I walk for 10 hours 25 minutes,
well over my goal of eight hours.
I think I have walked a solid 60 km
because it’s only 30 km to Truro,
which I optimistically hoped I could
walk in two long days.
I finish the day with a couple of blisters,
one which has burst and is quite painful.
I stopped earlier and dressed it to prevent infection,
but it still pulses angrily.
My feet do not like what I’m putting them through, I think,
imagining that they are a separate entity from the rest of my body.
The police visited me around noon to check in.
There was a complaint because someone thought
I had a child in the stroller, putting it at risk
by walking on a busy highway. The policeman looks in my stroller,
wishes me well and says he will inform
the RCMP network along my route.
I have the support of the police now
all the way to Quebec.
It probably didn’t hurt that when I was asked
for identification, I produced my veteran’s card.
