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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt"><b><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(26,26,26)">Wed JUN 4</span></b><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(26,26,26)">—CB has a sign on
the back of his truck that reads ASK ME ABOUT JESUS. I’ve seen it since Santa Fe, NM, and had a chance to ask
about the sign last evening before dinner. Michael Dowd was a visitor to the March Rest Day in Santa
Fe. Michael spoke at the Adult
Study Group and preached at the 11 o’clock service that I attended. He’s written a book entitled <u>Thank
God for Evolution</u>. CB said he
wasn’t familiar with Michael. I
inquired how long it would take if I asked about Jesus. He explained that he
keeps company with a lot of campers and likes camping out, but he didn’t answer
my question. </span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(26,26,26)">One earlier
evening around the campfire a conversation started about bumper stickers. There was a heated discussion about the
kind of feedback and damage you can get from bumper stickers. Someone indicated that you shouldn’t
have a sticker that said anything about NRA—positive or negative—because you
would likely suffer a personal confrontation, or damage to your vehicle. Another piece of advice given was to
have a bumper sticker that reads ASK ME ABOUT JESUS because you’ll likely find
that no one responds to the sticker. </span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(26,26,26)">Once we had
breakfast and packed up this morning, we used the shop at CS Woods to check the
air pressure in all the tires of our vehicles. We also were able to fill the water tanks in the Food
truck. We’re scheduled to continue
taking some dirt roads north through the valley. The directions are complex. I wouldn’t have any trouble if
we were in the Loess Hills! But
I’m not ready to go by myself.
Since Sarah’s scouted the route, she knows exactly where to go. </span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(26,26,26)">Once we were
packed up and ready to go Sarah decided she wanted to stay and use the
Internet. Since I am driving the
Gear truck I was stuck at the campsite until 10. Earlier Kat asked if she could ride my recumbent. I said, “OK” and she left with the
Marchers at 8 AM. Sarah left so
late that we arrived at the first rest/snack stop. The commode was parked next to a creek that went under the
gravel road. Some of the younger
members of the March jumped in the creek, skinny-dipping in front of all the
rest of us. The water must have
been very cold.</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(26,26,26)">Then, Sarah
led me on to the campsite, which was a mile off Hwy 69 at mm 42. It was a farm that raised chickens,
horses, and cattle. The animals
were kept out of our campsite, but the manure odor was evidence that it had
been used for pasture. I set the
solar trailer up as usual and Sarah shuttled me back down 8 miles. It was a steady uphill walk. On the way Kat drove the Sag Wagon by
me and stopped. She asked me if I
wanted a ride. I said “No”, but
asked her where the recumbent was. She said she couldn’t ride up the hill and
left it in the Commode at the last rest stop. </span></p>
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<span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(26,26,26)">Brian
and Anita, from Taos, NM, have joined the March. They will be with us to Omaha,
NE. Anita seems to be driving their
car. Brian is Marching and making
a photographic story of the March. During supper we reviewed the next day’s route. And, Izzy announced that the Climate
March Gypsy band has a Gig on Thursday eve in Westcliffe, CO.</span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Lucida Grande';color:rgb(26,26,26)"> </span> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>
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<div dir="ltr">Peace, David</div>
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