Hitherin Yawn

Some days are just a jumble of images and memories. Some of them I manage to capture on video and some I don’t. Today’s unphotographed memories include handing out Legend of Pedestrio business cards: to a nurse I met on my way into Zumbrota; to a whole tableful of regulars at Bridget’s Cafe; and to…

Bear Valley isn’t on the map, except as a cemetery. But I saw several Bear Valley signs in the neighborhood, so let’s just say that’s where we stopped for the night. It was a hot, muggy day. We spent most of it on infrequently traveled county roads. After breakfast in Wabasha, we knew we had…

Today we crossed the Mississippi River. That’s a huge milestone, at least psychologically. Truth is, we’re not even at the halfway point yet – but the Big River has always been an important marker for folks heading West (or East), and so it is with us. Though the changes will be gradual, I expect everything…

Remember our first night camping out in the woods of Wisconsin? Remember how the mosquitoes almost drained us dry? Well, the mozzies are gone now, but the horseflies are still buzzing around, and the gnats have joined them. We walked a good part of the day without any breeze — enveloped by a cloud of…

Back on the trail again, as we follow the Buffalo River State Park Trail from Osseo to just outside Mondovi. Unlike the other trails we’ve been on, this one is open to All-Terrain Vehicles. ATV tires tend to turn hard-packed dirt into loose sand, which isn’t fun to walk on. That said, I’ve never seen…

I’ve been having this conversation lately about the things you see when you’re walking as opposed to driving. It’s not that you see more — you just see different things,  is all. The driver covers more ground and can hit all the highlights, but the foot traveler is more likely to catch the little in-between…

Not much to say when it rains – except to reiterate that we’ve been uncommonly lucky with regard to the weather. We’ll take whatever comes, of course. But we’ve been favored, so far. And I don’t mean to tempt fate, but I will say this: the mix of sunshine and rain clouds makes some very…

Yesterday we talked about pushing a little harder in order to finish our journey sooner. Today we catch a glimpse of what that might look like, as we are in the middle of a three-day, 70-mile march – and stores and restaurants are far between, so it’s nine miles to go for breakfast at the…

Okay, folks: it’s time I told you about The Wall …

We begin this vlog with a couple of early morning scenes from the Tomorrow River Rail Trail. But by six a.m., we’d left the trail in search of breakfast. Which we found at Fleming’s Cafe in Amherst — established in 1954 and currently run by the granddaughter of the original owners (along with others). The…