*Sat Jun 7*—Since there had been some late-night performers and the camp was so spread out at San Isabel National Forest, the March took a little more time to get started again this morning. We moved campsite by going up Hwy 96 to Wet and turning north on 67. Our campsite was on a ranch. The owners have WiFi but they put the password in for us. I sent *The Impossible Dream* to Ed and several others suggesting that it should be our theme song. I’m hoping that we’ll get a printout for all the Marchers, and get it up on Facebook for the virtual marchers. We had a Potluck supper. One of the local attendees was an Episcopal clergyman. I asked him if he were familiar with J. S. Spong. He said he was and appreciated Spong’s work. I was invited to attend his church the next morning and accepted. During the meal the election of officers was announced. They serve a second 3-month term. Miriam was re-elected Mayor. Village Council was John A., Jeffrey, and Jerry. The Judicial Panel was Jane, Liz, and Marie. Some of the musicians went off to Florence, CO after dinner, but I went to bed. During the night there was some light precipitation. It came down as snowflakes. By morning there was a slight amount of moisture on the tents and the vehicles. *Sun Jun 8*—We ate breakfast, packed our lunch, packed the trucks, cleaned up the yard, and circled up to consider the day’s plans. One of the first things we did was sing a song to our host. It can be sung as a Round. Dear friend, dear friend Shall we tell you how we feel? You have given us such pleasure. We love you so; we love you so. Then the route was reviewed, announcements made, and the Marchers set off. I waited with 3 others for a 9 o’clock ride to church. The clergyman and his wife picked us up. We drove clear back to the town, Westcliffe, where we had played music on Thu and Fri nights. The service started at 10:30 and ended at noon. We were asked to introduce ourselves at the beginning of the service. I’ve been to a Sun. morn service at St Peters Episcopal in Carson City. The service in Westcliffe was far more complex and much longer. When the service was over I remembered that Spong had a category that he names* Church Alumni*. It defines those who have ‘graduated’ from the antique and much dated language and liturgy of the traditional church. I realized that I fit that category! It was very overcast as we came back into camp. The rector dropped us off and waited till I backed the Gear truck, with trailer attached, so I could make the turn out of the yard. As we left a thundershower began. The road out to the highway was dirt with a little gravel. The rain turned into hail and the windshield wipers quit working. I was relieved when I made it to the highway 67. I drove to Florence. It was still pouring rain and there was a question about where our campsite would be. We made a rest stop at a filling station. After lunch it had stopped raining and most of the Marchers went to a Hot Springs that was on the way to camp. We drove the vehicles to Ken’s Trading Post. The gate to the Trading Post was locked and the Colorado coordinator told us that Ken was in NE., so we parked the vehicles on the roadside and cut down the barbed wire between two posts so the Marchers could go out into the field and pitch their tents. After dinner we had a community meeting in the 9-person tent. One of the most serious questions discussed was the possibility of some of the Marchers joining a march in NYC scheduled for early Sept. Since I chose to sleep in the 9-man tent, I had to wait to go to bed until the tent was cleared. -- Peace, David