This entry was posted on 5/12/2006 10:15 AM and is filed under uncategorized.
Greetings from Westford Massachusetts! This is my first rest day, and the house is empty, except for the poodle, so I'm trying to update everyone before my pancakes are done.
A week on the road, and things are going well, with few exceptions. I hardly know where to begin. I'll try to keep this short, though.
First off, I was scared Friday night and Saturday morning when I was getting ready to leave. I was terrified. I didn't feel prepared, and I was a wreck. However, I had to do it, so despite my terror, I packed up and mounted my unicycle.
I knew I'd only be scared for the first day. Once I'd spent a night on the road, I'd be fine. You know, get one day behind you, and the rest will follow. I had a nice send off with friends, family, well wishers, and Terry Karkos. That not only encouraged me, but showed how much my trip matters to other people. I'm not just doing this for me.
I rode down Rt. 2 through Mexico, then crossed Veterans Memorial Bridge back into Rumford, and took 108 to Peru. I took 219 to Paris, and 26 into South Paris, where I stayed the night.
In West Sumner, there was a hill that just wouldn't stop. It seemed like it went on for miles (then I found out it did, in fact, go on for miles). All the while, I was psyching myself up to get to the top. "Come on, Max, it's the first big challenge. Get to the top. If you stop now, all this work will be for nothing. Just keep going. It's not much further. Just keep going." When I finally did make it to the top, I dropped my unicycle, took off my helmet, and started sucking down water. This big white dog across the street started looking at me, and took a couple steps towards me. I didn't want this lovely dog to get run over or anything, so I king of waived my hands to tell it to stay. The dog *looked both ways* then crossed the street. I spent a few minutes petting her, before I took her back to the house across the street.
I got to talking with the owner, and I found out he was a former autobody mechanic turned Shaman. He tried to heal people by looking into the other dimension and finding a missing piece of the patient's soul, and returning it to them. After telling me that, he showed me the motorcycle he's rebuilding in his garage. I guess it was a part of his soul he was trying to get back.
He told me about one woman he was asked to heal, and while looking into the other dimension, he saw the soul in the field across the street. He couldn't talk it into returning to it's body, but then the white dog ran across the street into the field, and brought her back over.
Kind of like what she did to me. That's a peculiar feeling.
I slept in my tent in the woods behind the middle school.
More later. I've got to eat some breakfast. Also, a photographer from The Nashua Telegraph is comming over to get a picture later, so I have to pack up my stuff and strap it on my rack."
, Udo.
Hezekiah.
