Parallel Lives
Highway 97, a scenic road, is deafly busy. Big trucks, big RV’s, big supercharged pickup trucks and big, big noise make the walking uncomfortable. The speeding scares me. I always look for a parallel road to get me off of the highway, and give me peace.
Finally, today I found that parallel route, the Kersey road. Farms, horses, dilapidated buildings but no trucks. It is exhilarating.
And besides at the end of the Kersey I meet ranched Doug Fawcett. “The cattle business is tough. Can’t make money with what beef prices are today”, he said. “We haven’t had rain. I know you haven’t seen much hay during your walk along the road. My wife is ill so we put our ranch and 50 acres up for sale. We want to by RV and travel. We’ll go to Williams Lake [40 miles away], camp, and stay three weeks. We never go far from home”
“On this road you should be wearing a reflector vest”, he cautioned. I had made another friend.
