From the Desk of a Vagrant.

This is my third post in as many days. I hope you aren't sick of me quite yet, but I know there will be times that I cannot post at all; so I must take advantage when I can. CARPE DIEM!

Last night I woke up around 1 am with such pain in my feet that I nearly had to crawl to get myself some asprin. As I laid back down, I prayed, "God, I will take these feet as far as they will go, but I won't make much progress unless you step in." Well this morning, my feet were in fine enough shape to get me to the lovely little town of Pierz. I sat there in a gas station eating my Great Stuff Pizza (yes that was for you Dean) then laid myself onto a bench outside for nearly an hour only to be questioned by an officer who was apparently called there on my behalf (I knew I couldn't trust those cashiers with the shifty eyes!). On my way out, I asked the gentle cop which nearby towns had vagrancy laws; he said 'Pierz.' And I was out the door.

AS I hobbled out of the parking lot looking more and more like Quasimoto in capris, a sweet midwestern mom and her daughter insisted on giving me a ride. How could I refuse. As they drove me the 35 miles down the road, I counted the hours it would have taken to cross the terrain now flying by at 60 miles an hour, and my feet greatly rejoiced.

They dropped me off, and I walked nearly three more miles before taking a rest alongside the highway. Not 5 minutes later there was a kindly gentleman pulled over offering a ride to Princeton and a cheap campground by the river.

Today, my body took me 9 miles but the lord took me nearly 60 and I was here by 12:30. I've set up my tent and met some men who live here during the summers, they guided me to the library and the local hang-out and we talked a bit about our journeys. I hope to have a bonfire with them tonight, they are, after all, vagrants; and according to the Pierz police force, so am I.