One desert and the state of California have been crossed. Some real challenges faced these last days. Mojave blacktop made my feet vulnerable to blister. It also seems I have a new shoe size … 14. Without the help of fellow marchers I guess I would have failed my spirit walk across the country. They found a set of crutches and constructed an orthopedic out of layers of mole skin shielding a very large and ugly blister. They invested so much love and time. It was overwhelming. So, Here I am. Seven miles from Parker Arizona. Still going every step with only my feet to power me. In the morning I will cross the Colorado and find myself with a much needed recovery day and a motel room with hot shower. I will be using crutches as I have for the previous three days. (33 miles) I want to keep as much weight off the blister as it continues to mend. I have survived the threat and should heal. My shoe was a poor selection, and my foot swelled with the desert heat. Daughter Kate made a special trip to our desert campsite to deliver a new pair of shoes and encouragement. Under tonights brilliant desert starlight I know the
blessings of love in yet another way.
Click here to see an image of the crippling blister (warning: not for the faint of heart).