I often joke that after Malcolm died I sold my truck and put my stuff into storage but it wasn't just a soundbyte. Nothing I do or say ever is.
But after almost a decade, tucked away on the I-35 corridor in a 10x10 closet, it was time for a reckoning. That's an interesting word. Reckoning.
Its origin can be found in old English which gave rise to such concepts of calculation and conclusion.
2014 is the 10 year anniversary since Malcolm was first diagnosed. How many miles, how many years have I walked since then? How many people have we touched and inspired? How many lifelong friendships have we forged?
It's incalculable. Just like love.
Another true joke is that in short order, in 2004 my dog got cancer, my girlfriend left me and she took the truck. The pathetic irony is well, I'm from Texas. But that year I was all alone I watched a movie Love Actually.
You see, I'm the last person to watch romantic comedies or really anything to do with Hugh Grant but it spoke to me about the messiness of life and love and how little I knew about it all. But I've watched it every year since and today is no different.
Happy XMAS. Love actually.
YBD's Notes 1: There was a reckoning tho - I cleaned out my storage locker most of which ended up in a landfill, the rest I've given away to friends and family. I am unencumbered. Except by love.
Thursday, December 25, 2014
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
That set this course
The road abides
And through its length
'Oh beauty burns
Your trail etern.
The silence of your roar
That swept me neath
No more. No more.'
YBD's Notes1: The west coast walk was long and hard, harder than any stretch of the road we've been on before. But the much bigger lesson here is we're in this together if we have a ghost of a chance to eradicate cancer in us and our companions in our lifetime, puppy up damnit
YBD's Notes2: Happy XMAS
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
At 11;30 PST, in the shadows of the Laguna mountains we walked the length of Coronado Island to the edge of Oneonta slough and Hudson, Indiana and I completed our border to border West Coast walk.
And like most of our Southern California days, it was sunny and 70. Indeed, it was a glorious day.
And like all great endings one not without its comedic twists, cosmic ironies, and poignant moments.
The morning began with a seven mile hike to the meeting place for our Final Mile which Ginger joined us though I'd quickly learn less for the honor and privilege of partaking in such a powerful experience but more for showing off her new kilt. Really Ginger??? There can be only One Who Rocks The Kilt...
A couple dozen friends met us to walk the final mile, some we had met along our travels, some were new. But to my utter shock and surprise, two of my oldest and dearest friends were there: Jim and Renee with Tripawds. Man was that way awesome. And it made a circle round. You see, they were in Austin to launch our first walk and now at the ending of our second. Yep I got all choked up. Thanks for the avocados guys - only noticed yesterday you put them in a poop bag. Hee hee.
Inspired by another of our friends, John Stalls, who walked from Delaware to San Francisco, I had hoped to jump into the Pacific Ocean to punctuate our tremendous accomplishment but was greeted by this sign. Apparently Tijuana thinks the slough is a dumping ground for their sewage sludge. Precise opposite of the pristine Canadian border where began our adventure but the two constants throughout all of it were mountains to east and the ocean at our west. And my companions by my side. And that includes not only Indiana who made the entire trek but Hudson who made it to the California border and Malcolm and Murphy in spirit.
There are so many people to extend great thanks to - the friends we made along our path, kind and courteous strangers, and even the idiot drivers who although from no lack of trying, didn't kill us on the PCH. Walking through and across 19 states now, I know of no more treacherous stretch of road.
Thanks to my team and all of the volunteers who helped out in various capacities to ensure our safe passage and make this experience matter, to those who walked the virtual final mile with us, and to our sponsors.
I have lots of thanking and reflecting to do in the coming weeks but without a moment's rest, I leave now for Texas to catch up on a lot of work, rest a bit, and spend a week with family....
Wednesday, December 3, 2014
Twelve days til touchdown in San Diego. We made it to LA and ironically, we've had only four rains days the entire West Coast walk, through Washington, Oregon, and Northern California and the week we arrive in LA, we're greeted by a monsoon.
Completely drenched in Malibu and now navigating around mudslides and flooding, we're making our way through the 75 mile swath that is the LA area.
Still, we've been trudging onward in the dreary drizzly, record breaking rainstorm sharing the message and spreading holiday cheer, the nearby pic was walking on Rodeo Drive,
We're on schedule to walk the final mile to the Mexico border Sunday December 14th and our friends are making final plans for the day's events. Between now and then we have a couple of events planned leading up to the final mile:
Saturday Dec 6th. 4-6PM. The Shore Break Hotel. For details, 714-465-4528.
Tuesday Dec 9th. 2-4PM. VMSG. 31896 Plaza Dr. San Juan Capistrano.
It's been great having folks coming out and walking with us on our final stretch. To find out where you can join us for a mile or a day on our historic trek, the following sites will be posting our locations:
Or on my Instagram - 2dogs2000miles. And on Twitter hashtag #GoFuzzybuttsGo