Lubec, Coaldale

It has been five days since I finished walking, and now I am home in Colorado. Saturday night I camped in Lubec, looking out at a river and an island in the distance. Sunday I crossed a bridge, stood in the middle with one foot on either side of a thin line and put my hands on a metal plaque. On the other side of the river I walked to the border station, said a few words with the agent behind the window and simply turned around. By the river I stopped to light my cigar in quiet celebration and no more than two minutes later a man came down from the station and asked me to leave, said that I was in Canada illegally. So I crossed the bridge again, checked in with the U.S. border station and walked half a mile or so to a restaurant where I got some breakfast. By noon I had my thumb in the air.
I hitched rides back down to Portland, got there at six or so the next evening, and then bought a bus ticket. Yesterday I got to Denver, hugged my dad in the station and we drove home.

This is not where anything ends, I guess. Not where it ends but begins once again. I take up the reigns of a different horse, point it in a different direction, but the road goes on and on, unending. There is never a destination, there is only living with purpose.

I know that I'm only remembering to thank a few:

Abe - Miami
Doug - Pompano Beach
Oliver and Leanne - Flagler Beach
Paul - Daytona
Ryan - Bluffton
Anthony and Jerome - Yemassee
Allan and Silvana Clark
Jeremy and the mens fellowship of the Holly Pentacostal Church
The library staff in Raeford
Chris -Wise
The DeLauder Household + Andrew - Baltimore
T.J. Everett - Avondale
Jenny - Oxford
The Hilton Garden Inn and Applebees - Kennett Square
Jessica, Mother, and co - Darling/Media
Don and Carol, Kathy and Fran
The Wheelers - Berwick
James, Cindy, Kalie - Thomaston
Steve and Judith - Bah Habaah
Jimmy - Steuben
Everybody at Soles4Souls that organized and supported the trip. Such a wonderful cause to get to be a part of.
My parents, the beginning and end