Mikaela and I had a really beautiful walk through some nice country side and played a few rounds of "guess that road kill". We had a pit stop at a fire station to use their facilities and stopped to talk with them for a moment. I must say, fire fighters are some of the coolest people ever! They always seem to be around when you need them. We continued on with our day blasting 80's rock music from her IPod and stopped at a small gas station to use the facilities once again, and when I came out, Makalea handed me $3 and told me it was from a man who went in the store to buy a few things. When he came out, I thanked him for the money and told him a little more about my cause and BOC and he processed to thank me for what I was doing and wished us well. Again, another random act of kindness, and another soul who gave everything they had at that moment without even blinking an eye.
You can truly find good people in this world, if you just stop and talk to them.
We forged ahead and made our way to the golf course where I stopped a few days prior to ask permission to walk across the course to try and get to the next exit since the fort was across the street and I couldn't walk on I-5. I went inside and talked to some girls working who gladly agreed to letting us walk on their grounds to get where we needed to go. As Makalea and I came up to the dirt road that was suppose to take us to the exit, I suddenly had a sinking feeling that we would not be able to get to the road I needed to get to. I realized that the day Richard and I were there, we ran to go find the dirt road, but didn't bother to run and follow it to make sure it went all the way through. Well too late now! We were there, so we continued on.
Turns out my sinking feeling was correct and at the end of the dirt road, right before the exit, there was chain-link fence with barbed wire on top. Great... I decided we would follow the road around to the back of the golf course to see if it went to another road but that dream was quickly dashed by the large open dirt patch next to the road that looked an awful lot like a turn-around spot. I ran ahead, and sure enough, no gate.
We turned around and started to discuss our options; walk the mile on the interstate and hope we don't get caught or... well, that was the only option. As we walked back to the course Makalea found a hole in the fence (of course there would be a hole in a chain-link fence, there is always a hole!) and we stood there for a moment debating whether or not we could get BMW through the hole, through the trees, through the shrubs and blackberry bushes, up the steep hill, and to the road with nothing more than a deer trail to follow. Why not?
So while I pushed, she pulled and it took about 10-15 minutes to get all three of us through the forest and up the hill, a total of about 30 feet. We could have nearly walked a mile in the same amount of time. By he time we got the top, we were exhausted and giggling so hard we couldn't breathe. All I could think about is what those poor people in the cars going by must have thought when they saw two young girls pushing what looks like a baby stroller up out of a wooded ditch in the middle of nowhere. I'm kind of surprised the cops didn't come looking for us.
After all that, I was done. Our day quickly went from what was suppose to be 16 miles, down to 12. Instead we went walking to find a good place to sit and wait for her Dad to come pick us up and found a delicious little frozen yogurt store.
Thank you Makalea, you are my hero.
This particular day was Mother's Day so I felt rather honored Lisa and Ted brought me into their home and feed me a fantastic dinner of cod and potatoes and kale. I slept pretty well that night.