Day 5 – It’s a Small World After All

It’s a world of laughter
A world of tears
It’s a world of hopes
And a world of fears
There’s so much that we share
That it’s time we’re aware
It’s a small world after all

There is just one moon
And one golden sun
And a smile means
Friendship to ev’ryone
Though the mountains divide
And the oceans are wide
It’s a small world after all –  Robert B. Sherman and Richard M. Sherman

Now that we’ve got that song stuck in your head, let’s explain why.

When we woke up this morning, we both had facebook messages letting us know that someone near our path would be happy to host us for the night.  John-Michael’s message was from Sandra, someone he knew from high school but hadn’t actually seen (in person) since 1995.  Tara’s was from her cousin, indicating that someone she knew from her high school and college days (Sandra’s husband, Tom) was married to someone (Sandra) who knew John-Michael from high school.  Confused yet?

Anyway, all we had to do was adjust our route by a total of less than two miles over the next two days, and we had a place to stay with a familiar face and old friend.

Leaving Doylestown, we passed Margaret Mead’s house.

A history lesson for those, like John-Michael, who have no idea who Margaret Mead was.

It was the first day of spring, but other than a few flowers near an overpass, there were no signs of it.

A lonely reminder that it is now Spring.

We were able to enjoy some traffic-free and side-by-side walking for an eight mile stretch because of a just-opened pedestrian pathway that follows the road we were on.  A big thanks goes out to Sandra for letting us know it was there.

Walden and Samwise on the trail

Despite the decidedly non-spring-like weather, we had a pleasant walk for much of the day.

Newborn calves

A hawk keeping an eye on us

Can anybody explain this? It has us stumped.

When we arrived at Sandra and Tom’s home, we were treated like royalty.  We were greeted by her four boys, Blake (age 8 and a half), Nolan (age 6 and a half), Quinn (age 4 and a half), and Hudson (age 2 and a half).  They haven’t lived those extra half-years just to have them ignored. The boys wanted to help with our walk, so they each donated $5 from their savings accounts. We chatted, relaxed, and  had a delicious dinner that Sandra, a future Food Network star, made.  Also, we got to do laundry, which was a priceless gift.

The whole family. From left to right, Sandra, Hudson, Blake, Tom, Quinn, JM, Nolan, and Tara.

80’s nostalgia is serious stuff.

Tara reading a bed-time story (actually a bed-time snake encyclopedia) to the boys.

Nolan drew this beautiful picture of us walking, and even priced it for free!  He typically charges 10 to 25 cents for his masterpieces.

Nolan’s portrait of Tara and John-Michael walking across the country.

Tom put together this snack pack for us to take on the road.

Tom’s survival snack pack.

Tom also had some NCAA brackets for us to fill out, much to John-Michael’s relief.  It would have been John-Michael’s first year without completing a bracket since childhood.  A crisis averted to be sure.