Bridges

All summer long people asked me if I was going to walk again next year. I said maybe or I think so or I hope I do, but I wasn't sure until yesterday morning when I strapped on my backpack. Seems silly  that I think it's a big deal. My girlfriend in New York City doesn't own a car and she walks everywhere, forty-five minutes one way to work. We got caught in a rainstorm this summer and my hippy shirt sleeves were wring-able wet by the time we got home. 

I wasn't sure I would continue blogging either. Had I exhausted the topic? Had I maxed out my effectiveness? But then yesterday, after I posted a few thoughts, a friend-of-a-friend, Tim Eashappie shared my link on facebook. I thanked him and he wrote back, "You're welcome. Sounds good to me. I will help you in any manner of your walk .. good cause. Our grandfathers signed those on our behalf, know what was coming down the pipe today .. they already new what was gunna happen..." Made me think that if I can keep the topic of treaty on a few people's minds, then that is a small thing I can do to say thank you for sharing this treaty land with me.

It wasn't as hot today as it was yesterday, walking home. Yesterday is was plus 35 Celsius, and I didn't even have a hat. Ug. Today there was a breeze and the temperature was likely in the mid twenties. At the hospital I saw my sister-in-law's Volkswagen pulling out, past the four flags. She pulled over with a big grin on her face. I leaned into the passenger side window.

"I'm so glad you're walking," she said. "I had so much trouble not bugging you this summer. I just kept waiting for you to post something. Come on, I thought, you know you're going to do it."

So here I am, walking across the bridge today, and the grass is growing, the sun is shining, the river is flowing and I am still blogging about my Treaty Walks.