Over the Great Continental Divide!

Trip Start Sep 20, 2007
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Trip End May 16, 2008


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Saturday, March 1, 2008

Was it time to move on? I left Montosa RV Park on the Plains of Saint-Augustine with regret.
 
Yesterday as I was procrastinating in writing about my revelation from 3 days ago, I sat outside in the sun and read a couple of sheets of paper I had picked up at the Rock Shop about Smithsonite. I also read a Real Estate magazine I had picked up in Magdalena, checking out property values in town.
 
I got up this morning and started packing my things to hit the road. I had this feeling that I couldn't leave this place without returning to the Rock Shop and a sample of Smithsonite. So once the trailer was ready to be hooked up to the truck I headed into town. At the Rock Shop I am greeted by Stella's 23 year old daughter. She is very beautiful. Has the face of an angel. I had briefly seen her the other day I was here as she had been doing stuff outside. I indicate that I had been in a couple days previously and talked to her mother and that I couldn't leave town without a sample of this rare mineral. I'm shown to the back room where the display cases are. Then Stella shows up and we start chatting.
 
There are hundreds of samples, each in its own "jewellery" box. I want an original specimen and also a polished one. I know that there will be one that will jump out at me. I go back and forth and cannot decide. I finally decide on an original specimen. Then Stella gets the box out of polished gems. All the best ones have been picked out she says. It's time to polish up some new gems. Over the winter it is too cold to do that outside. I tell Stella how difficult it is to pick. She suggests that I put aside those that interest me. But I say no, that defeats the purpose of finding the right one that "shines" more than the others, the right one, because you keep on returning to it.
 
The rocks selected, we head to the front room and the cash register so that I can pay. I've been here for over an hour. We've been chatting the whole time about life and kids, people and places. Stella's husband passed away a few weeks ago at 52 years of age. It was a shock to the whole town. Danny was a well liked individual. A very special person who took an interest in all the town kids by taking them up into the hills to find rocks and teaching them all about them. The church was overflowing with people at his funeral.
 
As I'm standing at the cash counter Stella's daughter comes by, takes a look at what I selected and says "very nice" and then goes and stands at the end of the counter. She smiles at me and that smile melts my heart. As I said earlier she has the face of an angel. I've used that analogy earlier when I was in Charlotte, at John's Place, and Karaoke night. That time it was used for dramatic effect. This time I'm not. Stella's daughter, who's name I was told, but as usual, I cannot remember, has been doing some cleaning throughout my visit. Purposely, or coincidently, it seems like she had been following me around when I was trying to find a specimen to purchase and then now back to the front room and "hovering" around the cash register. I gave Stella one of my business cards and tell her to check out my travel blog. I explain to her daughter, at the end of the counter, that I've been gone for 5 months traveling around the U.S.
 
I mention how when I tell people that that they usually make a comment that they would like to join me. Then Stella adds, Wouldn't that be nice, as she looks at her daughter. I notice how her daughter's face radiated even more at this comment. Thinking back on that moment, it was like I was suppose to say, Do you want to join me for the rest of my Journey. As I continue talking to Stella about Danny and other things, out of the corner of my eye I notice her daughter go to the window and look out into the parking lot. It seemed like she was trying to see what I was driving.
 
It was getting late and I wanted to be on the road by 11 to get over the continental divide and at my destination before it was too late. I say my goodbyes, though it seemed like I hadn't received what I really came for. If I was 10 years younger I might have stayed longer and "wooed" Stella's daughter. Would she even be interested or was all this just the vivid imagination of a lonely "old" guy. In earth years I am middle aged, but I have a young soul, and that is what really matters I believe. From what Stella told me about her daughter, she has an old soul. She reminded me of Katrine and of Nick, they have old souls. They are all wise beyond their years as we count them here on earth.
 
If she reads this, and I say, Contact me and come join me on my Journey, would she? I do not know the purpose of that meeting at this time. I wrote when I was in New Orleans about the Goddess I met at Mardi Gras and her less than average looking husband and what people say in those situations. We say the same when a very young and beautiful woman is with a much older man. What is God's purpose in those situations? Is it a message that should help us understand who he is? Maybe what he is saying in those situations is that, do not try and understand, just believe in it. And that is what we must do with him, Do not try and understand who he is, just believe in him.

Also, historically, especially at the time of Christ's birth, there was usually a very large difference between the ages of the male and female. The Bible does not say how old Mary and Joseph were, but some theologians theorize that Mary was in her teens and Joseph in his 40's. It is mostly in modern thought where we believe that the age difference must be much closer.

I was hoping to say goodbye to Art, the campground host. He was not at his trailer when I returned from town and  had not returned by the time I was pulling out. He and I had a special connection. You could say we bonded the moment we met.
 
I drove for over 250 kms at an elevation between 2100 and 2500 metres. The summit at Sulphur Mountain in Banff National Park is 2300 metres. So imagine driving for 3 hours at the top of the Rocky Mountain Peaks. The difference between the Canadian Rockies and here is that the valleys in Canada are deep and the peaks pointy. Here the peaks are rounded and the valleys have been filled in to create enormous plateaus. The highest point on the Trans-Canada highway is Kicking Horse Pass at 1650 metres. I peaked on this route at just over 2500 metres, almost 1 km higher.
 
I am currently camped at 1600 metres. When I arrived at the KOA , the campground attendant asked where I was heading. I said the Grand Canyon. She said I'd probably get snow there. I left the trailer attached to the truck. I was too tired to do anything here and would be hitting the road in the morning. I did some research on campgrounds for the places around the Grand Canyon and further north west where Bob suggested I should go.
 
It was suggested that I see the Grand Canyon North Rim. Well it's closed in winter. Numerous campgrounds are still closed and those that are open have no services available. I am also quite exhausted. Since the revelation came to me I have been drained of even more energy than previously. I decide to head to Palm Springs and visit my Aunt and Uncle who are staying in a condo there for a few months. Since Bob made his suggestions I have been planning on detouring on a northwest route towards Reno before heading south to L.A.   Then I come to a realization. I already knew that at this point in my Journey I would have an abrupt change in plans. A vision in the back of my mind had already foreseen this happening.
 
So now the plans are to spend a day visiting the south rim of the Grand Canyon and continue west to Kingman at the junction of Arizona, California and Nevada. The plan is to spend a few days there resting. Hopefully regaining some energy.
 
My alternate plan is to head home. I am more or less directly beneath Calgary. I will wait to decide when I leave Kingman. My Journey of Discovery has turned out to be more than I expected. Instead of coming away with more answers, I have ended up with more questions. I am positive that the path I follow will be the right one because that is the way it works.
 
I was exhausted so I took a nap. I felt I had to listen to Chris De Burgh. His songs have powerful messages. I must thank Monique again for introducing me to this artist when we were dating in High School. She has been my guiding light throughout this Journey. After laying down for an hour I watched the movie Contact. I purchased it at the VLA gift shop. The messages I received in this movie were stronger then I remember. Remember my line about Matthew McConaughey playing me in a movie about my Journey when I was in Cape Cod? He's the co-star in Contact.
 
After the movie I turned my iPod back on and the first song I hear from Chris De Burgh is "The Risen Lord". The song is mostly instrumental, but the lyrics are as follow:
 
Brother can you spare me food,
And give me a drink of wine,
I've been travelling on this road,
For such a long long time,
I have seen the wonders,
But most amazing of them all,
I believe I've seen the face,
Of the risen Lord;
 
On a night like this there came,
A stranger on the road,
I saw him stumble, heard him fall,
I helped him with his load,
The further that we walked,
Well the heavier it became,
And I believe I've felt the weight,
From another world...
 
As is often the case, I am writing this on some other day, tomorrow morning, and it is snowing. Also as I wrap this up (exactly now) Chris De Burgh is singing "The Risen Lord". I had to restart playing the 4 albums of his that I have on my iPod.
 
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