<----- Luckiest salamander ever. Here is his story:
I started my day with the sun because it is suppose to get to 102 today.
As I left the campsite, I nearly ran this little guy (almost the size of my hand) over. His missed my front tire by an inch, and considering my cart weighs a ton today because I have so much water, he would have been road kill for sure. He was so pretty, I had to take a picture, so I got my camera out. I should mention that this road is an old high way, and I only saw 10 cars on it for the 7 hours I was walking, 2 of which, drove by right as this little guy was trying so desperately to cross the street. As the first car drove by, he was just on the other side of the double yellow lines, and I turned my head so I didn't have to watch the carnage. When I turned back, there he was! All curled up, and as soon as he got up and shook off the dust and started waddling his way to the grass on the other side, another car comes barreling down the road. This time, he was almost to the other side, and once again, I turned my head and once the car passed I looked, he was still alive! All curled up again. He waited a bit, and got up and started walking, then I walked over to get this picture and he curled up his tail like he was going to hit me with it if I came to close, so I just took the picture, and let him on his way and he safely made to the other side. Why did the salamander cross the road? I have no idea, probably to find a water supply of his own on the other side.
After all that, he survived me nearly hitting him (and I'll never walk down this road again I'd imagine) and the 2 to 10 cars that passed by in 7 hours. What a lucky little guy. I decided to write about him because the rest of my day was just HOT and miserable and I didn't want this blog to be empty, and this is a pretty good example of the small, seemly insignificant little stories that unfold in front of me everyday that I generally never mention. It's interesting to watch the small victories that are won everyday when you look close enough.
Walked 20 miles today, and got to the Kadoka Inn around 2:30 and after a little convincing, finally got the man at the office let me have a room right out front. He wanted to give me a room in the back where I would have to push BMW through the office and through two doors just to get to my door. As I struggled to get BMW inside, he just kept telling me leave my cart outside and it would be fine. People just don't get it sometimes, it's reminded me of when BMW was in the back of a truck and I told the owner that it needed to be strapped down good because it's top heavy. He shrugged off my request and while I was in the shower he left with his granddaughter to go down the the farm, and dumped BMW while driving. Everything inside went flying all over the inside of the wet, muddy truck bed, and when he got back, he and his wife dumped everything in the garage, and he told his wife to tell me what happened. He never said he was sorry, and my stuff was muddy and wet, and he could have broke BMW. I WAS PISSED. But kept my mouth shout to his wife since it wasn't her fault. She didn't get it either, she said "well at least we got everything, it you can just wash it off." The man at the office here at the Inn said something similar, that it would be fine and no one would touch it, it's just a cart. What people don't get, is that, BMW and the contents she holds are all I have. EVERYTHING I OWN (or am borrowing), in a 2x2x3 foot box, connected to a one-of-kind, made-with-love-and-care cart that took 3 years to make, named Bead My Walk. She's not "Just a cart".
So I got my room in the front and spent 5 minutes trying to get her over the front step which was just long enough that I couldn't get her inside the door. I nearly started to cry because I was SO HOT, dehydrated, but bloated with water, and had a head ache from hell and just wanted to shower and sleep in the air conditioning!!!!!! Damn it! Finally I made it in once I dumped most of the stuff into the room on the bed.
After a shower and nap, I went to the cafe and ate dinner and meet Bonnie who got me in contact with the Inn and she and her husband ate with me and we made plans to go to the High School football game tomorrow night. She also said she would pay for my dinner tomorrow night as well, since someone else got my dinner tonight, and someone else was going to get my breakfast tomorrow morning! And both my nights at the Inn are paid for too! Kadoka is quite the welcoming community.
I went back to the Inn and talked with Jonanne, the woman who runs the Inn and Cafe, and after an hour or so, I headed off to bed. What a day.