<div dir="ltr"><br><br><div class="gmail_quote"><div dir="ltr"><div><div class="h5"><div class="gmail_quote"><b><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(26,26,26)">THU AUG 22</span></b><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(26,26,26)"> <u>Scattergood
Friends School (West Branch) to Moscow, IA</u></span><br><div dir="ltr">
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(26,26,26)">The directions to Moscow were emailed. The route had us
going on a road past a sign that said No Through Traffic. There were also
traffic barriers. It sprinkled on the way, but didn’t rain with intensity. The campsite was a small park with an
amphitheater. We set up cooking and had a camp meeting in the amphitheater
because of the chance of rain. One of the major topics at the meeting was the
nomination of candidates for the village council. Early in September the Mayor,
Council, Judicial Panel, and representatives for the Board of the non-profit
will be elected for the final term. Moscow is a tiny town; no public
facilities. Several of us put our sleeping gear out in the amphitheatre. Since
the ‘kitchen’ was in the amphitheatre it was easy to be wakened the next
morning.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(26,26,26)"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt"><b><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(26,26,26)">FRI AUG 23</span></b><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(26,26,26)"> <u>Moscow to
Walcott, IA</u></span><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(26,26,26)"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(26,26,26)"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt">
<span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(26,26,26)">By the time the stoves were no
longer in use, I packed them in the Kitchen Truck. I checked my email for directions to
Walcott. The directions were down numerous gravel roads so once I left camp, I
stopped and asked for directions along the way. When I reached Durant I only
had 7 miles to go. It started to sprinkle so I put my raincoat on. Then there
was lightening, thunder and a torrential downpour. I kept riding so I could
make it to the campsite and be out of the rain. (The next day someone said it
had rained 3” of rain in 1 hour.). It scaled back to sprinkles by the time I
reached Walcott. I found the campsite. I was sweating so I was wet underneath
my raincoat. My bike backpack and my pants were soaking wet. The thermometer on
the Casey’s filling station said 68º. I was chilly! The campsite was an
elementary school. Since it was Saturday there were no classes. The school
indicated that they would open the gym in the afternoon so we could take
showers, but close it at 5pm.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(26,26,26)"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt">
</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(26,26,26)">I had
already arranged with Doug and Pat Druckenmiller to do my Home-stay with them.
I decided the best plan was to check with Druckenmillers to see if I could come
a day early. I phoned them and got permission. Pat indicated that there was
room for 2 people so I could bring another person. Doug said he’d come out with
his truck so I could bring my bike back to their house. While I was getting my
gear off the truck Izzy rode in on his bike. I asked him if he’d like to go to
a Home-stay a day early. He said “Yes”. We informed the Gear truck driver
(whose name is also Doug) that we would be going to Home-stay early. Shortly
after that Doug D. arrived. We loaded our gear in his pick-up and went to
Davenport. When we got there we changed into some dry clothes. It was delightful to be
inside and not have to worry about the rain. Doug and Pat were marvelous hosts.
We did some reminiscing. We established 1967 as the year we first met: that’s
only 47 years ago! Izzy and I were ‘in heaven’. Doug and Pat made dinner—we had
grilled chicken and salad from the backyard garden. After dinner Izzy and Doug
played some music on the guitars. Then Doug played some music that he and Pat
sang. They have delightful voices and make a marvelous duet.</span></p></div></div></div></div><span class="HOEnZb"><font color="#888888">-- <br><div dir="ltr">Peace, David</div>
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