I walked about ten miles along River Road yesterday. Cars were going fast and were abundant for the first several miles. The sights were amazing nonetheless.

The sign below talks about Juan Bautista de Anna coming to that site back in the 1700s on his way to the San Francisco Bay Area, for the purpose of colonization.

Yet another unresistable use for plastic, below. I’m appreciating my plastic zip lock bags on this trip, I must admit! I’m not sure what I would do without them.

After about ten miles, I started to look for a place to “rough camp,” meaning without a real campground. It occurred to me that the river bed might make a good spot. It’s not private land, and the sandy river bottom would make a good foundation for my tent. About the same time I noticed that my right foot or ankle was hurting. Fortunately I found access to the river quickly; its not easy to find.

Sure enough, the river bed provided privacy and a nice flat, relatively soft camp site. I heard coyotes howling in the distance (familiar to me from my years living in Pebble Beach as a teenager) and I could hear the dull roar of Highway 101 most of the night. I reflected on how much the Camino Real, or DeAnza Trail, has changed since those early days of colonization.

Next morning I soon realized that my foot, or ankle, was not getting any better. I hobbled around getting my breakfast, and water from the river. I had a water filter with me, fortunately. The water in the Salinas River must be polluted by agricultural run-off and who knows what else; I trusted my filter out of necessity. I was out of the water I had brought from Michelle’s. A friend of mine who back packs often instructs me to determine where my next water source is before making any days itinerary. I understand that now more than ever.

Setting out this morning, I walked very slowly to avoid further injury to my ankle. I couldn’t believe this was happening! On my fifth day only, how could I be stymied so soon? Right about then I got a call from my friend Gloria Kalisher, an M. D. who lives in Soledad and works at the Soledad State Prison. I told her about my ankle and she wanted to come get me right away and give me a ride. Earth pilgrims don’t accept rides, I told her. The Earth can take care of itself, she said. And you need to take care of yourself! Gloria is a teacher of The Work of Byron Katie, and she made a good argument for her point of view. I told her I would call my friends in Gonzales, which was closer than Soledad, or that I would hitch hike. Hitch hiking seemed best, as people passing by are already going in my direction. Sure enough, a nice couple from Santa Barbara picked me up and took me to the home of the Gurlartes. I was indeed relieved to not have to walk the 8 miles on my sore ankle.  I was grateful for my friend Gloria, and for the Gularte’s who have welcomed me warmly and into their busy family life.

The blessings continue!

 

19 thoughts on “River Road to Gonzales

  1. Have a good stay with the Gularte’s, Jody, and rest the ankle. Three Hail Mary’s…

    1. Yes, Ellen! I’ve been praying for you. ?

  2. Take good care of yourself. Rest awhile! Sending you blessings!!

  3. There’s no hurry Jody. Remember the tortoise and the hare…Heal and enjoy

    1. Yes! Thank you for that reminder, Sharon. I’m on a different sort of schedule now. Listening to my body, heart and soul is the order of the day. It seems to be all for the best.

  4. Hey Jyoti ~ Earth Pilgrim!
    Gwen and I are at the Sky Temple in Yelapa. We just caught up with your blog and thoroughly enjoyed it. ( Love the photos too) Happy you are resting your sore ankle and foot in a safe refuge. We are sending the angels over there!
    Wondering how you are doing now?
    We will continue to read your blogs from the Jungle as we do have WiFi that works now and again.

    Yesterday we got the Peace Prayers assembled and ready for the Peace Prayer Wall in the Village of Yelapa. Once they dry, we will begin to construct this project. I will have photos to share once we return to the states. Just so you know, I worked with your peace dove and it will look beautiful in the wall. We love you . ~ Gina and Gwen

    1. Sounds wonderful Gina! I can’t wait to see the photos. Have a great time with that project. I know it will be wonderful.

      See “Corda Road” post for the latest news on me ?

  5. I have been really enjoying your blog. Sorry about your ankle but you are in good hands. Sending healing prayers

    1. Thank you Darleen! I’m glad you are enjoying it. It’s fun to write as well. It will be interesting to see what happens!

      Love to you and your husband ♥️

  6. Also, Louise Hay says ankles represent our ability to receive pleasure. “I deserve to rejoice in life. I accept all the pleasure that life has to offer.”
    Just a thought. xx

    1. Thank you Pamela. I’m considering if I have resistance to enjoying pleasure. I sure enjoyed my lunch of salad, peanut butter and fruit just now ?

      Thank you very much for the healing energy. I send some back to you ♥️?✨?

      1. Thanks! I’m having an ankle issue too. Considering how I can receive more pleasure and earth energy through the soles and draw it up my legs. Now we’re linked, so Reiki flows to both of our ankles!

  7. Hi Jody,
    It’s nice to be able to follow along with you through your blog. I think you got good advice from your doctor friend to take care and not walk on your sore ankle.
    Slow and steady wins the race is a saying we use in our family especially since we are getting older.
    Take good care,
    You are in my thoughts,
    Gretchen

    1. That’s a wise saying, Gretchen, and I am heeding it. My foot is still not completely better. No sense it making it worse. Let’s see what happens.
      Thank you for your kind advice ♥️

  8. Jody,
    You just put me in mind of a verse l love from the poet Antonio Machado.
    “Traveler, your footprints
    are the only road, nothing else. Traveler, there is no road;
    you make your own path as you walk. As you walk, you make your own road, and when you look back
    you see the path
    you will never travel again.
    Traveler, there is no road
    only a ship’s wake on the sea.”

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