Lincoln Highwayman

Anyone who followed this blog way back in 2010 might remember that I was planning on writing a book about the trip. Well life intervened. Although i did manage to get get 75
longhand pages written in addition to some additional typed up pages I ended up taking a 12 hour, 6 day a week job that just didn’t leave much time for writing, let alone living.

Not only that, but some time back my computer burned and crashed. Okay, maybe it didn’t really burn.

I still have the job, but the hours are (at least for now) a little bit better.

Flash forward to now and I am happy to say that I am back at my desk a couple hours a night. Retyping my type written pages, ’cause I didn’t back up all my work, and revising, revisiting things. I started yesterday and it feels good.

And who knows, but maybe I’ll be posting here now and then.

For now, I am content to sit at my desk pecking at keys on a keyboard as the rain falls all about in the darkness.

So they’ve got this thing called One Day On Earth where people all over the world get to record their experience and post it on the web.

This past year it took place on 10-10-10.

I’ve posted the video I took below. It’s nothing special. Just me driving down an old brick section of the Lincoln Highway in Elkhorn, Nebraska.

Suzy and Paul Giddens, who’ve been following this blog, kindly invited me to stop by Galt, California to see the stretch of The Lincoln Highway that winds through town. I’m glad I stopped, Suzy and Paul are really nice people and I had a great time. You can read about it

I couldn’t have hoped for better weather when I arrived in San Francisco’s Lincoln Park to conclude my journey. The sun was shining and the temperature hovered around seventy seven degrees.

The only difficulty in sight was that I needed someone to take my picture at the concrete marker that signified the western terminus- and sometimes I’m a bit reluctant to ask things of people.

But even that wasn’t much of a problem. I found the marker easily ennough and pulled up beside it- and someone pulled up in their car right beside me. His name was Tony and when I told him that this was the end of my trip he insisted on taking my picture.

I did have one mishap on The Loneliest Road. As I was going up a mountain, my fuel mixture adjusting rod broke off at the carburetor end. I pulled over first chance and got to rigging something up with some bailing wire.

I was in the middle of performing my makeshift repair when I happened to look across the road- and what did I see?