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Journey to the East: 5 August 2012

Brunswick Cemetary The image, as in a Hexagram:   The hermit locks his door against the blizzard. He keeps the cabin warm.   All winter long he sorts out all he has. What was well started shall be finished. What was not, should be thrown away.   In spring he emerges with one garment and a single book.   The cabin is very clean.   Except for that, you’d never guess anyone lived there.  …

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Journey to the East: 4 August 2012

Summit of Kancamagus Pass over the mountain’s silence silent rain   -Santoka Last pass to cross past (perhaps) Today I crossed the seventh (eighth if you count the Middlebury Gap) pass of the tour and crossed into Maine the 14th and final state of the tour (plus one Canadian Provence). The day was again hot and humid and the wind out of the south didn’t help much as the route on this day would oft…

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Journey to the East: 3 August 2012

Covered bridge in Vermont alone crossing the mountain”” another mountain   -Santoka Green to White Mountains Today I rode from the dwindling Green Mountains in Vermont to the foothills of the White Mountains in New Hampshire. No passes today but I have to say this was among the toughest riding I’ve done. The 25 miles or so I rode in Vermont were just all up and down with one hill being a 1000′ climb and…

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Journey to the East: 2 August 2012

New England! Cold Mountain Road’s a joke, no cart track, no horse trail. Creeks like veins, but still it’s hard to mark the twists. Fields and fields of crags for crops, it’s hard to say how many. Tears of dew upon a thousand kinds of grasses; the wind sings best in one kind of pine. And now I’ve lost my way again: Body asking shadow, “Which way from here?” -Han Shan Can’t find my way…

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Journey to the East: 1 August 2012

Falling water in the Adirondacks Since I came to dwell up on Cold Mountain how many ten thousands of years have gone by . . . Accepting chance and change, I hid away by a spring in a grove; perched there, just watching, I was satisfied. Not many come, out among these cliffs, but white clouds sometimes touch, and pass . . . Soft grass to lie down on, blue sky for covers. Pillowed on…

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Journey to the East: 31 July 2012

Adriondacks across the lake 25:1:68   Sadly unroll sleepingbag: The missing lid for teapot!   -Philip Whalen Into green hills mountains While the route was, if anything, even more hilly than yesterday and the heat and humidity about the same this was a much more enjoyable day of riding. It was mostly in the woods which blocked the wind and sun and the scenery has been marvelous. First I was riding along the Moose River…

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Journey to the East: 30 July 2012

Camp under the oak Awake a moment Mind dreams again Red roses black-edged petals   -Philip Whalen Lakeside to foothills There was only a couple of miles along Lake Ontario before my route turned eastwards again. Thus we bid a fond adieu to the Great Lakes – I won’t see such large bodies of water until the Atlantic. Turning eastwards alas meant turning into the wind, which while it seemed somewhat variable on this day,…

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