Day 2: Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head
Trip Start Oct 18, 2012
7Trip End Oct 21, 2012
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We arrived in Enumclaw around 4.30am and headed for Highway 410 where I disembarked and once again hit the highway. Though it was not raining at this time, I had put on my rain jacket just to be prepared. The highway is very narrow and there is almost no shoulder with the road dropping off into a deep gulley on both sides. Early morning traffic heading north was heavy but, thank the Lord, most drivers were respectful of my presence on the road and passed by with a good few extra feet to spare. My bright Petzel lamp on my head, a flashing red light on my chest, luminous bands on my arms and legs and a bright orange rain jacket certainly did the trick
About 3 miles down Highway 410 Anne was waiting in a large driveway with some hot coffee and a bun. As I was standing next to the car taking the refreshment, a person with a flashlight approached to check if we were okay. The gentleman told me that vehicles frequently land in the ditch near his place and seeing the flashing red light from his home, he had come out to investigate. We thanked him for his kindness and thoughtfulness.
The next few miles were rather uneventful as I walked through the darkness. Except for an occasional dog barking at a stranger passing by, my thoughts drifted between prayers for my family and what God wanted me to share with the good folks in Morton on Sunday morning.
As we neared Buckley rain began to pelt down and I immediately thought, with a smile,of two songs our youngest daughter, Marieke, had suggested I sing in this situation - "I'm singing in the rain" and "Raindrops keep falling on my head". Since I remembered the melodies of these songs more than the words, I did a lot of "Lah-lah-lala lahing". Even though my rain jacket hood came out quite far over the top of my face, the spray from passing large trucks would make seeing through my glasses near impossible and I needed to hook up with Anne every so often to get them wiped dry
With the constant rain I did not risk using my phone to take any photos, though Anne did manage to get a few from the car as I walked along.
Along Orville Road I began to hear squishy sounds from my shoes and realized that water was getting into them and that would not be a good thing for preserving my feet for another day's walk, so we decided to call it quits for the day. Tomorrow Maria will join us and we will pick up at Griggs Road, near Lake Kapowsin to head on down poast Ohop Lake to Eatonville and if possible to make it as far as Elbe.