Miller’s Crossing, 14.5 Miles
Millers Crossing David Miller->
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! I feel like I have accomplished a lot these
last few months and then to do it at the age of 60 makes me feel good.
I have carrying a cranberry muffin mix with me since Iowa so I could
eat it on my birthday, well today was that day. Shirley whipped up the
Dutch oven and baked me a little cranberry loaf. It got a little dark
on the bottom but I still enjoyed each bite. She also made one of my
soups, the one that is a potato, a can of corn that I have been saving
since Iowa, a little onion and water and presto… you have a great
pioneer soup. So I ate very well today.
By the way, I believe that the added peanut butter protein is
correcting my liver and bile problems, thank you dear Lord. I sure
don’t want to be hospitalized at this point of the trek.
I walked with a friend of mine all day today. David Miller drove out
from Salt Lake to be part of the trek and he was great company. He
pulled about seventy five percent of the time and I allowed him to have
all of the experience that he wanted. It was a great birthday present.
As a side note, his cousin rode the trail from Nauvoo to SLC on a
motorcycle a few years back and she published a book about the journey.
I am only one days walk, about twenty miles, from Fort Bridger
tomorrow and that is my last trade/barter or work place for me. It is
also my last mental line in the sand that I have that tells me how close
to home that I am. The closer that I get to the valley, the more
emotional I become, because of all that I have gone through, I can’t
wait to join family and friends for a wonderful reunion on the 26th!
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— I’m sorry that I missed your entry into the valley. I agreed instead
to watch my oldest daughter’s three children at that hour so she and
her husband could go attend the temple in celebration of her birthday.
Thanks again for letting me pull with you. And thanks for sending me
the link (“tao of cycling”) this morning. I just posted the following
We celebrated our eldest’s birthday last night. Twenty-nine years
ago she was born, struggling from the womb. This morning, I experienced
my own struggle to rebirth of sorts. The mattress seemed bent on
ejecting me, and dreams too conspired to expel me out. And so I arose …
to read this! And then to run again. But for a different purpose.
Always before it has been mixed with competition, like the
stereo-typical “male ego” Susan describes. This morning, my return to
running was – to be me – and to be God’s expression – without concern
about how others perceive me. Without care of winning and beating
another. Just to run. Just to be. And so I determined to finally sign
up for my first marathon. I haven’t run now for months – but I will
begin anew – a reborn different kind of runner. I may not even run the
Ogden Marathon I am going to sign up for, but at least I will sign up
and train for it. To be ready if God wills. Thanks Susan – your
little blog was a small part of that. And thanks, Lynn, for letting me
spend a day pulling with you in Wyoming. Lots I could share with each
of you two stranger friends. Best to you both. David
Comment by David — September 28, 2009 @ 12:09 pm
Wow that is a great story an trip thank you for sharing it with us Lynn and Happy Birthday.
I had an older sister Shona she also died of Lou Gehrigs disease.
That was sad to see her go through. So I know how you must of felt. I
am so grateful for you to put your story out for us to read. Thank you
Comment by Arlene Reeder — July 24, 2012 @ 6:42 pm