MyDreamWalk

Friday, July 27th, 2007

Seniors

Day 11

Leaving Delta Junction the Alaska Highway is relatively flat. I get into a good race walking rhythm and roll on and on.

Fifteen miles along pine trees hug the two lane highway. I am conscious of bears and have an oversized can of pepper spray ready. A big moose munching on road size grass plows into the woods as I shuffle by. The bears don’t show themselves probably because I am signing Rock N Roll songs hidden in my miniature iPod.
If you must grow old please do it in the U.S.A.

I am having steak in a traveler’s restaurant where I am surrounded by seniors. They are from all over the western “lower 48”. The license plates on their campers and huge RV’s can’t escape detection even from a weary wobbler. These good folks are all graying, balding, flabby, and generally feeble. Each are living their own daily adventures fueled by a life time commitment to saving their money and unyielding faith in the American social security system. God bless America!

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