Distance: 21.8 Miles
I started at the University of Delaware and quickly crossed the Mason-Dixon line into Maryland. The Wikipedia entry on its creation is fascinating. The early history of colonial political establishment vis a vis borders makes one oddly newly grateful for federalism. Imagine if states went to war today over geographic, separatist, and or irredentist claims. These things happened, 350 years ago here - a strong historical portfolio to refute American exceptionalism.
I came upon a small town proud of itself. It was quaint with well maintained homes and plaques denoting town history. Then it got weird. Two separate homeless men - one on a packed to haul bike, one with a well-laden cart - mistook me for a fellow hobo, pointing out a place for food. It was a kindness for which I was supremely unprepared.
I passed a twelve-foot fat Budha.
Approaching the Susquehanna River brought the need to find a ride over the bridge. Police Officer Dvorak was kind enough to sigh and take me over. Thank you. He offered me good luck on my trip and drove back across.
It's great to learn about your encounters with generosity from knights of the road and public servants (even if sometimes reluctant). DAD
ReplyDeleteI sense that you are enjoying the walk. Years ago I had to crosss the Susquehanna by driving a two lane road atop a high concrete dam. The bridge was not yet there. Love, Grandfather
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