It was back to walking after a great night with my new friends from Utica. Lindsey and Jeanette offered to give me a ride back to Mohawk, 15 miles down the road to where I was picked up yesterday. It is always tough to say goodbye to people you get along with so well but the motivation to get home is the shot of ambition I need. It is exciting now to see the map and the small amount of distance I have left compared to the big picture. I remember Wyoming and Nebraska like it was yesterday but somehow I find myself on the east coast, almost in Massachusetts.
I say goodbye to Lindsey and Jeanette in the park in which Jona picked me up. It is not a sad goodbye because I feel confident that I will see them again someday soon. So I press on and find my way to route 5, a fairly busy road starting off but one with a great shoulder. Not too long into my journey I start hitting the New England hills I thought I would. Nothing incredibly steep but daunting none the less. Although scenic views are my constant companion when walking so the day is not too bad. I am head to Fort Plain today to stay with another couch-surfer, the only one in Fort Plain, Debbie.
The walk continues up hills and down them, along with the scenic views, I walk along changing leaves, almost as if changing channels on a TV, every step brings into view a new color. The sun wants to peak through the overcast sky and when it does beautiful rays of sun immediately hit the landscape down below. This made for some interesting pictures. Birds flying over head only added to the pleasure of walking again. I was walking along the road I took to get back to Syracuse and it was reassuring to see it but at the same time taunted me. I knew that road would lead home if I wanted to make a call but it was 5s that would be my yellow brick road to Albany, where I would meet my long lost friend, route 20.
It was not too long before I was going to hit Fort Plain and meet my host for the night, Debbie. It was a good walk today, about 20 miles. I made a call to Debbie when I approached the entering Fort Plain sign, with a few quick directions and one last short extremely steep hill, I had made it.
As I walked in the door, the smell of Chicken Parm, comforted my mind, body and soul. I sat at the counter and spoke with Debbie, her son and daughter. We enjoyed a salad before the main course. The conversation and with Debbie was wonderful. She told stories of the two other couch surfers she has hosted before, two bicyclists going across country. It is always interesting to hear the people that pass through these small towns on their own pilgrimages.
After eating, taking a shower, and doing some website stuff I had finally called it a night. I was on a big comfortable couch. Another place to call home for the night and another successful day of walking, the walk continues.
Day 141 (Miles 2945 - 2965) Mohawk to Fort Plain