina, who I am cordially introduced, and they inquire if I would like to join them. I state that once I am packed, I will meet them there for breakfast. As I have mentioned, this establishment is the only place to get food and drink in the entire town. They depart, I pack my gear, and in a short period of time, I meet them for breakfast and coffee. Indiana has the BEST coffee. It has seemed to improve the further south I go.

After a breakfast of bacon and eggs and a couple of cups of coffee, I say my farewells to all and move on down the road to Rochester, IN.

This small town was full of fantastic people. All were more than helpful if not a little suspicious of the "weird stranger." I don't blame any of them for feeling like this. I do fit the moniker because all of these citizens cannot comprehend what would bring a man into their little town and further, why would he stay? I definitely have given them all a lot to talk about and I am certain there will be many myths created, but only a few that have met me will know the truth behind the stranger that passed through their midst this fall of 2009.

LA PAZ, IN

2009-09-23T22:15:00.003+09:00

I departed the hotel with a commitment of staying in a minimum of hotels (dependant on the situation) for the remainder of the trip. This idea was spurned on by the Discovery Channel's "The Colony" Marathon which was aired today. If you are not aware of this program, it is an experiment with a group of people from diverse backgrounds and "former" occupations that are put into a simulated environment replicating what the world would be like after a massive worldwide catastrophe; they represent the survivors of this holocaust. They come from diverse backgrounds and are presented with numerous scenarios during each episode that challenge their physical, mental, and social abilities. Anyway, I observed them doing more with less and I now should try to aspire to this ideal to thoroughly make this journey what it is meant to be.That said, all appears to be falling into place. First, within the first 5 miles into IN, a nice lady pulls over in front of me on Hwy 31 and asks if I need a ride. She apologizes upfront that she is only going 20 miles. I thank her and tell her I am not going that far today and prefer to walk. She wishes me luck and departs.

The weather today is overcast and humid, but not too hot; mid 70's. The problem with weather in this region is if the weather is remotely close to developing into any precipitation, the wind completely dies out. Needless to say, today was a warm one.

I thought I could make it all the way into Plymouth, IN today (19 miles), but realized because of the weather, I was losing steam and would have to find an alternate place for the evening.

I went thru several towns. The first town was Lakeville where I met Duane and Emmerich, the owner of Cheri's Coffee Café, and had a nice conversation with them about my journey and the business. He second was La Paz, IN where I decided to stop and ask a few questions about the area, so I walked into Pat's Pub and met the owner, Tom (pictured) and he asked if I was headed for the Alps with all the gear I had. I explained my purpose and he immediately offered the backyard next to his pub. To Tom, I extend many thanks for getting me back on track with my journey.

Now, after setting up my gear, it is time to clean up. This is a little more difficult than it sounds because there isn't a shower available. I first ask if I can use the restroom in the establishment I have been allowed to make "home" and if they approve (which they all have) I then enter, lay down numerous papertowels from the dispenser, undress, wash thoroughly with my neckerchief (greatest piece of gear I own), dry off with my camp towel (similar to a Sham-wow), redress with fresh clothes, and then clean up the restroom. My dirty clothes go into a small trashbag, I use my hygiene gear (deodorant) to freshen up some more, and then I leave the premises ensuring I leave it cleaner than I found it and in a minimal amount of time (8-10 minutes) so as not to disturb the patronage.

So, tonite, after a meal and a couple of beers, I bed down nice and clean in another backyard and look forward to another exciting day in Indiana.

DAY OFF

2009-09-22T22:10:00.002+09:00

My friend, Diana, wouldn’t allow me to go back into Chicago or even into Gary, IN to restart my journey. She was VERY concerned for my welfare in both areas, so I compromised and allowed her to drop me off in South Bend, IN.

I checked into the Quality Suites Hotel and started to reassess all of my gear. After getting an iPhone, I no longer needed neither my old phone and all its accessories nor my old iPod and its cable. Additionally, since the iPhone replaces both of these items, I could also "discard" all the other items that allowed me to connect them to my computer. This further lightened my load by at least another pound.

I guess this is as good a time as any to go over my inventory and compare it to what I had started with.

Present inventory:

(1) Pack; North Face

(1) Tent; Sierra Designs, one person

(1) Sleeping bag; Mountain Hardware, rated to 32 degrees

(1) Sleeping mat w/ camping chair converter; Big Agnes

(1) Camp pillow

(1) Jeans; Levi's

(1) Hiking pants

(2) Convertible pants

(3) Short sleeve "dri-fit" shirts

(3) Long sleeve "dri-fit" shirts

(2) Collared Shirts; Patagonia/Billabong

(5) Skivvies; Under Armor

(5) Socks; REI and Smart-Wool

(1) set Long Johns

(1) Fleece; North Face

(1) Jacket, wet weather; Mountain Hardware

(1) Pants, wet weather

(1pr) Boots; Asolo

(1pr) "Slippahs"; Locals

(1pr) Shoes; Sanuk

(1) Stove; MSR

(1can) Fuel; MSR

(1) Water Purifier; MSR

(1set) Camp pot/pan

(1) Lighter, butane

(1) Leatherman

(50 ft) Dura Cord

(1) Bugjuice

(1) Sunscreen

(3) Lip Balm

(1) Ukulele w/ songbook and tuner

(1 liter) Bottled water

(3 liter) Camel-bak

(1) Camp trowel

(1roll) Toilet Paper

(1 pkg) Anti-bacterial wipes

(1) First-aid Kit

(1 set) Hygiene Gear

(1) Camp Towel

(2 small) Trash Bags

(1 set) Sunglasses; Bolle

(1) Baseball Cap w/ Squaw Valley logo

(1) Backpacking Hat w/ friends and family signatures

(1) Neckerchief

(2) Handkerchiefs

(1) Watch; Timex

(3) Mosquito Coils

(1) Space Blanket

(1) Headlamp; Petzl

(1) Net Book Computer; Acer

(1) External Harddrive (500 Gb); Western Digital

(1) Flashdrive (8 Gb); SanDisk

(1) iPhone

Items I have discarded (mailed home):

(1 pr) Jeans

(1) Shirt

(1 pr) Underwear

(3 pr) Socks

(1) Book

(1) Nalgene Bottle (lost on the Missisippi)

(1) GPS; Garmin

(1) AM/FM Radio

(1) Digital Camera; Canon

(1) iPod

(1) Cell Phone; Blackberry

(1 pr) Hiking Boots (replaced)

I have stripped down to the bare essentials and all is working out well. I had initially overestimated what I might need and with the acquisition of an iPhone, I have been further streamlined. Now, the true test will be if the weather turns to a temperature below 50 degrees, but I am certain I will be fine with the gear I have.

So, with a lighter load, I look forward to continuing my adventure. See you out there!

APPLE

2009-09-21T22:44:00.001+09:00

Alright, I thought it would be a difficult decision, but it proved no more difficult than it was for me to finally choose the iPod 5 years ago after I had worked thru 3 previous years of pain, anguish, and frustration with earlier versions of the MP3 player.

Over the past 3 months, I have been with T-Mobile, Verizon, and now AT&T. Not only that, but I have also been thru 3 different phones. The Blackberry's Pearl, Storm, and now the iPhone. There were many issues both with providers and phones. I need a more dependable phone for the rest of my trip.

Well, as I stated earlier, this should hardly have been a difficult decision. This device is everything my Blackberrys were and more, much more.

I have some concerns. One is the connectivity to the network; I will give Verizon credit in that department. My other concern is how well protected it is against the elements, but I think all phones have that issue. I will take it on the road for the true test.

CHICAGO

2009-09-20T04:17:00.002+09:00

It was finally time to visit the "windy city" of Chicago and take in the sights. There was so much to see, I will have to return.

It was as breathtaking as I had imagined, but the part I could never have imagined was that a city as large as Chicago could be and would be so orderly, clean, and well maintained. There wasn't a single piece of trash in the streets. The buildings appeared to have been built only several years ago, and the people were NOT what I had expected at all; all were very courteous, polite, and considerate.

Now I have started taking into account the "homeless" and "needy" and noticed that they were as courteous, polite, and considerate as Chicago's more fortunate citizens. They were also clean and non-intrusive / obtrusive. I actually felt bad not giving hand-outs.

I still need to work on making and taking the time to visit with these people, but with a smile, a nod of the head, or a wave, a simple acknowledgement of their existence seems to make a slight difference in their lives. They at least return your acknowledgement with a similar gesture or comment. I do believe I was approached by every single "needy" person on the street in Chicago this day. Either I look like a nice guy, a tourist, or a sucker. I am not certain which. I prefer the nice guy reference. Maybe I will ask next time.

Please take time to look over the pictures on my Facebook account. They will say much more than my words can.
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=112673&id=672758511&saved#/album.php?aid=112673&id=672758511

I am speechless, stunned, and amazed after visiting Chicago. It does appear to be "my kind of town."

I thoroughly enjoyed the Hancock building visit where, on the 96th floor, I enjoyed cheesecake, a cocktail, and a beautiful sunset.
http://www.johnhancockcenterchicago.com/

Before returning to MI, Diana and I stopped at Pizza Uno, home of the first "Chicago Style" pizza. Absolutely amazing.
http://www.unos.com/

Note: The Chicago Bears did beat the Pittsburgh Steelers on this NFL Sunday while I was in town; this makes a perfect winning record for the team's whose towns I have been visiting. This includes the Twins, Packers, Fightin' Irish, and the Bears.

*Keep in mind, the Lions did not win while I was in MI, but they actually were first to put points on the scoreboard while I watched the game and ate pizza at the Silver Beach Pizza Co. in St. Joseph, Michigan. http://silverbeachpizza.com/

NOTRE DAME

2009-09-19T03:37:00.000+09:00

Pictures here:
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=112673&id=672758511&saved#/album.php?aid=112237&id=672758511

and here:
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=112673&id=672758511&saved#/album.php?aid=112241&id=672758511

The drive to Diana's house in St. Joseph, MI was full of catching up on the past 10 years that have gone by since we were in the Marine Corps together. It was good to find out she is doing well and has moved on from the Marines to Portland, OR for her undergrad, all the traveling she has done and the experiences she has had, to now living in MI and attending Notre Dame for her MBA. Congratulations on a job well done!

As we talk about her school, our lives and future, it is decided we need to go to the Notre Dame vs. Michigan State game. We did.

What an incredible game and what an incredible campus. I can't imagine what it must be like for an 18 year old kid to have Notre Dame as their first experience after high school; maybe something like going to Marine Corps bootcamp for your first experience? Hmmm.

The game was fantastic. Notre Dame wins by a score of 33 - 30. It appears that I tend to bring a lot of luck to the teams in the hometowns that I visit. The Twins won their game while I was in Minneapolis, remember?

Note: The Twins won the World Series in 1991 after I went to one of their home games after the Gulf War...interesting, huh?

DOWNTOWN ROCKFORD

2009-09-18T15:27:00.002+09:00

Pictures here:
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=112673&id=672758511&saved#/album.php?page=1&aid=111926&id=672758511

Before I departed the Sweden Motel, I called Diana, an old Marine friend of mine that I had contacted several days earlier and whom I planned to visit, and asked if she would be willing to pick me up in Rockford since she lives in the Chicago area. She confirmed that she would and would be glad to show me around Chicago but she wouldn't arrive until around 6:00pm. So, with this information, I decided I would hike the 5 miles into downtown Rockford to see what their city might reflect.

As I walked thru the eastern part of town from the highway and the Applebee's / Walmarts, the town slowly changed from gas stations to beautiful Victorian's. Most of these homes were very well maintained and continued to improve the closer I got to town.

Near the Swedish Hospital (actual name) I came upon a bus stop and as I passed, a gentleman asked if I had a light. I instantly responded with a no and an apology, but as I took several more steps, I remembered I had a lighter for my campstove in the top flap of my pack. So, I turned around, walked back to the man and offered him a light if he would be so kind as to dig into the top flap and find it. I mentioned it would be located in a gray bag. Well, he found something gray and he immediately apologized after realizing it was my wallet. I directed him to the opposite side of the pocket and he found the bag, pulled it out, and found the lighter. I helped him light his cigarette, he replaced the contents back into my pack, thanked me kindly, and I was back on my way. I did not get his name.

After this encounter, I awaited the changing of a street light and from the adjacent street corner, an elderly man came across the crosswalk in his wheelchair. He was missing both legs and was working frantically on the wheels to move himself forward and across the street before it changed back to "do not walk." I curse myself for not thinking or moving fast enough to assist him. As he passed in front of me, he must have noticed my slight movement toward him because with a huge toothless smile spread across his face, he said, "Thank you, good luck to you, and godbless." It made me pause.

After this brief encounter, I shortly ended up at the outskirts of town and started taking pictures of the breathtaking architecture. I continued down East State St until I came upon an old broke down movie theater. Three men were outside and quietly observed me taking pictures. After I took a couple of shots, one of them asked how I was doing and if I were going to use the pictures for a book. I couldn't believe he already knew my plans, so I took a few moments to visit with them.

I didn't inquire into their situation or why they were just hanging around outside an old theater; it was apparent that they lived in the grand apartment building across the street (the Faust) and they also commented that if I liked the theater, I should definitely take pictures of their building. I thanked them for their interest, we wished each other luck, they allowed me to take their picture, and I was again on my way thru town. Again, I failed to acquire any names.

Note: I may have to take some time to get to know some of these people better and ask a few more questions. They obviously live in these downtowns I am exploring and they may have some interesting insight. If nothing else, I have found most people do have a story to tell; I am not so naïve as to think my story is the only interesting one.

The rest of town transitioned from remodeled and maintained structures to well worn and neglected buildings. It wasn't based on location or businesses occupying the area. The city, I noticed, does have a project to improve the district and are in the process of creating a city walk.

I walked all the way thru town, took many pictures, admired the buildings, especially the old theaters, and then made my way back out of town.

As I made a particular turn up one of the side streets, I noticed some younger men hanging out on a fire escape and were watching me intently. No comments were made, only simple eye contact was exchanged. Just ahead were two men sitting on a stoop and I approached a little apprehensively. As I drew near, one of the men stood up and came toward me to extend his hand in greeting and said, "we meet again Mr. Backpacker." It was the gentleman only 2 hours earlier I had helped with a light at the bus stop. I greeted him warmly and we said our farewells for the second time that day. He must have caught his bus.

I probably don't need to mention neither the conditions some of these men I have encountered appear to be in nor the neighborhoods in which I was walking. By this time, you can let your imagination clarify these specifics.

The rest of the afternoon went without incident and as I headed back up State Street, I found an English Pub (of course) and stopped in for a beer. It was the Red Lion Pub and most of my friends in Hawaii will remember our version of the Red Lion on Lewers St in Waikiki. Suffice to say, this pub did not have a window looking into a swimming pool behind the bar.

I visited with the bartender, Sherry, and she spoke with me about Rockford's downtown, the improvements they have been working on for the past 4 years, and the direction it is all going....very slowly. She also mentioned how the highway seems to destroy a lot of the commerce that could be coming into town. Along with that I added how there were NOT any hotels located in downtown. She knew this, but never really gave much thought as to how that could or would affect business. She found it interesting. So, if there are any investors reading this blog, here is a prime opportunity to take some capital and put it into an old building in downtown Rockford, take a risk, and help to improve this fine city. I will be the first to check into one of your rooms. The St. James Hotel in Red Wing, MN is a perfect example of how to do it right.

After the pub, I moved on to the Carlyle Brewing Co. to sample some of their beer brewed on premises. Magnificent. Not only do they brew fine beer, it is all they serve (besides wine) within their establishment. How refreshing is that!

While I am enjoying my beverages, I receive several text messages and a phone call from Diana and she says she will arrive in Rockford in about an hour. I have more time to enjoy my beer, visit with the staff, and compliment them on their establishment. I did not get an opportunity to meet with the brewmeister, maybe on another visit.

Diana arrives in town on time, picks me up and we head out of Rockford, destined for her residence in St Joseph, MI.

Within several days, I have traveled from WI into IL proceeding by car thru IN and into MI. What an adventure!

ILLINOIS

2009-09-17T01:01:00.001+09:00

Pictures here: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=111926&id=672758511&saved#/album.php?aid=111926&id=672758511

It was time to leave WI behind and progress into IL. I was anxious to see what the Land of Lincoln might have to offer.

It wasn't long before I was approached by a vehicle asking if I needed a ride. This was followed shortly by another vehicle inquiring into whether I needed assistance, refreshment, or directions. My fortune does really have appeared to have changed already and this was only 3 miles into the state.

I turned down all offers because the weather was a beautiful 70 degrees with sunshine and I was feeling really good about this part of the trip. My positive attitude would become essential later in the day.

I continue down IL Hwy 251, which was more like an interstate hwy, and follow it for about 10 miles before it turned east into the Rockford suburbs. Actually, the whole leg of the trek felt like I never left the suburbs; a lot of traffic, stoplights on the hwy, and plenty of gas stations to provide assistance. It was difficult simply to find a spot of shade to rest and change my socks.

My journey continues and along the route I see several campsites available, to include a state park, Rock Cut. I am committed to getting to downtown, so I pass them all by.

When I finally reach the northern section of town, I decide to stop into an Applebee's and see what information can be provided. The waitress is polite, but can't offer any information on camping or hotels near downtown. Her statement was, "I live here, so I don't know these things." Interesting. I then resort to my Blackberry and Google. No results. All the campsites I located and contacted closed at 5:00 pm. It is already 7:00 pm, so I look again for a place to stay.

I have resorted to a stay in a cheap hotel in downtown, but there aren't any. Now, maintaining my positive attitude, I continue my search and finally find the Sweden House Motel advertised on the Rockford website which did prove to be very useful. http://www.gorockford.com/default.asp I make the phonecall, they have availability, and they are VERY reasonably priced. I pick up my gear and head back down the road. It's only another 4 miles!

I arrive at the Sweden House Lodge Motel, check-in, and proceed to my room. http://www.swedenhouselodge.com/ Please let the photographs speak for themselves. *Miriam, PLEASE tell me that these are not the European accommodations I can expect when I visit Sweden.

I am surprised about the limitations of lodging available in downtown districts. All the hotels appear to be located on the interstates. Have we become such a fast paced culture that we can't take the time to enjoy "town?" Do we really need all the Wal-marts, Applebee's, and other franchise chains to make our lives easier? Where are we going and why are we trying to get there so fast? I think about this a lot on this trek.

I am still maintaining my positive attitude and all I can do is laugh at myself today and feel good about the direction this trip is going. It's a whole new state with all new experiences ahead. I am looking forward to Chicago!

BELOIT DAILY NEWS

2009-09-16T10:45:00.001+09:00

Read the article here:

http://www.beloitdailynews.com/articles/2009/09/17/news/top_news/news1704.txt

Thank you Beloit for your interest and hospitality. Now, does this get me on Oprah when I get to Chicago?

INTO ILLINOIS

2009-09-15T00:13:00.002+09:00

I stopped into Deb's Squeeze Inn in Edgerton for lunch and was still feeling tired from the previous few days' effort. I decided to order a cheeseburger to replenish some lost nutrients before I take on the next leg into Janesville which was only 14 miles away.

After eating and hydrating, I head down the road and onto county roads to get me to Janesville. I am a little cautious due to the non-existent shoulder. The scenery looks very familiar and not much different than it looked thru most of SD. I am imagining this is what most of IL will also look.

After walking toward Janesville for awhile and my body already starting to feel the days effort, I am fortunately picked up by a kind gentleman named Jeff. He asks my purpose, I explain, and he thanks me for my service in the military. Our conversation then progresses to his interest in football and making bets on the games to what is important in life; goals, interests, and staying happy. I enjoyed our brief conversation and after only a few minutes, we are in Janesville.

Janesville is much larger than I expected (60,000 pop) and with my experiences in other large towns, I am not looking forward to the result; spending more money. I ask Jeff to drop me off in the downtown district and he comments that that will take me way off the direct route to Beloit and Rockford, IL, so he makes a decision to simply take me into Beloit which was only 8 more miles from where we were. I reluctantly agree and was thankful. My feet were not doing so well today.

We pass thru Beloit and Jeff takes me to the south of town and into IL. I hadn't expected that, but he drops me off at the Ramada Inn instead of downtown and explains that downtown is just adjacent to this hotel. I thank him for his assistance and he departs after we wish each other much luck in our personal endeavors.

I check in and am amazed that the cost of the hotel is half of what I have spent all the way thru WI. Is this the beginning of my fortune changing already since I have now left WI and have entered IL? It looks promising. I drop off my gear, clean up, and decide to go for a walk thru town.

I work my way back into WI and downtown which was about a mile walk and see all the old buildings. They don't look as old or as well maintained as some of the other communities I have visited and again I think my theory holds true. This downtown is NOT near any highway. Now, as I proceed, I see an Irish Pub across the street and decide it is time to get something to drink, I am parched.

I enter Suds O'Hanahan's Irish Pub, I meet the owner, Tom. He comments about how I am adapting to the device I am using to update my Facebook which leads into what my adventure is all about. He then asks if I was recently in Madison because a story was on TV about a guy who had hitchhiked across the US recently and returned. I commented that I had that guy's story beat if he hitchhiked; I am backpacking. He makes a phone call and before I know it, I am on the phone with Hillary from the Beloit Daily News who wants to run a story on me and my trek. While I am conducting this interview, Clint shows up to take my picture. Wow! After traveling thru 3 states, I am now a celebrity. My fortune definitely appears to be changing.

After all this, I hang out for awhile, order a few black and tans visiting with the bartenders, Pete, Jen, and Courtney and converse with them and a few other customers and after a pleasant evening, I get a ride back to my hotel.

Thanks to all of you in Beloit for entertaining me and allowing me to enjoy my last experience in WI. It is now time for me to move on to the next state.

STOUGHTON, WI

2009-09-14T00:45:00.001+09:00

Pictures here:
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=111166&id=672758511&saved#

I headed south into downtown Stoughton and I was amazed. The town is as beautiful as Red Wing; with all the well maintained buildings from the late 1800s to early 1900s, but is comprised mostly of boutiques and art galleries. This is interesting for a small town which is so removed from a large city. Stoughton reminds me of Milan, MN in that respect.

As I walk all the way to the end of town, I find the Chamber of Commerce and feel compelled to walk in and let them know how I didn't take the time to visit their great little town because I was stuck out on the highway and there was no indication, marketing, or information provided to let me know that this amazing main street was only 3 miles away. It is almost the same experience I had in Red Wing, except local people in Red Wing openly told me all about their historic downtown district.

The folks at the Chamber were receptive to my input and we visited about my trip and their town and after a quick snack I was back on the road feeling dismayed at not taking or having enough time to visit and thoroughly enjoy their historic donwtown. I will have to attempt to revisit Stoughton sometime. Thank you, Erica, for your help in explaining the history of your town.

Today was only supposed to be 14 miles, but it felt like 140. About 8 miles from my destination, Edgerton, my body started to break down. I stopped every 45 minutes to change socks and rest. It was extremely humid and hot. The temps reached 85 degrees with NO wind or even a slight breeze and as I got closer to town, the elevation must have changed because it just became too oppressive (817 ft elev).

At dusk when I got within 2 miles of town, a man named Randy pulled over in his Jeep and mentioned he saw me walking earlier near Stoughton and inquired as to what I was doing. We spoke for several minutes while the mosquitoes had their way with me and as I said my farewells and began to trudge (literally) toward my destination, he offered a ride. I couldn't believe it; my first ride in WI from a WI'ite!

As he drove he asked about my trip and where I was going for the day. I talked with him about my change in plans thru southern WI; having to stay in hotels due to no parks readily accessible and/or near town. The only hotel he knew of was still another 4 miles out of Edgerton and near the Interstate! I was very grateful that he picked me up. I don't think I could have walked another 6 miles from where he had stopped to pick me up. Thank you Randy!

Speaking of my change in plans; normally I enter a town, ask a few questions, explain my situation, and a solution presents itself. This is not the case thru WI, so I now take the time to plan ahead. This is unusual for me and was not an initial plan for this journey. I preferred spontaneity and happenstance to planning and coordination, but I had suffered in the Marines and now I prefer a few creature comforts like a shower and food. This involves a little research on the internet followed by phonecalls to the local chamber of commerce, so we will see how this works out for Janesville, WI.

NFL Opening Day

2009-09-13T23:39:00.000+09:00

I joined the United States Marine Corps 22 years ago today and since I was feeling really sore from the day before, I decided to celebrate by spending one more day in Stoughton, WI and took in the events of opening day of the National Football League.

A good time was had by all.

OREGON AND STOUGHTON, WI

2009-09-12T00:54:00.003+09:00

I left Madison bound for Oregon, WI as I had previously planned and was feeling pretty good about my route. I wouldn't be on major highways any longer; I would be traveling on county roads. As I slowly made my way out of Madison along their lakefront bike trail, I gave a look back on the WI state capitol. It was a nice city and they maintained their downtown district impeccably with plenty of pubs and restaurants, but I never discovered what other entertainment their beautiful city might have provided. I did notice, however, a large number of people on the trail enjoying a beautiful day and maintaining their physical fitness. I don't know if it was because it was a weekend or due to the Iron Man Triathlon being in town. Whatever the reason, Madison does have a lot of beautiful people.

3 miles down the road, I ran into a lot of people wearing red shirts emblazoned with "Wisconsin" somewhere on them. I was getting hungry since I hadn't eaten breakfast before I left town and there were no cafes on my route through Madison. So, I stopped into the first restaurant I saw, The Coliseum Restaurant. I entered and found out why the streets were full of people wearing red; The University of Wisconsin was playing Fresno State (WAC rivalry) in Madison. It was noon and I ordered a reuben sandwich and watched the game up until halftime. Then it was time to move on. WI won the game in double overtime (13-10).

The road looked familiar, but staying on county roads did feel a lot safer and the shoulders of the road were very walkable. With today's destination only another 12 miles away I was feeling really good. This was all about to change.

As I continue my walk into Oregon, I was very surprised that no one had stopped along this route to ask if I needed a ride, if I were alright, or what I was doing. This had happened on numerous occasions thru SD and MN.

Upon arrival, I notice a nice downtown and a small café. I stop in for dinner at around 5:00 pm. There is group of friends sitting nearby, so I ask if they know of any place I can set up my camp. They stated they weren't necessarily from there. Michelle was from a small town outside of Oregon and Scott and Kirsten had just moved to La Crosse from upstate NY. They did their best, offered maps, and actually called friends to see what they could provide, but all to no avail. I thanked them, they departed, I finished my meal and decided it was time to try another tactic.

I went to the local watering hole just down the street, entered, received a LOT of terrible looks from the bartender and everyone else (all dressed in red) and didn't receive any better information. Now I have had to resort to the final option; I usually use the cafes, restaurants, and pubs to get information and then have a result, but not this time. I receive information from the bartender about where the police station is. I take this info and head that direction.

As I approach City Hall, I see the city fire dept and about 5 men are standing outside discussing "the weather." I politely interrupt, introduce myself, and ask them for info. They are very hesitant and are looking at me as if I am a serial killer. Only one offers information, but as the conversation progresses, they find out I am a retired Marine and they all then relax. Well, their advice isn't any better. They recommend heading into Stoughton which is "only" 9 miles away. I thank them and head back down the road, tired, but having eaten, I am in pretty good shape if not happy considering the route to Stoughton was supposed to be completed tomorrow.

Again, no one pauses to assist (I really didn't expect it, but it has happened over the trip) and I increase my speed because dusk is drawing near. I departed Madison at 11:00 am, paused at noon for lunch for an hour, then walked another 3 hours to arrive in Oregon at 5:00 pm (14 miles.) I started out for Stoughton at 6:00 pm and arrived at 8:00 pm after an additional 9 miles. My normal rate of speed is a steady 3 miles an hour with stops every hour to rest and change socks. During this last leg, I had increased my speed to 4 miles an hour and made only one stop to rest. Needless to say, I arrived in Stoughton late and exhausted. It was my first 20 plus mile day and it truly felt like the hikes I used to do as a US Marine. I don't want to have to repeat a leg similar to this again.

I checked into the Comfort Inn and went straight to the hot tub. I feel better now and all is well. Tomorrow is another day of excitement the type of which only WI can deliver.

MADISON, WI

2009-09-11T00:04:00.000+09:00

Pictures are here:
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=109899&id=672758511

I received a ride from a good man named Daniel. He was from Minneapolis and was on his way to visit his son in Madison. He offered me a ride all the way into Madison (appx 120 miles); I had already walked 6 miles just to get out of La Crosse and then another 3 down the hwy when he picked me up. I initially asked to be dropped off at Coon Valley which was still 10 miles away. He offered me a bottle of milk tea, which I accepted, and then Coon Valley came and went due to our conversation. We talked about life, luck, politics, socialism, society, and our youth (he hitchhiked across the US on several occasions). It was an enlightening conversation.

The next drop off point I requested was any town near "The House on the Rock."

http://www.thehouseontherock.com/
This would prove more difficult than I had expected. The house itself is 9 miles out of the way of anything. This includes food and lodging. So, he then recommended I simply go into Madison and he would drop me off in downtown. I would then figure it out from there.

Once in town, I thanked Daniel for his kindness and the tea and I was off to discover Madison. I was instantly greeted by the Capitol building and took time to look on my GPS to see where I was. Madison is laid out similar to the US Capitol. I perpendicular square that works it's way outward on spokes which are the streets. It was very easy to get disoriented. Add to this the confusing intersections and numerous sidestreets. I found my way to The Madison Hostel and dropped my gear. http://www.madisonhostel.org/ I then cleaned up, took another sight seeing tour and then it was time for dinner. I had seen a local brew pub, The Great Dane, on my walk and gave it a try. http://www.greatdanepub.com/ They had alright fish and chips, but excellent India Pale Ale. I had my fill and it was time to call it a nite.

Prior to my leaving, I took note of the people around me, watched them and their antics, and had to confirm my suspicions with my bartenders, Johnny and Katie, and also a nice local guy, Mike. They stated the dynamic of Madison was based on food and drink and has a changing demographic due to the short lived tenancy of professionals in the area, could be termed transitory occupation. Anyway, this all appears to create an aloofness and pretense of a majority of the people in town.

I decide I don't care much for Madison; I don't care much for most of the large towns/cities I have visited. They all end of costing me a lot of money. I much prefer the small towns and have made a point to plan my trip and stop every 10-12 miles at the towns in between. Up to this point, I have been following highways, but WI isn't laid out quite like that. I hope it is a good decision and makes for a pleasant walk. I am tired of all the traffic on the main roads.

Here is my planned route:
Madison
Oregon
Stoughton
Edgerton
Janesville
Beloit
Rockford, IL

This route will take me 6 days and still leaves Chicago 85 miles away.

Madison, thanks for the experience.

WISCONSIN

2009-09-10T00:36:00.000+09:00

LA CROSSE SIGHTS

2009-09-09T23:46:00.003+09:00

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I have finally made it across MN and now am into the 3rd state of my journey, appx 400 miles later. To celebrate, I took to the streets of historic downtown La Crosse and, as usual, was pleasantly surprised by the sights, sounds, and the hospitality of the locals.

First stop was to The Wine Guyz shop. http://www.wineguyz.com/ They served hors d'oeuvres, but I declined and decided to enjoy a glass of red wine prior to my evening meal which I had no idea where I was going to get. The wine is served and I have an opportunity to meet the owner, Dan. We talk about my trip, his shop, and where to eat in the town of La Crosse. As we discuss this, several nice ladies across from me overhear our conversation and offer me a glass of their wine. I initially decline, but they stated they were driving and didn't have enough to take home. I then accepted; anything to help someone out. After a brief conversation with all, I decide to eat at Piggy's. Don't let the name fool you.

I enter Piggy's restaurant and am completely shocked and surprised by the décor and ambience which was very luxuriant. http://www.piggys.com/ I head up the staircase for dinner and am met by Colin. He seats me next to a window overlooking the street and I work my way thru the menu. The filet mignon was recommended and I was not disappointed. It was honestly the BEST steak I have ever eaten. Until this point, Assagio's in Kailua, HI had served me the best; that was a 10 year standing record which now starts over with Piggy's version of filet mignon. Thanks to Colin for the recommendation and the information for a place to get a beer. He recommends Bodega Pub and Grill and to look for Alicia, their bartender.

I head further into downtown and find Bodega's on 4th St. Keep in mind this is one of the oldest and best maintained downtowns I have seen so far on this trip. It beats Red Wing only because it is almost 3 times the size. I head inside, belly up to the bar and meet Alicia. She greets me with the menu of over 400 beers! I enjoy a few and then proceed to meet many friends and enjoy their conversations about travel, school, education, books, and movies. Jeff and PJ were very interesting and I enjoyed their input.

I depart and head back to my hotel, but before I get home, I have one more task at hand. Several men are screaming at each other in the street and their "girlfriends" are in a panic. I thought it was a normal fight until they started saying they were going to kill each other, literally. I walked past, they tried to get me engaged, I proceeded on and walked to the closest street corner to get my bearings while calling 911. The young lady on the phone was patient and took all my information. Within seconds 3 police cars were instantly patrolling the area. She allowed me to get off the phone and I went to the hotel for the nite. Enough excitement for this part of my trip.

Thanks to all the fine people I have met in La Crosse. I thoroughly enjoyed my stay.

LA CROSSE, WI

2009-09-08T16:51:00.001+09:00

First of all, Happy Birthday to Ricky J!

I spent the nite in Winona, MN, a typical highway and college town. I didn't care for it and was anxious to get back on the road. It took almost an hour to get out of town and back onto Hwy 61. Once there, I headed south toward La Crosse, WI. I hadn't planned to get there until tomorrow and planned to stay in one of the small towns in between.

As I got about 6 miles out of town and was starting to look for one of the small towns I mentioned, a car pulled over and offered me a ride all the way into La Crosse. The gentleman who was so kind was Larry. He is a railway worker out of La Crosse and was headed home for the day. Something I hadn't realized before he picked me up as he explained it; there are no towns directly on the highway from Winona into La Crosse. This meant I would have had to stay on the side of the road somewhere in between. I am very thankful to Larry for stopping.

We spoke about railroad employment, life goals, adventure, and WI. He took good care of me and took me directly into downtown. He also explained there really wasn't a great place close to town, facilities, or food that would accommodate my trip, so I opted to go to downtown and figure it all out, as usual. He dropped me off at Riverside Park which was an excellent introduction to La Crosse, considering I have never been to WI in my life. Uncle John should be proud.

After he departed, I headed down Main Street and found nothing. I went thru town and then made my way back toward the river and ran into "Glory Days" a Green Bay Packers Pub. I got a bad first impression from the bartender. I planned to ask him about a place to stay, but he was hesitant to even serve me a beer. This all appears to be a common experience so far on this trip. Every time I cross a stateline, the first person I meet is apprehensive. I hope it gets better.

I left the pub and headed further toward the river and find a Marriot Courtyard Hotel. I checked in and looked forward to an entertaining evening that will hopefully change my opinion of La Crosse.

MORE FRIENDS

2009-09-07T06:28:00.003+09:00

"May the road rise to meet you,

May the wind be always at your back,

May the sun shine warm upon your face,

May the rains fall soft upon your fields, And, until we meet again,

May God hold you in the hollow of His hand."

The Labor Day holiday wasn't over and I spent the evening at Slippery's Pub with Zac and Ashley. They had to continue on their vacation and after a dinner of walleye and skillet potatoes, it was time for my new friends to depart. Again, I appreciate our friendship and I thanked them for all they had done for me. Mahalo Nui Loa!

Shortly after their departure, a young couple approach me and offer to buy me a shot. I accept and they explain they overheard my conversation about my adventure and felt compelled to meet me. I was so glad they did!

I join Jon, Nat, and Sarah for the evening. Oh, they also have a dog and her name is Riley. We sit and visit thru the evening and they offer me a boat ride to their campsite on the river. Again, I can't say no. Jon walked with me over to Wally's RV park where I had already set up and as I load my backpack, Jon simply picks up my tent with everything inside and states that it will all fit in the boat "as is."

We meet the girls outside the pub and head to the dock. Jon has already placed the tent in the center of the boat. We board and are off into the dark and up the river to their site. Once we arrive, we establish my site, improve on theirs and start a fire for the nite. I then break out my ukulele, engage in fantastic conversation, and thoroughly enjoy s'mores!

Bed time came late and we ALL refuse to look at the time. We crawl into our tents for the nite. As morning comes, we awake and they reemphasiz their offer to get me further down the river. I find it difficult to refuse all of the good friends I have met and their kind offers, so again I accept.

They get me as far as Winona, MN and then we say our farewells. Thanks to Jon, Nat, and Sarah (say hello to Riley for me.) I had a great time with you!

WABASHA, MN

2009-09-07T00:31:00.001+09:00

Zac and Ashley dropped me off at a dock in Wabasha, MN and promised they would meet me for dinner once they return the boat rental. I head up the dock to Main Street and have no idea where I am going to spend the evening. This is a holiday weekend and nothing appears to be open. As I walk toward a café I notice an American Legion Post and decide to stop in and inquire about a campsite in town.

As I enter I immediately meet Mike and we visit about why I have a pack on my back. I state that I need a place to bed down for the night. He offers me a beer and then offers me his business property which sits on many acres as a place for the nite. http://www.loonlakedecoycompany.com/ The site is out of town and there would not be any facilities or a place to eat before I head back down the road. I appreciate the offer, but must decline.

Another gentleman sitting at the bar introduces himself as Vern and says that the local campground in town is run by a man named Wally and he may have room. With the help of other friends sitting at the bar, they explain how to find the site.

I meet Wally in his RV at the site and he is full, but allows me to set up my tent in his yard. I then have time to meet Zac and Ashley for dinner at Slippery's Pub and Restaurant which served as the backdrop for the movie "Grumpy Old Men." http://www.slipperysumr.com/

Also here in Wabasha is the National Eagle Center where they rehabilitate injured eagles. What a majestic center. http://www.nationaleaglecenter.org/

Thank you to the fine residents of Wabasha for their immense hospitality. I wish I could have spent more time in Wabasha, but winter is coming. I can tell because the trees are already starting to change from green to yellow, orange, and red.

THE MISSISSIPPI RIVER

2009-09-06T23:03:00.000+09:00

Pictures here: http://www.facebook.com/editphoto.php?aid=108901

My history of the friends I have met on the road catching up with me and assisting me in my travels appears to know no bounds.

This time it was Zac and Ashley who appeared in Lake City. How this occurred was via a text message to my Blackberry. They asked if I would like a boat ride down the Mississippi River to my next stop at Wabasha, MN. How could I decline an entire day spent on the river with friends during the Labor Day holiday?

They had rented a boat and picked me up at the Skyline Restaurant where I was enjoying a delicious brunch. We loaded up and headed down the "ol' Miss." What an incredible day of relaxation and conversation. It definitely beat a long walk down the highway!

I give many thanks to Zac and Ashley for being such good and dependable friends. I will never forget your unselfishness and kindness.

LAKE CITY

2009-09-05T20:22:00.003+09:00

I continued on my journey along Hwy 61 directly alongside the Mississippi River until I almost reached Lake City.

I was probably 3 or 4 miles out of town when an oncoming vehicle passed me and honked the horn as it went by. I took little notice of it other than to wave (it happens often enough; motorcyclists tend to be the friendliest) and continue on my walk. Shortly after, the same vehicle passes me going in my direction and pulls over in front of me. I am not averse to accepting rides, but I always approach cautiously. This was no different.

I walked to the passenger side and peered through the open window. To my relief, it was one of the friends I had made the nite before at Jimmy's Pub. It was Jen, one of the many who were participating in a grand wedding in Miesville (yes, the same town where I had slept in a backyard) and reception at the St James Hotel (the hotel where I loved staying). She graciously offered me a ride the rest of the way into Lake City. What could I say?

She took me all the way into town and dropped me off at the campgrounds. I thanked her profusely for the ride and hoped that she and her group of friends would enjoy the wedding festivities. She wished me well on my journey and then departed. Much thanks to Jen. I appreciated your very kind words of support and encouragement. For you, continue to run and pursue life's goals.

After checking into my campsite and setting up, I walked over to the Skyline on Lake Pepin Restaurant and Lounge where I met a fine gentleman whose name was Rick. He was a well traveled man and we had a nice conversation about the world and what it has to offer while enjoying a meal of fresh caught blue gill and twice baked (smoked) potatoes.

Skyline definitely offers superb dining and the staff was excellent. http://www.skylineonpepin.com/ Rick then introduced me to the owners, Duane and Becky. We enjoyed a couple of cocktails and then it was time to head back to my campsite across the street.

This trip keeps getting better and better. Final note...as I progress across the US, the coffee just gets better .

JIMMY'S PUB

2009-09-04T23:25:00.001+09:00

I spent the last evening in Red Wing at Jimmy's Pub and made some new friends.

I appreciate and enjoy the friendship of all I meet no matter how brief the encounter. For all the friends I have made on this journey I hope you enjoy happiness, prosperity, and success in all endeavors. Enjoy your own personal journeys!

THE SHELDON THEATRE

2009-09-04T15:12:00.001+09:00

I had heard from the locals that the Jordan River runs beneath the entire town of Red Wing and they stated it could be seen in the basement of The Sheldon Theatre. I headed down the street to the theatre and briefly stood outside. Upon entering, I looked to my right and there was a young gentleman speaking with a nice lady who was inside the ticket booth. I paused for a moment and then the man moved aside so I could approach the booth.

She was kind enough to say hello and then asked if I needed anything. I stated that I would like to see the theatre, take some pictures, and if possible, see the mysterious river. Her immediate response was, "No. That's impossible." I then explained my backpacking adventure, but she still held firm that it wasn't possible.

As she speaks, the gentleman that was visiting with her previously made his way into the ticket booth and while he proceeds to sit down, the young lady states that she is the only one in the theatre on that day. Well, I had just watched this man walk into her booth and casually take a seat, so I ask who he is. She appears to be slightly uncomfortable and then starts to fidget with the scarf around her neck. She didn't quite come up with any coherent explanation.

During this, the man then interjects that someone could probably show me around, but first he planned to give the girl a ring he had in a little black box in his hands. Unbelievable! I had walked in on a marriage proposal and he had just moments earlier asked her the "question." She only had time to nod her head and didn't get an opportunity to say "yes" before I walked into the theatre to request to see the river. Amazing.

I apologized and asked if I could take their photo to commemorate the occasion and then I would move on to viewing the theatre while he completed his proposal. They agreed to the photo, we introduced ourselves; he was James and she was Chelsey. They then promised they would show me around immediately after. We all laughed at such an interesting situation. I just hoped her response wouldn't be the immediate "no" that I had received upon asking to see the Jordan River.

RED WING TOUR

2009-09-03T02:21:00.000+09:00

What a great day! There were sights to see everywhere. Most of them were within walking distance and those that weren't were accommodated by the waitress from the previous nite, Lori. She drove me thru most of the city so I could see all the old Victorian homes and also the natural terrain features that make Red Wing so amazingly attractive.

As we drive around, she explains the old buildings and points out a hotel on Main St. I had no idea there was a hotel in the old downtown. I immediately asked if we could ask about room availablity, I would like to check in for the day. They have a room available on the 3rd floor of this 5 floor hotel so I check in, go to my room and feel like I have been thrown back in time. It is amazing. The hotel is the St James and it was built in 1875 and has been in operation ever since. http://www.st-james-hotel.com/new/start.php

Photos are located here:
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Other sights:
Great views from Barn Bluff and Memorial Park
Goodhue County History Center
Levee Park and Train Depot
The Sheldon Theatre

The evening involved dinner from the Port of Red Wing located in the basement of the St James. I had the filet mignon which was excellent and then headed to the top floor of the hotel to relax in Jimmy's English Pub. Met a few kind people and enjoyed visiting with all of them and hear their thoughts on Red Wing and the surrounding area. It was a great day.

RED WING

2009-09-02T14:17:00.000+09:00

I started out in my new boots in the morning and made good time into Red Wing, MN. It was a 15 mile trip and started out flat, but increasingly became hillier. My boots held up great, but I did get a new blister directly below the dressings I had on my old blister. Great. I will see how it holds up.

Walking into town was amazing. Trees lined both sides of the highway and the weather was consistent with how the weather has been over the entire trip. Mostly sunny with highs in the mid 70's during the day and mid 50's at nite and it look like this weather will hold for the next few weeks.

I walked into town on Hwy 61 and it appeared as though this would be just another highway town full of strip malls and food franchises, I was about to be proven completely wrong.

Upon entering town, I saw several hotels, but I was looking for a campsite to get off of this damn highway. I continued on and walked about a mile thru town and wasn't feeling good about finding a place to camp, so I went into Caribou Coffee, purchased a cup, and inquired about where I could stay in town. The nice lady informed me that there were several hotels at the West end of town (which I have mentioned) and one more at the far East end. She also said that the park was also located near there. I asked how far away the park was and she stated it was another 3 miles and an additional 3 to get to the campgrounds. I did not feel like walking another 6 miles and then have to walk the same 3 miles back out to the highway so I can start out on the road again. This would result in 6 unnecessary miles.

I made the decision to walk all the way back to the hotels I had passed on my way into town and ended up walking thru the old pottery district. They had taken all of the old original brick buildings and turned them into a shopping district. This is where Red Wing pottery is made. I hadn't even realized that. http://www.redwingpottery.com/ This district and the hotels were located on West Main St. My assumption was this was the old downtown district and had been replaced by the highway community.

I found a hotel, The Rodeway Inn, and checked in. Removing my card key, I noticed an advertisement for 10% off at Liberty's Restaurant in the historic downtown district. Again, I thought I was in downtown, so I called the restaurant and asked about their location thinking it would be one of the brick buildings nearby. The gentleman explained that they weren't located near me, but were about a mile from me. That is about 3 blocks from the Caribou Coffee shop I had stopped into and gotten information. Now I would have to walk all the way back into the real downtown to get a meal. I was now a little frustrated, but anxious to see a historic downtown. I was then told that someone on the restaurant staff would drive out to pick me up and also ensure I got home in the evening. I took him up on that.

The car pulled up, we drove back down the highway about a mile and into one of the finest, attractive, and completely restored downtowns I have ever seen. This sets the standard very high for all the other small towns I will visit on this trip. I believe the Red Wing Shoe Company has a lot to do with the success of this district. http://www.redwingshoes.com/ We pull into the parking lot of Liberty's Restaurant and I am seated by the window and enjoy a fine meal of prime rib. http://www.libertysonline.com/ My waitress, Lori, is very pleasant and informs me of most of the history of the town. She also offers to show me the main sites tomorrow. I accept.

After dinner, I take in a few sites, stop into a couple of pubs, and then unfortunately head back out of this beautiful old town to my modern hotel room a5t the other end of town. I will have to explore much more of this great town later.

MIESVILLE, MN

2009-09-01T17:55:00.002+09:00

Today was a very surprising day. I wasn't surprised at how tired I knew I would be at the end of the day, but I was surprised by the walk and what resulted. No rides today.

I started out from Minneapolis and thru Hastings down Hwy 61 headed toward Red Wing. The plan was to get that far today, but that was asking for a lot after a weekend of enjoying the MN State Fair, good food, Twins game, and friends and family. So, I really had no idea where I would end up.

In Hastings, I had a good breakfast at the Red Rock Café. It seems the coffee is getting better as I go along. Anyway, as I was preparing to leave, several gentlemen asked what I was doing and where I was headed. I explained my trip and they wished me luck.

Out the door I went and straight for the highway. It was a VERY busy road and I was anxious to get off of it, so I took a detour down a perpendicular state road which took me to a campsite, Greenwood Campgrounds. I was low on water so I decided to stop in and refill. A nice lady, Linda, met me at the main cabin and explained that this campsite wasn't for backpackers, but for RV's and mobile homes. That was alright, I just wanted water anyway. She showed me where the hose was and then proceeded to ask if there was anything else, but before I could say anything, she mentioned a restaurant in Miesville, MN "just down the road." She also stated they made the best burgers.

Well, I took her kind advice and headed for Miesville. It was around noon and I was hungry after logging all the miles to this point. I followed the state road I was on until I ran into Hwy 91 and headed south. I hadn't realized that "just down the road" meant 8 or 9 miles.

I slogged into town around 3:00 pm and instantly saw the restaurant, King's Place. http://kingburgers.com/ I sat down and was brought a menu and could NOT believe how many burgers they offered, over 45 and counting. I had the waitress choose for me and it was a fine selection. It was a 1/2 lb, bleu cheese and French burger with all the fixings. The side was battered green beans with ranch dressing. I have never had them before and I highly recommend them. It WAS the best burger I have ever had!

The waitress asked about my backpack and I explained what I was doing. I then asked if there was a place in town to spend the nite since I was too exhausted to continue on to Red Wing. She said she would ask around and returned within 5 minutes. The owner of the restaurant, Jerry, offered the back yard to me. I gladly accepted, set up my gear, cleaned up and proceeded to post my blog to the internet. The owners also found fit to feed and water me for half price. Thanks to King's Place and the staff for all the attentiveness, kindness, and hospitality!

What a pleasant, tiring, and surprising day! These small towns are turning out to be as I had hoped; friendly, understanding, and accommodating.

PREPARING TO HIT THE ROAD

2009-08-31T19:37:00.001+09:00

I was so glad to be rid of the boots that caused so many problems and so happy to have new boots that I decided today was the day to get ready to head back down the trail. That meant doing laundry, repacking, and ensuring I got a good carbo load. So, that evening, Adrienne and I headed to Rock Bottom Brewery in town.

I was very hungry, so I ordered chicken wings and onion rings to start. That would be followed by an 8 oz filet mignon with potatoes and vegetable; all of this along with their house beers. Alli was the waitress and she did a fantastic job ensuring the meal was just right. I offered her to join the "fan club." She asked what club and I explained my sojourn. She was intrigued, asked for my blogsite, and then proceeded to inform everyone in the brewery about my journey. She also surprised me with extra wings! Thanks, Alli.

MINNESOTA TWINS

2009-08-30T01:20:00.002+09:00

I did catch up with family finally on Sunday for a really great time. I met my Dad, Aunt Lyla, and Uncle Jay for a Twins game. We all met up around 1:00 PM just in time to grab some beer, roast beef sandwiches and prepare for the start of the game. I have never shared a Twins game with my Dad before.

The game was great! The Twins pulled off a second win in the last of the 3 game series against the Texas Rangers. It was a very exciting game with the crowd on their feet until the last pitch of the 9th inning. Twins win: 5-3

I have to thank David Harris for such great tickets and seats. We were right on the third base line just above the Twins dugout. Amazing way to watch a game!

This town has me thinking of possibly making it my home. I will have to give it some thought. I have a long journey ahead before I make any decisions, but I have never experienced Minneapolis/St Paul like this. I guess I was too young to either understand or appreciate what this area has to offer.

MN STATE FAIR

2009-08-29T17:17:00.000+09:00

I don't know what happened to our plan of using cell phones for the family to link up at the fair, but we never did. We got in touch with each other long after we all had left the fair. The family had a bbq at home while Adrienne, Laiel (her sister), Neal (Laiel's boyfriend), and I all went home with plans of going into town for dinner. By the time we got home, it was pretty late so Adrienne and I went by ourselves and went to a nice Irish Pub for some good food, beer, and music. We took in the sights of downtown and stayed until about midnite and then headed for the train ride home. It was a long day, but a good time was had by all.

Highlights of the fair:
1. Lots of corn displays
2. Lots of food on sticks
3. Lots of entertainment
4. Haunted house
5. Fat fried pickles
6. Fat fried snickers bars on a stick
7. Fat fried cheese on a stick
8. Summit beer on a stick (seriously)
9. Chocolate covered bacon on a stick (never found it and am disappointed)

MINNEAPOLIS

2009-08-28T13:11:00.002+09:00

Not much to say about today other than I started out from Granite Falls, headed for Minneapolis (only 123 miles). I walked approximately 7 of them before being picked up by my dad, Earl, and my Aunt Lyla. They were headed to the Cities to see the Twins play on Sunday and also to take in the Minnesota State Fair. So, I joined them.

Once in Minneapolis, we went directly over to Uncle Jay and Aunt Tootie's and had dinner and caught up on things. The meal was delicious and they offered for me to stay, but I had already contacted my good friend, Adrienne and she had some things planned for the weekend for us to do.

Before I left Jay and Tootie's, we all discussed how we could all meet up at the State Fair on the following day. We would just use our cell phones and link up once at the fair, easy enough.

Another significant event was getting rid of the boots that got me to this point but not without pain. I went directly to REI and picked up a new pair of boots. I won't divulge the old boots brand name, but I will say I chose Asolo's again for my new boots. Hopefully they work out better than the previous pair. I am sick of blisters.

MILAN

2009-08-27T21:47:00.002+09:00

While I was having breakfast, a gentleman asked if he could sit down and visit. He had noticed my backpack and was wondering what I was up to. I explained and he mentioned how his son, Steve, had done something similar a few years ago. Steve and his brother-in-law, Ryan, had biked across the US and had also done similar trips in HI and Australia. He then introduced himself as Mr. Billy Thompson. He asked if he could offer me a ride to Montevideo, but with one stipulation; we must stop in his hometown of Milan first. I agreed. What a pleasant decision this would be.

We set out after coffee and had a wonderful conversation throughout the entire trip. He spoke of his family, his town, careers, retirement, history, his love of the area, and his chosen profession as a documentarian. Once we arrived at his museum in town, this would become most apparent.

He took me on a tour after introducing me to his daughter, Ann, who was a teacher all over the world with her husband, Ryan, and now is the proprietor of the Billy Maple Tree's art studio and gift shop. Billy showed me all the glorious items he has collected and created. What a fantastic museum, gallery, studio, and history lesson. There are so many amazing stories he shared with me, they will have to be put into a separate medium; a book, perhaps?

After a tour of the shop, museum, and town, we headed down the road towards Montevideo. Along the way, we took in State Parks where I picked up a new walking stick, an organic grower's garden in Watson and learned the sordid details of how the town is trying to illegally force him to stop (potentially due to his Pakistani ethnicity; there is no legal merit to the case), MN's largest cottonwood tree (34 ft in circumference), and then stopping to visit Mr. Dale Pederson.

Dale runs a business, Stony Run Woods (www.stonyrunwoods.com) and met us in his woodshop. We looked around for awhile and he then invited us to have a seat outside on his willow furniture and offered us some homemade apple cider, if we were interested. Of course! We were thirsty and that cider tasted so delicious on a hot summer day. We visited for awhile and talked of his business, my journey and of how Mr. Pederson's brother had retired from the Marines and chose to work for Pheasants Forever in the area which improves the grasslands for pheasants and other wild animals. Now, this sounds like the first "something" I would prefer to do rather than continue to work for the government.

After our visit, Billy drove me to Montevideo and we went to City Hall for a permit to use the park for camping. They needed $20 for me to pitch a tent and Billy and I both found that ridiculous so he offered to take me to Granite Falls. We left and after a short drive arrived. There was only one problem, no place to pitch a tent close to food and drink. Everything in Granite Falls is located on Hwy 212, so I made the decision to stay in a hotel for the nite, update my blog, and it is always refreshing to sleep in a bed.

After all the encouragement I received from Bill, his family, and Dale, my journey is starting to develop into something tangible. I cannot say that I will be staying in MN at this moment, but it does have promise. Milan, MN is definitely the finest place I have yet visited. It will take someone extremely special to compete with the man I met today, Mr. Billy Thompson.

Photos on Facebook here:
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=104983&id=672758511&ref=nf

REST ON A SUMMER'S DAY

2009-08-26T22:34:00.001+09:00

I thought I would give my feet another day off while enjoying a beautiful summer day in Appleton. I spent my time, first by getting breakfast and then walking thru the town and observing the architecture. I planned to meet a few people, but no one was around. It was a nice walk and the town looks a lot like Watertown, SD but smaller.

The rest of the day was spent reading my book, "A Walk across America" by Peter Jenkins, a nap at lunch, last minute laundry, a shower, and then watching a movie in the evening. Then it was time for bed in preparation for my long walk to Montevideo in the morning.

APPLETON

2009-08-25T17:30:00.002+09:00

I was very apprehensive about starting out today from Ortonville because of a damn blister. My plan was to head to at least Odessa, MN which was only 5 miles away. If I could manage that distance, I would attempt to press on for Correll. My concern was that because this town has a population of only 47, I might not be able to sustain myself or find a place to spend the night. I made it to my first stop easily. I then decided to continue. I had plenty of water and fresh socks to keep me in good shape. I was losing steam about a mile out of Correll and then fortune showed itself.

A gentleman by the name of Mr. Tubbs, 74 yrs old, saw me at one of my rest stops and pulled over and asked me where I was headed. I said FL and he offered to get me as far as Appleton. Perfect. As we drove thru Correll, I saw that my prediction was correct, only a row of houses on the hwy with nowhere to eat or rest in sight.

During our drive, he offered me some cherry tomatoes that he forgot to drop off at the restaurant in Odessa from where he volunteers and was returning. He continued to say he does a lot of volunteer work now that he has been retired for 22 yrs. He had a soft water business that he sold to his son 22 yrs ago and now his son has made his millions. He seems to enjoy his retirement and gave sound advice for entering Montevideo. There is some construction and I should take hwy 13 to avoid going all the way around and out of my way. I appreciate advice like that.

I was very apprehensive about starting out today from Ortonville because of a damn blister. My plan was to head to at least Odessa, MN which was only 5 miles away. If I could manage that distance, I would attempt to press on for Correll. My concern was that because this town has a population of only 47, I might not be able to sustain myself or find a place to spend the night. I made it to my first stop easily. I then decided to continue. I had plenty of water and fresh socks to keep me in good shape. I was losing steam about a mile out of Correll and then fortune showed itself.

A gentleman by the name of Mr. Tubbs, 74 yrs old, saw me at one of my rest stops and pulled over and asked me where I was headed. I said FL and he offered to get me as far as Appleton. Perfect. As we drove thru Correll, I saw that my prediction was correct, only a row of houses on the hwy with nowhere to eat or rest in sight.

During our drive, he offered me some cherry tomatoes that he forgot to drop off at the restaurant in Odessa from where he volunteers and was returning. He continued to say he does a lot of volunteer work now that he has been retired for 22 yrs. He had a soft water business that he sold to his son 22 yrs ago and now his son has made his millions. He seems to enjoy his retirement and gave sound advice for entering Montevideo. There is some construction and I should take hwy 13 to avoid going all the way around and out of my way. I appreciate advice like that.

He drove me down Main Street in Appleton before dropping me off at the military memorial in town. This was another act of fortune. On the other side was a beautiful riverside campsite complete with restroom and shower facilities along with electrical outlets at the site that will allow me to recharge my electronics. I now call this home for the evening. I may even stay an additional day because it is so nice and allow my blister to get another days rest, considering I have already gone 90 miles in 3 days.

At the campsite I met an older couple who didn't divulge their names, but commented they were from Sioux City; Leeds in the Evergreen Village. I couldn't believe it. I was just there a week ago with my cousin, Dev, and his family. (I spent many summers with Lana and Dev there when I was young.) This couple offered to watch my gear while I went into town to have a meal and update my blog.

The café I found was Peggy's Place and I ordered a Reuben. I don't think I will be asking for a free meal this time, I can barely keep my coffee cup filled, so I don't think it is worth anyone's time or effort to ask. Maybe I will try for free beer later at the local pub. Ha.

All is well in the state of Minnesota.

Minnesota

2009-08-24T09:53:00.000+09:00

23 Aug--ORTONVILLE

2009-08-23T22:41:00.000+09:00

I woke up extremely exhausted and sore and realized I needed to lighten my load, so I am mailing my camera, extra set of clothes, razor, and other miscellaneous items that will lighten my load by almost 4 lbs. I showered, packed my gear, and started out. It wasn't long before I got a ride from a nice gentleman and lady that didn't want to share their names, but rather a ride all the way into Ortonville. After 40 miles we arrived in Ortonville where they treated me to a nice brunch at the Hilltop Café. I then went across the hwy to the Vali-Vu Hotel and checked in to continue to rest.

That evening I walked to the Matador Supper Club and Lounge just north on Hwy 75. I had a meal and a couple of beers and visited with the bartender, Michelle, who explained to me that it was a quiet nite because it was Sun, but also because the Corn Festival had just finished. (I witnessed the parade earlier in the day.) We continued our conversation and I explained to her my plans for my trip to FL. She then tore up my bill and asked if I would empty the trash bins into the outside receptacles to repay my debt. I was astonished. This trip is getting better, a meal and beer for emptying a couple of trash bins.

22 Aug--IT BEGINS

2009-08-22T21:43:00.001+09:00

It was hard leaving family and start out on the road, but I was anxious to get going and knew the only way to do it easily would be to just make the decision to start out. I chose 22 Aug (Sat) and made it abruptly. Even with the decision made, it was difficult starting out with family all around wanting to follow me on a beautiful Sat afternoon.

I officially started walking from Aunt Lyla's house in Sisseton, SD and stopped first at the Tastee Freez for a bbq sandwich and thankfully I did because it would prove to be the only meal of the day other than Uncle Tommy's beef jerky.

After my sandwich I headed south down old Hwy 81. I remember this road from my youth. Before the interstate was built we used to travel this route to Gogie's (my great grandmother) house in Sisseton. This time I had 4 miles of it to walk before I headed east toward Browns Valley, MN.

This walk already brought about a lot of memories, thoughts, and reflection. My initial excitement carried me thru most of the day. I felt really free. I could go anywhere. I could do anything.

I had forgotten how much wildlife exists in SD. Garter snakes, turkeys, pheasants, frogs, and farm dogs were everywhere. I need to thank Ricky J for recommending a walking stick for my trip, especially when the farm dogs start barking and running down the driveway towards you. Thankfully, I Didn't have to use it as a weapon, but it did come in handy as a leaning post and it assisted me along toward the end of the day.

As I headed east, the road become hilly and wouldn't end. It was down Eastman Rd which was to connect with SD Hwy 10 and it never seemed to arrive. After I connected with the hwy, it was another 3 miles into Browns Valley. That was the longest 3 miles I have ever walked, ran, biked, or swam.

I checked into the Riverside Lodge right at the west edge of town at almost 8:00 pm and found it was nothing more than a large farmhouse with the upstairs converted into something similar to a hostel in Europe. This lodge consisted of 6 rooms with several beds in each. My room had 3 other beds and mine had Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle sheets. Cool.

After settling in, the owner, Kathryn recommended I hurry into town because "they roll up the sidewalks" after 9:00 pm. I took her advice and walked the mile or so into town and found that everything was closed and of course this was after walking all the way to the end of Main Street on aching feet and cramping back. So, I crossed the street and headed back on the opposite side. As I walked, I noticed a lone car pull in front of a building which had a Budweiser sign illuminated. Other than that, all else was dark. Several gentlemen exited the vehicle and walked inside the building thru the front door. I followed and discovered a bar that could serve pizza and beer. I was starving and I ordered a Snickers bar to accompany my meal.

Conversation ensued with the bartender and several customers about what I was doing in town and how long I would be staying. I explained all of this along with how I started out from Sisseton earlier in the day and that my plans were to continue on to FL. I then ate my food, watched the Twins game and mentioned I wasn't looking forward to walking back to the lodge after such a long day. Surprisingly, no one offered me a ride. So, is this how my journey begins? Does this confirm the second of my goals, that people aren't all that nice? Will the rest of my trip be like this? If so, I have concerns because it is a long way to FL.

TODAY

2009-08-22T09:05:00.000+09:00

...is the day I start my Sojourn. I will depart Sisseton, SD at around 2:00 pm and walk until I reach Browns Valley, MN.

I walk into the light.

URBAN TREK: Leg 3

2009-08-19T02:46:00.003+09:00

I never posted the final leg of my journey. It will definitely have to be broken down into several smaller legs. I am considering IN, KY, TN, and GA before I get to FL. The weather should be fine, so we will see where I go.

TODAY'S LOOK

2009-08-19T02:40:00.002+09:00

This is what I look like today. Can only get better!

RETIREMENT LOOK

2009-08-18T05:47:00.004+09:00

After 22 years in the Marines, I need a new look. What do you think?

9 Aug-Today: SOUTH DAKOTA

2009-08-18T04:19:00.003+09:00

I left AZ early on 9 Aug (Sun). This is also the un-official first day of my civilian life. I say unofficial, because my OFFICIAL retirement date is 30 Sep 2009. However, I have been released from the Marines without any possibility of going back. I will always remember 14 Sep 1987 as the day I left for the Marines and 9 Aug 2009 as the day I left the Marines.

As I was about to land in Sioux Falls, SD, I remembered that I departed for the Marines from this same airport; I am returning to the same town in the same state I left behind 22 years ago.

Being "home" is very interesting. Not much has really changed. The radio stations play the same music. The landscape looks the same. All of the people are exactly the same and this puzzles me; the older citizens must have all passed away after all these years, but they seem to all have been replaced by the next generation. They wear the same clothes and appear to do the same things. Interesting.

I have spent my days with more relaxation. I try not to think of problems, issues, or worry about others problems. This has become difficult due to all the "spare" time. I prefer to go fishing, read my books, update my blog, and visit with friends and family.

I first drove down to Sioux City, IA to catch up with my cousins, Lana and Devlin and their families. When I left for the Marines, they didn't have families, now they have a LOT of kids between them.

After IA, I headed for Watertown, SD where my mom and dad, Michelle and Earl, live. We all got together with my remaining brother and sister, Ricky J and Heidi, and had dinner at Dempsey's Pub.

Now, I am in Sisseton, SD visiting with my aunt and uncle, John and Laurie, and also my grandparents, Basil and Phyllis, from Pickstown, SD. All are ready to celebrate my retirement. Hopefully, my Aunts Lyla and Donna will join us since I missed the Ruckdaschel Reunion earlier this summer.

Spending time on Lake Kampeska and testing out my Trek gear has been fun and bolsters my confidence in my upcoming adventure. I even caught a walleye on my first fishing trip. I will try again later this evening on Lake Traverse.

So, now that my Urban Trek is about to begin, stay tuned for updates.

6-9 Aug: ARIZONA

2009-08-18T03:54:00.002+09:00

While in AZ, my brother and his friends worked on his GTO and replaced his cam shaft to increase the horsepower. I didn't work, but drank beer while THEY worked. I am now officially retired and wanted to take advantage of that while in one of the largest retirement communities on earth.

We talked about retirement and my plans for my Trek and came up with four solid reasons for this journey:
1. Discovering what I want to do with my life.
2. Test the validity of humanity...predominantly good or bad people on this planet.
3. Write a book on how to retire and enjoy life.
4. Improve my fitness and overall well-being.

3-6 Aug: CALIFORNIA

2009-08-18T03:43:00.003+09:00

After enjoying HI for a few days it was time to move on to Marine Corps Base Camp Pendleton, CA and start the administrative process. The Marines along with Ms. Perez made it a very easy process. The necessary paperwork was completed in an expedient manner and made for a smooth transition.

I had plenty of time off. I was only required to be in uniform the first day I arrived and checked in. After, I wore civilian attire. I guess it helped with the transition. It was liberating to be able to take my last set of desert utilities with boots and discard them. It felt sacrilegious to throw them away with the trash, so I bagged them up and left them near the trashcan. "Fair winds and following seas..."

With the time off, I took a trip up to 29 Palms, CA to relax some more and also to catch up with my sister, Haili, who lives in Desert Hot Springs. We stayed at the 29 Palms Inn and enjoyed a great dinner and conversation.

Ironically, 29 Palms was my first infantry duty station and it was strange to be back there after so many years. I was stationed with 1st Battalion, 7th Marines for almost 6 years and enjoyed several combat deployments with that unit; Operation Desert Shield/Storm, Saudi Arabia/Kuwait and Operation Restore Hope, Somalia.

After an evening of enjoying the desert, it was time to head back to CamPen for final separation procedures and the finalization of my DD214. This was all completed on 6 Aug (Thu) so I rented a car and drove to AZ to visit my brother, Christian, before my flight out of Phoenix to Sioux Falls, SD on 9 Aug (Sun).

Retirees keep reminding me of several things that accompany separation from the military.
1. It will be a difficult transition
2. You will miss the Marines

I am still waiting for either one of those to occur.

29 Jul-2 Aug: SAYONARA OKINAWA and ALOHA HAWAII!!!

2009-08-18T03:07:00.002+09:00

29 Jul was the day I left Okinawa headed for Hawaii for a few days of rest and relaxation before I moved on to Camp Pendleton, CA to start my separation process.

United Airlines treated me very well by giving me a complimentary upgrade for my retirement flight. This was the first time I flew in the top deck of a 747. I don't recommend it because it is VERY noisy. Other than that, it was a very pleasant flight. I have to admit, I was more than ready to depart Japan.

Upon arriving in HI I was met by Lubka and we then travelled to Kailua where I spent the next few days catching up with friends and enjoying the beach. Lubka had some last minute things to take care of because she was scheduled to fly back to our "house" in Okinawa the same day I was to depart for CA.

I left for Camp Pendleton (via LAX) on 2 Aug (Sun). Lubka's flight was cancelled and she enjoyed HI for a few more days before returning to Okinawa.

See the next post for updates on the CA trip.

MELANCHOLY

2009-07-28T15:42:00.005+09:00

Mel-an-choly [mel-uhn-kol-ee] noun:

1. a gloomy state of mind, esp. when habitual or prolonged; depression.
2. sober thoughtfulness; pensiveness.

That is the word of the day; my last day in Okinawa. I have feelings of moderate depression, definitely pensive, but not apprehensive. I am excited to be starting something new and anxious for it to begin, but it leaves a lot behind. I can't honestly imagine what it must be like on death row awaiting the day that your life will end, let alone that day arriving and having to deal with the emotions that inevitably accompany that. That is kinda what I am feeling...like looking at things for the last time. Combine this with all the reflection I have been doing over the past weeks and you understand the definition as stated in number 2 above.

Anyway, today's picture is of the wine that my lovely wife, Lubica, sent for me to celebrate with during this last day in Japan. I appreciate the sentiment and it is perfect for the emotions I am feeling.

KAMPAI--Cheers--Nosdravia!!!

COUCH SURFING

2009-07-27T10:48:00.005+09:00

My post to http://www.couchsurfing.org/:

I recently found this site thru friends who have traveled and mentioned I should join up. That was the best advice any of my friends have ever given me. I have simply sat back and read the posts and continue to be further inspired and committed to my own upcoming personal "sojourn."

I think everyone is on their own personal quest, journey, or adventure and I am also aware that EVERYONE has an agenda. An agenda isn't a bad thing, you just must ensure that it is YOUR agenda.

I have been reading the threads and have now felt compelled to write a quick post. I am in my early 40s, retiring from military service, and instead of doing the obvious, which most friends and family are encouraging me to do, I am turning away from govt work and hope to never return again. I do have the fortune of having healthcare and a pension provided, but I have also accumulated debt and several mortgages (but no car), and must use a large portion of my pension (if not all) to continue to pay them. So, I will technically be traveling with little or no money...and that's the way I want it.

My journey will begin in two days. I will leave Okinawa, Japan (where I have lived for the past 3 years) and visit my adopted state of HI for a few days. I will then travel on to CA where I must go to separate from the military. After that, it is back to my homestate of SD for a BRIEF visit and then I am backpacking across the US from SD thru MN (1st leg) then into IL (2d leg) continuing south to TN (3d leg) and finish by meeting my best friend who lives in FL (4th leg).

After that? Who knows. I will set my sails with the wind and see where this "ship" takes me.

To all who have ideas of giving it all up and moving on with life, I commend you. For those that take action upon it, I admire you. Come join me anywhere along my journey if at all possible. I would be more than happy to join you for a coffee or a beer.

"Fair winds and following seas..."

DB Robertson

robertsondb@gmail.com

http://www.robertsondb.blogspot.com/

FINAL CHECKOUT

2009-07-23T16:39:00.004+09:00

Here it is! The LAST EVER USMC checkout sheet! This is from the last unit I will ever serve with after 22 years, 3d Marine Division, Headquarters Battalion, G-3 Training Section.

This volume (Volume II) is coming to an end and I am anxiously awaiting the start of Volume III. It will start on Wed (29 Jul) when I depart for Hawaii and continue on to Camp Pendleton, CA to separate and then the "learning" and experiences will truly begin with my Sojourn through the United States of America.

ORDERS

2009-07-22T18:06:00.003+09:00

Apologies to all. I have been extremely busy over the past month or so working on one thing and one thing only...ORDERS! And they have arrived as of 0900 this morning, 22 July 2009. Exactly 4 months after I made the conscious decision to retire! I will OFFICIALLY be retired on 30 Sep 2009 (22 years and 16 days from the day I stood on the "yellow footprints" aboard MCRD, San Diego, CA on 14 Sep 1987).

So, I am back on my blog.

First things first. I have adjusted my travel plans on numerous occasions for as many numerous reasons...so let it be known for here and forever more that I am no longer traveling to Europe (I am broken hearted about it, but I think I would prefer to share that with the love of my life rather than random strangers.):

- I am leaving Okinawa for Hawaii on 29 July for a period of 5 days which I will gloriously spend with my lovely wife, Lubica.

- I depart Hawaii on 2 Aug for Camp Pendleton, CA for my separation period.

- Possibly/presumably by 7 Aug I will travel around CA then on to Phoenix and finally to SD for a period of time to catch up with friends and family (all not to exceed 10 days).

- Next begins the original plan for the URBAN TREK! It is back and will be in full swing. Save this blog to your favorites if you haven't already done so!!!

I gave it a lot of thought and to be honest, the weather conditions in Europe were the deciding factor (along with I really liked my original plan).

SO STAY TUNED!!!

CROM!

2009-06-01T19:12:00.003+09:00

I apologize to all. I have been extremely busy these past several weeks planning for a visit from our Afghani military counterparts. Several Generals and their staff are coming to Okinawa, don't ask me why, so I will be off the grid for awhile. In the meantime, I leave you with this...

Crom, I have never prayed to you before. I have no tongue for it. No one, not even you, will remember if we were good men or bad. Why we fought, or why we died. All that matters is that two stood against many. That's what's important! Valor pleases you, Crom... so grant me one request. Grant me revenge! And if you do not listen, then to HELL with you! I have never prayed to you before. I have no tongue for it. No one, not even you, will remember if we were good men or bad. Why we fought, or why we died. All that matters is that two stood against many. That's what's important! Valor pleases you, Crom... so grant me one request. Grant me revenge! And if you do not listen, then to HELL with you!

Fanboys

2009-05-28T19:13:00.001+09:00

In an email from several nights ago, "Watching Fanboys right now! I have been waiting over two years to see it...will give a review on my blog. That is certain!"

I can't give much of a review. I was so let down by this movie. Only a couple of items to note...

1. The cast diverts from their trip to steal a copy of Episode One to go thru Riverside, IA to bust some Trekkie balls.
2. The best catchphrase of the movie is used when they do attempt to kick Trekkies balls due to their calling Han Solo a homo. It is..."Get the hell out of here you Kirk-lovin' Spock suckers!" Beautiful dialogue.
3. Skywalker ranch is guarded by the dudes from THX-1138.
4. I was able to gorge myself on hotdogs and ramen. Not just any ol' hotdogs and ramen. This was hotdogs with Heinz 57 and ramen made with paprika, basil, and dehydrated onion!
5. That is all.

You will all have to watch it for yourselves, but I felt really let down. Kinda like watching a Brett Ratner film.

May the Force be with you.

Trek Premiere

2009-05-25T20:02:00.003+09:00

Well, Buddy and I did it. We travelled 15 kilometers with a 40 lb pack and had enough energy to stop into Coconut Moon (our local beach bar) for a couple of beers! None the worse for wear, but Bud is completely exhausted.

Highlights:
Impromptu wedding
Oki Hollywood
Crazy dudes with windmills on their backs
Surf town
Tacos
Beer and beef sticks
Oki/US culture

The true highlight would really have to be that when I went in to Family Mart to get Buddy a beef stick and me an Orion. I took a moment to use the restroom and I left my camera next to the sink. When I had gotten outside I realized I had forgotten it and was on my way back inside to retrieve it when a nice young Okinawan lad found me and returned it with what appeared to be an apology. I can only interpret that due to the look of concern on his face. Could that happen in the US?

Please take the time to enjoy our photos here on Facebook.

http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=84825&id=672758511&saved#/photo.php?pid=1966062&id=672758511&ref=nf

SLAP CHOP!

2009-05-23T08:13:00.003+09:00

I had no intention of needing or getting one of these, but now after seeing this...
I think it will fit in my backpack!

Beard Song

2009-05-22T22:17:00.013+09:00

Another song from Rocky and Balls I need to learn; a song about beards written by Hannah Rockcliffe (Rocky) and Sophie Madeleine (Balls).

I feel it is in keeping with my adventure; the long beard that is grown while you search for meaning while you wander. Forrest Gump, Jesus, and Frodo come to mind.

"All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost"--J.R.R. Tolkien

Urban Trek Premiere

2009-05-22T20:11:00.004+09:00

Impressive. Very impressive. Your skills are complete young Robertson...

I must say, this is inspirational and motivational. Good thing I finally got my tent today and can officially "hit the road" on Okinawa for this long holiday weekend. I will head north and see how it all goes. It will be interesting and exciting, especially since Buddy is going with me. I will also have pictures of this experimental and premiere Trek once I return. I am not going to take the computer with me this first time out.

Dev, thanks so much for the inspiration and your personal comments you sent today. It means a lot to me. I need friends and family for encouragement right now. Also, thanks to Lubi, Ken, and Wayne for their concern and offers of support. I appreciate ALL who are in my life and provide guidance, support, and love.

It isn't as easy as I thought it could be and actually, I have some reflecting to do this weekend and must follow that up with a life decision shortly after which may affect my journey. I will end the suspense by clarifying that this change would adjust the Trek to only 6 months instead of 12. What is the positive side of this? This would cause me to backpack Europe instead; easy trade off, I think, and it would be bring me back to HI to go to work in a great job with a great friend of mine. Now if only I can convince Lubi to come back to HI around the same timeframe... The glass is always half full.

Live long and prosper.
May the Force be with you.
Semper Fi, Mac!
CROM!!!

Rocky and Balls

2009-05-21T21:05:00.004+09:00

CAUTION: Saccharin Warning!

This is my latest greatest inspiration for ukulele. I MUST learn to play this well. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4vVdWHADKto
Make sure you brush your teeth after you watch...it will cause tooth decay!

Ukulele

2009-05-21T20:04:00.006+09:00

I received this surprise in the mail along with a few other items from HI (I miss HI) from Lubi. '60's Uke-In, surprisingly, is full of songs I have wanted to learn to play on the ukulele. Every evening, I take my music, my dog, and my uke to the beach to practice. The gift will help...I need it.

I already have one experimental song (Somewhere Over the Rainbow) on my YouTube page http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hQn1xAdV04M
I will update with a newer/cleaner version that I have been practicing. This is based on Lubi's "encouragement" for me to sing in a lower octave. The Japanese love my soprano tones, but Lubi doesn't like it. She prefers the contrast between my deep voice and the high tones of the soprano uke. I have to say it is difficult due to the truly high tones of the ukulele.

Dev, Ricky J, and Christian have also been providing inspiration in their collective attempts to put together some kind of ensemble. How we are going to do this is still a mystery, but it is fun sharing everyone's music. I am working on some other material that I will post online in the very near future. (Adrienne, be patient, I know I owe you a version of Margaritaville, but I can't promise it will be in my underwear.) Stay tuned to YouTube http://www.youtube.com/user/robertsondb for updates!

On a lighter note...

2009-05-19T20:30:00.007+09:00

I think a royalty fee or legal action is necessary...

The Wrestler and Retirement

2009-05-19T20:00:00.009+09:00

Here's to Randy the "RAM" Robinson (and to Mickey Rourke), for making his own choices and creating his own personal journey!

Adrienne's review: "I loved it. His journey was his own. You feel for the father/daughter dynamic but I choose to love my father for who he is and not what everyone else expects him to be or wants him to be. Kind of felt the same way here. He messed up with her but why have expectations from someone who has never fulfilled them in the past. I guess that's hope, huh? Anyway, two thumbs up here."

Her comment, "his journey was (is) his own." is exactly how I feel about my retirement and my plans after. I know I am not perfect, have made mistakes, and probably have (or will) hurt someone along the way. Additionally, I know I haven't always made the best decisions in my life, but those were choices I made. The purpose for this journey is to find out what I am capable of.

I think this is the perfect time to describe my thoughts on right and wrong. I don't know if these two words should exist. Why not just good or bad? Instead of a right or wrong decision, why can't it simply be a good or bad decision? If you say "right or wrong" you are automatically creating a judgment. If you state "good or bad" then you imply a personal choice not relating to anyone else and only based on your personal experiences and/or thoughts. Additionally, once you make a choice/decision and you take action, it can't be taken back...no such thing as "do-overs" in real life. So, does that automatically make it a "right/wrong" as opposed to a "good/bad" decision or does all of this simply depend on the outcome or perspective? Hmmmmmmmmmm. I live my life with no regrets. This is only possible based upon my personal philosophy of choosing "good/bad" over "right/wrong".

On to the review...the Wrestler did make bad decisions, but that didn't make him right or wrong, good or bad or even evil. He just lived his life. However, he neglected many "good/bad" things in his life and chose what he perceived to be "right." Is that how a man should be judged? Shouldn't a man be allowed to live his life without judgment?

"Do not judge a man until you have walked a day in his shoes."--anonymous

Sure, he had his faults and issues, but that is his personal burden to bear. Again, we delve into judgment. Should anyone really concern themselves with choices someone else has made or may make in regard to how it effects them and only them?

"What other people think of you is none of your business...mind your own business."--anonymous

Of course, he had problems which occurred because of his choices, but whose burden is that to bear? Is it his family, friends, and acquaintances obligation to bear any of this responsibility or to concern themselves with what he has done, is doing, or is going to do? Don't we all have enough issues, problems, concerns, and worries of our own without having to take on any additional responsibilities?
"If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back."--anonymous

The following are comments on his decision to sacrifice all (his life) for what he knows he is good at. The dilemma is that this is all he honestly knows; he doesn't know or choose to explore that which he may be capable of. He never truly expanded beyond, took any risks, or attempted to discover something else inside him. This truly is a tragic tale of lost opportunity. Instead of realizing the obstacles in his life and taking chances, risks, and looking for other opportunities or making choices to effect his situation, he chose the path of least resistance by continuing to pursue that with which he is familiar and knows he is capable of accomplishing. Ironically, all of this is encouraged by the "crowd." This is all an example of what true potential might have prevented by his realization of the other options he had in front of him. His ulitmate failure to realize any opportunity saddens me. (disclaimer: in keeping with my previous statements, this is not a judgment of the Wrestler; man or character, but simply my own personal observation in relation to myself.)

* Note: In attempting to find the graphic on this post, it took 15 minutes to find the correct representation I feel conveys the true emotion of this film and my post. The graphics used in the mass media for "The Wrestler" is of The Ram hanging his head, exhausted on the ropes...I don't see it that way. I see it as my blog portrays, as a man undaunted and unafraid taking on any opponent by leaping from the top rope (the DVD graphic was the only representation I could find). Of course, this is just my observation, but I do find it very interesting.

Lastly, I have thoughts on expectation. "If you have expectations, expect to be disappointed."--DB Robertson

Grandpa's Dream

2009-05-18T22:01:00.011+09:00

There has been a lot of discussion lately about a business that our Grandfather, Basil, has been proposing and wanting to do for years. Now, he has finally committed to making it happen.

It is about garnering acres of land in SD and raising pheasants there and allowing hunters, for a fee, to freely hunt on this wonderful estate. We all believe in Grandpa Basil's dream and want it to succeed and will support where we can. Personally, I will have a very short period of time while I am at home after retirement to assist and have "enlisted" family and close friends to help out. They have all produced amazing results. Many thanks to (in no particular order) Adrienne, Lubi, Ken, Dev (all graphics credit), Ricky J, and Christian. Grandpa, we all need you to provide some guidance at this point.

From Christian, " If you use Pheasant Haven, you pick up all the mis-typed searches. :) Maybe avoid the cutsie names. It should be something that appeals to hunters, and inspires visions of bagging plenty of birds. Also, maybe it should feature Grandpa's name: Basil P. Robertson's Blah Blah Blah. When you attach a name, it seems to add authority and "experience."

...and Adrienne," I agree with Ruck... I like Basil P. Robertson's Pheasant Haven (or Heaven). Market it as if he's been doing this pheasant crap for YEARS and is an expert passing on his know-how's to out-of-state hunter's with big pockets :)

...and Dev, "I’m inspired by the heritage of the Robertson family and leaning toward a Native American theme… Plus think about the image/logo possibilities!!"

...and Ken, " For many reasons (a white boy who has only driven through SD once and has never seen a pheasant in the wild) I’ve not been adding my 2 cents, but I think Dev and Adrienne are on the right path. Combining the Robertson’s Native American roots with the type of hunters you wish to attract should be the way to go."

...and my 2 cents, “So you want shoot pheasant?” Is this in keeping with the native accent, eh? Huh, ennit. Can we incorporate that?!!?!??! “Shoot pheasant, ennit?...aaayyyy!”

Here is a list of proposed names for "Pheasant Heaven" (working title):
Blotan Hunka - (War Leaders/Chiefs) www.blotanhunka.com
Skope Mahpiya – (Crooked Sky) Pheasants www.skopemahpiya.com
Siyosa - (Pheasant) www.siyosa.com
Heyata – (Out in the Country) www.heyata.com
Kokoyahala – (Rooster) www.kokoyahala.com
Gun Arrow www.gunarrow.com
Pheasant Quest www.pheasantquest.com
Sundog Hunts www.sundoghunts.com
Broken Wing www.brokenwing.com
Bird Journey www.birdjourney.com

Pheasant Shoot

Pheasant Fisher

Pheasant DreamHunter's Dream

Basil's Pheasant Farms

Robertson's Hunter's Haven

South Dakota Skyland Farms

Skyland Pheasants

Robertson's Pheasant Thunder Farms

Skyland Thunder Pheasant Farms

We are all committed to providing assistance where required, but it is obviously up to Grandpa Basil to realize his dream and put all the pieces together to ultimately make it happen. Again, "Ask. Believe. Receive."

Coincidence?

2009-05-17T19:22:00.005+09:00

Alright, I don't believe in coincidence. However, Albert Einstein said, "Coincidence is God's way of remaining anonymous." --Albert Einstein (The World As I See It)

I don't believe in God, but let me tell you this story...

I have a new Marine, that will be referred to as the Idiot from this point on. He is the most inept Jarhead I have ever experienced in my career (hence, retirement).

Moving on...this young lad had mistakenly received an email from a Gunny somewhere in 29 Palms, CA. It was regarding a band trip they were coordinating. My young idiot received this email and decided to reply to it but not attempting to be tactful and explain that he probably received it erroneously, he decided he would flex his "power" (?) and explain to this senior Marine that he works for a General in 3rd Marine Division and, " why in the hell would he care about his band's plans" (add whatever expletives you desire). This is the most amazingly idiotic and disrespectful thing I have seen in my career; let alone the first utilizing email.

The Gunny, being the professional, decides to contact me to find out what is going on. I reply to him and his officer in charge that they can be assured, it will be handled. The idiot is now going forward with non-judicial punishment or "NJP" (the military utilizes this to enact swift and just punishment and to avoid long legal delays.)

Now, on to the story. It starts the day I drove Lubi to the Naha Airport...

For some reason, I started talking about an old girlfriend that I had dated on Okinawa in 1999 (Diana); she worked with the Marine band on island. I happened to log onto Facebook and she started chatting with me. We start catching up on the past and how we are all doing in our lives. I then tell her about my retirement and backpacking trip. She explains that she lives near Chicago in MI. I ask if there is anything to do there (duh) . Of course, she says there is plenty and that actually this upcoming weekend, she is going to see a Marine band that is performing. WHAT? I had to ask, "The 29 Palms band?" She says, "yes." Holy shite! So I then ask about the Marines that I had spoken with via email in regard to the case previously mentioned. She knows all of them and she plans to see them this weekend! What are the odds? ASTRONOMICAL!

Now, add to this that Lubi and I also talked about a young Marine Sergeant that I worked with way back in 2001 that helped her repair her old junker car (it needed a C boot and U joint.) This young lad, Sgt Henry, helped out and fixed all for some beer and pizza, if I recall correctly. Anyway, on our drive to the airport, I mentioned his name and I hadn't thought of him in years. The same day I spoke with Diana about the band, I received a phone call from a Gunnery Sergeant Henry. While I was driving Lubi to the airport, he called asking about me!

I don't know what any of this means. Probably nothing, but "coincidence is god's way of remaining anonymous."

Second Thoughts?

2009-05-15T16:32:00.005+09:00

Lubka reported back to me today from HI that a very good friend of ours is concerned with my decision to take this journey. I feel it is probably for several reasons.

1. My safety.
2. I should be responsible and go to work while I am still young.
3. There are great job opportunities out there for me RIGHT NOW!
4. He would really like to work with me in HI.

I can't argue any of these points. I just feel I have to do this before I make any decision. It isn't rational or inspiring or thought provoking for anyone other than me. And at this point, that's all that counts (other than my loved ones supporting me in this crazy decision.)

To add to the confusion and second guessing, I had an old Marine officer (I used to work for and now retired) stop by the office today from HI. He offered me a job with another contracting company. This makes the fifth job offer I have had without even looking for work (seriously), so I think it is safe to say, I will find work after my Trek.

I appreciate everyone's concern, but this is something I need to do. I have had hours of processing and thinking about this decision and I can't say that I am certain, but I can say it is what I WANT TO DO. For the past 22 years, I have done what I HAD to do. Now it is time for me to take the time to decide, "WHAT DO I WANT TO BE WHEN I GROW UP."

Lubi Leaves

2009-05-13T12:16:00.002+09:00

"Just got home and am about to go to the beach with Buddy. We all miss you already. It’s been a sad day. I just realized when I got home that Spider-man and Wonder Woman won’t be drinking out of their coffee cups soon.

Good to hear you are doing ok. (Lubi left sick) The lounge isn’t too bad. (Narita, Japan)

We will be back a little later. Need to play some “I miss Lubi” music at the beach. (on my Uke)

I LOVE YOU!!!
Darin"

Lubka left today for HI, but she will return to Okinawa soon. She will return for the job that she loves so much that deals with energy conservation and also challenges her talents and abilities as an engineer. Her return signifies the true beginning of this Trek. It is going to happen in a very short period of time and I hope all are prepared. Ha.

Adrienne's Offer

2009-05-12T06:37:00.003+09:00

“Plenty of room at my place in Minneapolis. HOWEVER, if you have the time and want to get in touch with your native roots, I'd suggest purchasing a Harley-Davidson by next June and joining the Hoka Hey Challenge Ride from Key West, Florida to the Kenai Peninsula in Alaska. www.hokaheychallenge.com”

My initial email reply was, “Will be looking to stay somewhere or maybe even get a ride into city limits. Don’t know MPLS that well. Do I need a gun? That’s one of the first questions I get asked about my trip, ‘are you going to have a gun?’ No. I won’t need one. It’s not that kinda trek. It’s neither a real wilderness adventure with lions, and tigers, and bears, (oh my) nor is it a true urban adventure involving living with the homeless and destitute. Hell, I don’t even have a cardboard sign!"

Now after more thought about the Hoka Hey, perhaps I could make that ride in Jun 2010 with my best friend Kenneth, if he’s up for it...

Urban Trek: Leg 2

2009-05-11T14:57:00.004+09:00

So the next portion of the Trek is from Minneapolis to Chicago. This is where the trip could become problematic due to the weather and timeline. I am trying hard not to have an agenda or burdensome requirements, but getting caught in between MN and IL somewhere during Oct-Dec could be disastrous. I like my fingers and toes how they are and also attached, not frozen and falling off.

If I I start my Trek in mid-August that would place me in Minneapolis by the end of the month. I then would have the entire month of Sep to reach Chicago. This is a very short timeline, but hopefully, it will be a beautiful Indian Summer and afford me a small buffer.

Now I have to plan the third leg of the Trek. That will be in an upcoming post.

Walk, Forrest, Walk

2009-05-08T06:03:00.006+09:00

My brother, Christian, had a comment for me today, “Are you gonna grow a big gnarly beard? In the near future, I've got something to show you that you may/may not be interested in - as long as you're on a type of introspective journey. For some reason, this is what I picture when I think about your trek.” (see picture)

For some reason, almost every time I comment on this trek with someone, inevitably Forrest Gump comes to mind. I don’t plan to run coast to coast over and over and over again. It is a reflective trip, but I don’t think it will be too “Forrest” like. His brain and pause for reflection is much different than mine. I DEFINITELY don’t plan to walk INDEFINITELY.

Working Title

2009-05-07T06:24:00.004+09:00

My cousin, Devlin, read my blog and replied in an email, “I have become your first follower… Hurray for me!! Everyone else can just get in line… ha!” I guess now, I have an official blog.

Additionally, he commented on the working title for my blog, Trek and subsequent book by providing a link to Amazon.com. I have provided a picture in this posting identifying what book already has this title. Very funny.

So now, because of a dancing hamster (the Pussycat Dolls also have an album) I must create an additional piece somewhere in the title of my book.

Are there any suggestions from my followers? Oh, Dev is the only one. Hopefully, that will change.

Urban Trek

2009-05-06T21:35:00.006+09:00

I guess it would be fair to say that this journey is more of an urban trek than a backpacking adventure. The intent is to go from town to town until I reach FL. This trek should take me 6 months.

The first leg of the Trek will start in Sisseton, SD and then head east into MN, arriving in Minneapolis within the first week (appx. 200 miles). This is all based on a very loose plan, loose in the terms of I am racing the weather south. Other than that, I am at the whim of the moment. I have no plan, no agenda. I am tired of following schedules. We will see what results.

Additionally, I plan to sojourn on with the intent of using little or no money. I have what I need on my back, short of food, which I intend to source without having to pay; ideally, it would mean working for my supper. Meals are important, but the journey and discovery are more important.

What are people really like? Are they inherently good or evil? This is a lifelong question spanning human history. By no means have I intended to embark upon a Homeric Odyssey, but I do have my own questions that I must have answered.

Thoughts

2009-05-06T06:37:00.003+09:00

I woke up last nite with a thought on my mind that I couldn't put out of my head.

"The older I become the more I realize I don't know as much as I thought I did."

This thought has been prevalent recently due to my reflection on my retirement. I know a lot about being a US Marine, but feel I am lacking in other areas/aspects of my life. Time to learn some new things.

Ultimate Assistant

2009-05-05T20:19:00.003+09:00

This is my assistant in the planned attempt to write my first book. The book will be comprised of excerpts from this blog written during my backpacking trip. I am sure the title of this new book will be the same as this blogsite, "When I Grow Up."

I expect this new little Acer "netbook" to be of ultimate assistance while I travel from town to town. I will hopefully get on the internet with it when I stop to rest and upload to this blog to keep all informed of my journey. I will always ensure to include photos.

It actually is a powerful little machine with 160 gigabytes of memory, 2 gigabytes of RAM, and an Intel Atom processor. It is capable of handling all my internet and word processing requirements while also maintaining my iTunes files for entertainment purposes. This machine provides all of this on a 10 inch screen with a weight of only 3 pounds. This will be much easier than trying to lug around a desktop or a notebook.

The Beginning

2009-05-05T12:15:00.015+09:00

It has been a month already since Lubi and I made the decision for me to retire from the United States Marine Corps (official date of 30 Sep 2009--exactly 22 years and 16 days from 14 Sep 1987 when I stood on the "yellow footprints" of MCRD, San Diego, CA.) We went over all the options to ensure we would be able to enjoy life and it was a simple decision considering how miserable I have been over the past several years.

It hasn't been due to being in Okinawa, Japan for the past several years, constantly away from friends and family. To the contrary, we enjoy Okinawa living well enough. It has to do strictly with the work I have been doing. For years, my fellow Marines that had made the decision to retire would constantly state, "when it's no longer fun anymore..." They were SO correct. I know that it is time.

The title of this blogsite is, "When I Grow Up." What do I want to be when I grow up? That is the question at hand and in order to answer it, I must ask myself several other questions.

1. Who am I?

2. Why am I?

After many discussions with Lubi, we decided the best way to do that was not to take another government job and go right to work, but rather take some time off to think. I am hoping in my "walkabout" to answer the not so obvious two "simple" questions so that I can move on to something interesting, entertaining, and enjoyable in my next career. I look at the Marines as not simply a closed chapter, but a closed book with the intent of starting a new one with all new chapters. Some of the characters will remain the same, but that will be where the similarities end; this is not a sequel.

Stay tuned for further postings. I hope to make an entry a day to keep myself focused and inform anyone who may be interested in "growing up" some insight and assistance in their endeavors. I will close this post with a mantra for this adventure--"Ask. Believe. Receive."