Well at least I had good weather on my side today. I walked on the interstate all day. I stopped in the ting town of Reliance for something cold to drink and I started talking to a little boy that came outside while waiting for his Mom and sister inside. We had a very, very interesting conversation, especially since he was 6. I will call it: The grass is greener-er where ever you water it.
So the kid came up and stared at me and my cart.
So I said: "hi, how are you?"
Boy: "Good, what are you doing?"
Me: "Walking across America."
Me: "To help raise money for kids who are very, very sick. And I want to see America and how beautiful it is. I hear I'm pretty lucky to see the grass so green around here right now"
Boy: "Oh......... Yeah, well my Daddy says the grass is always greener-er on the other side."
Me (wondering why that came up): "........ Really?"
Boy: " Yep..... But I think the grass is greener-er where ever you water it. Grass is always greener-er where people water it."
Me (laughing): " That's true, and maybe with a little food for the grass, and a little extra care, you can have the greenest grass in the whole neighborhood!"
Boy (very excited): "Yeah! I want the greener-est grass ever! It doesn't always have to be on the other side ya know."
Me (smiling): "Yeah, you're right, you can have the greenest grass in the whole world if you want. But you have to work hard to make it that way, it doesn't just happen because you want it to."
Boy: " I know that! I gotta go now." (Ran away)
I don't know where the conversation came from, or what was going through his head, but I thought it was pretty funny. If you are tired of the grass being greener on the other side. Go out and take care of your own grass, and you too can have a beautiful yard of green grass that others will be envious of. Done. Now only if it was that easy.
I got into Oacoma around 4:30 and waited for my next host, Jessica to come get me. When she showed up, she had her two kids in the back set, and there just wasn't enough room for BMW. She suggested leaving it at the gas station, to which I quickly said no. I'm so attached to that cart, I don't think I would sleep if I knew it was in a gas station all night. So I walked to Jessica's house on the other side of the Missouri river, another 4 miles away. 30 miles, yuck.
Crossing the Missouri river was an interesting part of this trip. Back in Three Forks, MT one of my host families took me down the the Missouri Headwaters State Park, where the Jefferson River, Madison River and Gallatin River all combine to form the Missouri, which was about 700 miles ago... Pretty cool to see three small rivers come together and now see it in all it's glory.