Day 47 – Walking in Familiar Places
It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them. — Ralph Waldo Emerson
We ate biscuits and chocolate gravy for breakfast, courtesy of Tim! It was a first for us, but definitely not a last.
It was hard to leave, but more than 20 miles separated us from Downtown Indianapolis, where we planned to meet some friends and had a nice hotel waiting for us. Before we left, Tim gave us two rolls of quarters so we can be sure we are prepared to do laundry when the need arises.
The remainder of the pedestrian trail was mostly empty this morning, so we passed through unnoticed, even by a turtle.
We were enjoying the beautiful morning when a startling shout came from a passing car. “Get a job you f**kin’ hobos!” was what we heard. When we turned to see who was so angry with us, we saw our friend Chris.
Chris went looking for us before heading home after work. There was nowhere to stop where he found us, so he pulled into a nearby driveway and we hung out until the resident needed to exit their driveway. He wished us well as we all hurried off.
As we entered Indianapolis, we were joined by our friend Amy.
We walked together and picked up Amy’s children, whose school was along our route. They too joined us. As we left the school, Paddy, her son, yelled to his friends, “Bye. I’m off to help my friends walk to Oregon. Well, in a manner of speaking.”
After a short walk, it was time for Amy, Ryan, and Paddy to leave us. With arms raised, Paddy exclaimed, “On to the Pacific!” as words of encouragement.
Throughout the day, the walk had a surreal tone. In the 700 miles preceding Indianapolis, we were complete strangers in towns we didn’t really know. Indianapolis was a city we had both lived in for a few years, so seeing recognizable buildings and landmarks on foot, rather than driving by, made for a paradoxical walk. So much was familiar yet new.
When we arrived downtown, we walked into the hotel, carts and all. There was a conference going on, so all of the accountants were shuffling about wearing their lanyards and seemed confused by our presence, but only one person (not wearing a lanyard) mustered up the courage to ask what we were doing. It was delightfully entertaining.
Skip and Jason showed up at the hotel to pick us up for dinner. Jason, a past camping partner (as is Skip), put together this thoughtful goodie bag.
We spent the evening enjoying the company of our friends and eating delicious pizza. It was great to see them all, laugh, goof-off, and share stories. They made us feel super special, not necessarily because of what we’ve accomplished, but because we appreciate having such amazing friends in our lives.