(Day 35) On leaving Acme...
Sunday morning. The day of departure. Knowing it was to be my last day here I was up with the sun (again) and outside watching the sunrise. The eastern sky did not disappoint. Every year I have visited Barb and Jerry's farm I have taken a picture over this fence, picture of the rising sun - something of a tradition for me I guess. I began packing up - gathering things that had exploded out of my bags when I arrived three days ago: cords and clothes, a book and camera and computer bits... soon all was where it was supposed to be... All the coffee that could be drunk had been drank and there was nothing left to do but say good-bye. With hugs all around, I was on my way - south - with a heavy heart. Before I reached Beiseker I was lonely. Missing my family. Already missing my friends. I sat on the side of the road and watched a crop dusting plane make a few runs over a field... gave a quiet word of thanksgiving for all who are a part of my ...