The Daily Walk, Transcontinental

 May 24, 2025. The day started off early, by 7AM, I was on I-16 headed west, as free as could be, full of hope, full of inspiration and creating purpose for the Organization. But more importantly I think I enjoyed the idea of not being in any system. Not being locked into any kind of responsibility really made me feel. . . NEW.  

Wide awake as I complete my packing and take 1 last photo.
Let the journey begin "Again" The rest stop in Laurens County GA

A few hours later, the first life lesson of backpacking began to form. Don't overpack. . . I DID. . .

Exciting was the morning. The day was great. I had such a great time, I haven't felt this feeling ever in my life. Somewhere between being totally lost and open to a world of possibilities, I begin my journey.

The 2nd day brought forth a great messenger and a world of possibilities.
Andrea From Vidalia. The Restaurant owner that offered me a job as their chef.

After spending most of the day, walking, thinking, sweating, dreaming and being free. I was then whisked away to Jonesboro. There is where I attended the birthday celebration of one of the family members, who's name I can't recall at the moment. Thanks for the great day my friends.

In Jonesboro GA, admiring the afternoon traffic.

Another angle from the same sidewalk in Jonesboro, GA

I often wonder about our encounters. I'm sure they will dwell in my spirit the remainder of my days, in the same manner the people of the past before them were walking with me on my journey. I look forward to the next phase of the campaign and to the wonderful people the Lord will send to talk and walk with me. See Ya

The Daily Walk, Transcontinental

The walk begins.

May 23, 2025: Day 1. On my way toward Atlanta, I made my way up to the interstate and begin to live a very interesting journey on the first day which I loved greatly. It was great! from the uncomfortable night's rest that brought hardly any sleep, to the scorching heat that felt deadly. I met my first group of careing people who gave me a lift all the way to the interstate. 5 people altogether. It was a great group, they saved me 30 miles or so. Still blessed to have crossed their path, I guess I get what I ask for. I'll be wondering about these beautiful people for the rest of my life. However strong the desire was to stay with them, to grow, and to be apart of their life, I was not particularly moved. I maintained the desire to proceed with my journey, said my fairwells and carried on with the plan of life. I recieved my feel of cool air, cool water and cool people. I dried my socks for 30 mins or so as I rehydrated, made my mind up and got back out on the road with a great curiosity about life, the country and where I would end up next. I thought to myself, have I found my new hobbie.

A fair group of people I crossed paths with in Dublin, GA

The RaceWay In Dublin Was Wide Open And Had Great Customer Service

Looking at these numbers, time has a whole new meaning.

The Daily Walk: Transcontinental

I have had a very interesting few days. Over the past year or so, I have been fantasizing the idea of backpacking across the United States, and in the past few days the idea has grown larger and larger. I have even begun to think of ways of gathering content, and even if I should notify the public that I am doing it for a good cause. I'm not sure which route to take, simply because I'm doing it for 2 reasons, to recover my mental health and to build my relationship with god. I am seriously planning on it. The other night I was overcome by fear when I started to head off into the night, but I had a moment of thought, a pause, a hesitation that lead me back to my bed. I was standing in the middle of the road, afraid of being stuck in the same place I have been in for years, terrified of stagnation in my life and afraid of what I might face. I was so overcome with fear of not being able to put myself through the pain and the suffering that would follow a trip across the country. As it started to rain, I made my way back to my warm bedroom, soft bed and knowing what tomorrow would bring, more afraid then I had ever been. I hate the thought of being afraid to step out of my comfort zone, I hate the thought of knowing I would be caught in the wild, uncomfortable and desperate at times. But I also know that's the only way to force growth, to find myself and to potentially change my life. I am motivated to say I'm dedicated to doing just that... Finding my place in this life... 

In my opinion, It's almost over... I'm 36... I need to get busy living... GOD bless tonight and may God be with me as I seek through these ideas of exploration... Good Night & God Bless

NOTE: I will leave, I have talked myself into it, I think out West for a while, at least to find myself.