North America

Another day in the park
I think it was the Fourth of July
Another day in the park
I think it was the Fourth of July
People talking, really smiling
A man playing guitar (play a song, play a song, play on)
Singing for us all (singing for us)
Will you help him change the world
Can you dig it (yes, I can)
And I've been waiting such a long time
For today. 

"Chicago - Saturday in the Park" 

Chicago

Hey Squishy!

Glad you liked the letters, I really hope one day you get to come visit these places.

After hunting goblins and finding fairyland this next letter might seem a little less interesting.

5th June 2018

The red and cream mountains of the dessert lit briefly in the dawn light then were gone as we headed west and north on the next leg of our journey. I am tired. I know this, I feel it in my clothes. I know that sounds weird but with a small suitcase with almost everything dedicated to camping equipment, you get tired of your clothes. You also get sick of looking like a tourist but I have slowly come to accept that is exactly what we do look like.

Dear E.

You would not believe it! So you know we went to fairyland and I though that the world would not get any stranger. Well it did. Uncle iKaruS and I went hunting goblins along with Sir BillyBob, Holy and Toffee.  

Today we were both tired. Maybe it’s a hang over from two day ago- was it only two days ago in Zion. A short 8mile hike 3.5 of it uphill. Or More. The first part zigzagged up the side of the screen slope. I wonder if they make it hard at first to deter the unfit. Around one mile up we rounded the corner and walked through a covered canyon. Beautiful peaceful shapes and colours. Cooler than the steady uphill climb of moments before.

Dear E.

I need to write to tell you about some magical adventures uncle iKaruS and I have had recently.  The first starts before dawn one morning, we woke and crept out of the tent and into the car, we were headed to Fairyland which as I shall explain is misnamed. It’s not fairyland at all but really the homeland of Flighty and Stompy. I’m not too sure about OggaBuggah  I think he comes from more tropical climes where palm tree sway.

San Antonio

Dad this post is for you because you asked about knees.  No not our knees but the knees on the cedars lining the river in San Antonio.   It was meant to be wet when we arrived in San Antonio and I was almost looking forwards to the wet after New Orleans.  But it was not to be. We arrived late in the evening after a full day on the train. Actually we arrived early by a good hour so it was only 11 PM and not midnight when we arrived.   

It’s difficult to know where to start to write about the experiences beyond a simple listing of things.  Words become inadequate to describe the sights sounds and smells of New Orleans and as the days pass between the events of yesterday and the writing the vivid images and words fade. So I guess if I start with the most recent and work backwards through experiences.  I’ve spoken in a previous post about getting fit for the trip and about the fears that we wouldn’t be able to actually do this trip.  

Bayou’s Gaters and the Sun

The power of one more step.

In the latter half of last year I was in a lot of pain.  My fitness which had gradually been improving dived and I struggled to make 2 kilometres where I’d been wogging (Walk / Jog ) five weeks before.  I knew I’d done something but not what. A trip to the doctor resulted in more pain but a off hand comment to a work colleague put me onto a great Physiotherapist.

Time is  flying by and I really need to be more disciplined in writing as things are just happening too quickly.

Today is Day 8 since we left Australia and we are in our third environment. The weather has continued to be fantastic with cool breezes and warm sunshine a perfect combination.