<div dir="ltr"><b style="color:rgb(80,0,80)"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:rgb(26,26,26)">Sunday, June 1</span></b><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:rgb(26,26,26)">, we had a Rest Day. One of the Marchers has
joked that its time to get arrested. Who knows? It may happen when we get to NE and demonstrate against the
Keystone Pipeline. We were hosted in the Museum mess hall for an introduction
to the Colorado trek. As I understand it we’ll go through mountains to get to
Colorado Springs. Then we’ll be on the east side of the mountains to Denver.
And then we begin Marching in the Plains.</span><br><div class="gmail_quote"><div class="HOEnZb"><div class="h5"><div dir="ltr"><div class="gmail_quote"><div><div><div dir="ltr"><div class="gmail_quote"><div dir="ltr">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:rgb(26,26,26)">We were offered pizza, lemonade, and brownies for lunch. The
afternoon was dedicated to rest. We had a delicious vegetarian supper and spent
the evening getting ready for the March on Monday. I joined Izzy a second night in the motel. </span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:rgb(26,26,26)">Monday, June 2</span></b><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:rgb(26,26,26)">—On Sunday a number of the
Marchers departed, so there were 18 around the breakfast circle. It would be nice if we had a table for
breakfast and dinner. All of the tables are used for food prep and serving. So
we have to eat, sitting (or standing) with our food—plate or bowl—in our lap. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:rgb(26,26,26)"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:rgb(26,26,26)">We’re going north and east from Ft Garland on
Hwy 160. Ethan and I had been trading off the responsibility
to drive the gear truck. But he
was one who departed on Sun. Now
it seems to be my major responsibility, although there are 2 others who can drive
it.
When we hooked up the solar trailer there was a broken connection
on the taillight plug. John J.
fixed and plugged it in, then he departed with his pickup and trailer. When I made an attempt to start the
truck, the battery was dead so I immediately disconnected the trailer. Sarah had gone off to get some coffee,
so I phoned her to tell her what happened. She indicated she would get CB to
help start the truck. About 2
hours later he arrived and jumped the truck and it started. I disconnected the lights to the solar
trailer and drove 13 ½ miles north to our campsite, which is on an open space
at Trinchera Ranch. There were several creeks running past the campsite. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:rgb(26,26,26)"><br></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:rgb(26,26,26)">Ed Fallon and Steve set off Marching every day
immediately after breakfast. So
they’re always ahead of the rest of the Marchers. When they got to camp they
started unloading and re-organizing the gear truck. The Lost and Found box
continues to grow—shoes; water bottles; jackets; sweaters; T-shirts; pants;
raincoats, etc. And none of the items
has any identification. Ed and
Steve were hoping to straighten up the gear truck. Later on during the afternoon, some people, who seem to keep
their equipment in the Lost and Found box, registered their dissent - the issue
is yet to be resolved. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:rgb(26,26,26)"><br></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:rgb(26,26,26)">We had Colorado visitors arrive, bringing some
cherry pie, and eat dinner with us.
We had informal conversations with our guests about joining us. One of them is bringing 2 dogs along on
the March. Ed got out his
accordion and started playing. I
joined him and suggested we sing <u>The Iowa Waltz</u>. We sang 2 verses but couldn’t remember
Cindy’s 3rd verse about the Prairie. Then Ed suggested that I sing <u>Don’t Fence Me In</u>. Needless to say, I complied! At
dusk the camp went to bed.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:rgb(26,26,26)"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:rgb(26,26,26)">Peace, David</span></p>
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