Day 124 - English River

It had been a rainy, windy and miserable night so I was glad I stayed in a motel room. It was a cold morning but the sun was out.

Mile one and two warmed me up. There was a strong head wind today.
Mile five meant I was halfway to ten.
Mile ten and I was one thirds done.
Mile fifteen meant I was halfway to my destination.
Mile twenty and I was two thirds done.
Mile twenty-five meant there were only seven miles left to go.
Mile twenty-nine meant I was closing in on mile thirty.
Finally the sign English River.

On my way a truck driver stopped to chat with me cause he had seen me so many times he wanted to know what I was doing. He shook my hand. I passed through some construction and got the weirdest looks.

The only thing in English River is a restaurant and hunting lodge, full of bear hunters. The motel was bought out and used by the construction people. The next town was thirty-five miles away. They let me put my tent up around back under some trees. I wasn't worried about bears with all these hunters around.

When I went inside for something to eat some people were talking about someone who had got hit and killed by a truck early this morning while crossing the highway out front. I called my sister to let her know where I was and that it wasn't me who got hit.

Today was such a long run and such a remote area. I thought I was finished with isolation stretches of highway. Tomorrow will be much the same. Nothing for thirty-five miles.