Day 65: Just Three Hours
Too close to train tracks makes for a sleepless night. Fortunately, I was able to catch enough z's between train horns, but certainly didn't feel like getting up in the morning. Choosing to sleep on concrete instead of grass didn't help matters much either. Finally, got up and went across the highway to get some coffee even before re-packing my gear. Once I was ready to roll, I rolled down about half a mile to Prairie Rose Grill to get some breakfast. I took my time and enjoyed the breakfast. Finally, I left at around 11 AM. I was only planning to walk nine miles to get to the next town, Foyil. Normally, I average between 2 to 2.5 miles per hour including breaks, but I felt rested and energized after the breakfast and managed to cover the 9 miles in three hours. I arrived at Annie's Diner at about 2 PM. I ordered a tall glass of iced water and told the waitress that I will be ordering food later as I had just breakfast a few hours earlier. Foyil is a town with four streets and 347 people, so there was not much there, but they did have a fire station and I was told I will most likely be able to sleep in the back there. So, relaxed and did some work, charged up my phone and power banks and ordered lunch around 3:30 and left the restaurant around 5 PM to head to the Fire Station. There was nobody there. I learned later that it is a volunteer FD and no one mans it unless called. As I headed back to Annie's Café to sort of things and see what my options may be, I came across a gentleman mowing his lawn. When I explained my dilemma to him, he asked, "And what would that entail?" I said I need a level patch of grass where I can unfurl my sleeping bag and crawl in. He said he owned three properties and five lots and I'm welcome to use his property to spend the night. Cool Beans! Turns out Ken Issacs, the generous gentleman, was pretty knowledge about the town and gave a crash course on the city history. Andy Payne, who won the first Transcontinental foot race from California to New York in 1928, was from Foyil, and they have his statue at the end of town, and also a plaque honoring his achievement, where Route 66 enters the town. Ken also bought the old Texaco Station and has it registered with the National Historical Register, and is in the process of renovating it. He has set up a Facebook page that I highly recommend that you check out. In addition, he was kind enough to let me use his facility to take a shower and clean up. One of the best night time views of the sky is have experienced in long time, given the fact that it is a rural town with practically no light pollution. I had not seen so many stars in recent memory. When you put your trust in God, solutions pop out of the blue. I am gratefully Surprised and Delighted.