March 13/April 2. The sun has come out, plum trees are starting to bloom in Eastsound, I leave for Scotland in exactly 3 weeks, and I am feeling glum. Four weeks ago, while slightly increasing my walking so I would be ready for a couple of 22 mile days during my three week walk in Scotland (West Highland Way, Great Glen Way, and Speyside Way), I started to notice discomfort in my left upper foot. I tried to do imagined massage and energy work as I walked, which often clears up small aches and pains almost miraculously. This particular pain came and went, but over the next week it gradually worsened. I noticed it was throwing off my gait and that it was no longer a good idea to rely on my own healing efforts or to ignore it. I called out the healers - made appointments with Rick Doty for body work, the Bradbury's for chiropractic care and acupuncture, Dr. Cindy Bullock for podiatry, and I drove to Everett to Althea's footwear (a podiatrist-recommended specialty shoe store for...
April 26 - Wednesday. AND Happy Birthday to Judy and Scott Malcolm! I walked from Fochabers to Buckie, official estimate 10 miles, my iPhone says 12.4. I have completed a total of 254 miles (by official estimates) in the last three weeks. My iPhone says 309 miles (that includes walking I did on rest days, extra walks to restaurants, getting lost or losing mittens and backtracking - you get the picture. ) Today started out sunny and stayed that way. I guess our whisky-drinking pranksters got the idea that they would have to do something different to surprise us. No back and forth today just sunny (a few brief interludes of going behind clouds) and blue sky. I loved the parts of the walk where I could see the river. The river seemed to be flowing fast and enthusiastically and I imagined asking her if she wasn’t a little bit scared about flowing into the ocean. The question didn’t even make sense to her. It was just where she happened to be flowing. But for me it was a metaphor for death ...
Sunday April 30. Glasgow. Greetings, fellow wayfarers. Here I am on the airplane on my way to Heraklion, Crete. Sister Judy is also in the air in her long journey from Shell Beach CA to Los Ángeles to Newark to Athens to Heraklion. Chris is also in the air, having left Orcas yesterday for the ferry ride to the mainland, then the drive to Seattle. She got to the airport at 4am for an early morning departure this morning. I believe she and Judy will meet up in Newark, then fly the rest of the way together (I think they even managed to get seats together). I will arrive Heraklion at 10:30pm tonight (8:30pm in Scotland - the time zone I’ve grown accustomed to in the past month). I will stay at a hotel near the airport then join them when they arrive Heraklion (2:30pm tomorrow). We will meet up with the car rental driver from Frangokastello (on the southwest coast of Crete) who will drive us to Fata Morgana apartments where we will spend the next two weeks so...
Thank you River. Almost a mirror image of Callum’s celebration pose!
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