Tuesday, November 22





We did it !!! We walked the length of the United States from the Pacific Ocean to the Atlantic Ocean. I have reflected somewhat about what we did and I'm sure other thoughts will come in the days ahead.
 
What was planned as a nine month walking adventure, actually took three years and nine months. Obviously things didn't go as planned. We had medical problems, a freak accident and a broken arm. And, although it didn't slow us down, we had damage to our motorhome which left our poor dog a bit shell shocked.
 
At some point we decided to divide the walk in four phases. Phase One began at Capistrano Beach, California and ended 800 miles later at San Antonio, New Mexico. Phase Two started where we left off and ended 600 miles later at the Texas/Oklahoma state line near Vernon, Texas. Phase Three started at the state line and went to Winona, Mississippi, another 700 miles. And finally, Phase Four started at Winona and ended at North Dunes Beach, Jekyyl Island, Georgia. Total miles walked were 2612.
 
We had for the most part very agreeable weather, however, we did walk in the rain, snow, sleet, cold and wind. We walked in the mountains, desert, the great plains, the Mississippi delta and the piney woods. And I think the worst part of all of it was the wind. Out west it never lets up and it blows hard and unrelenting. The only time we tried to cook outside, we burned one of our chairs trying to use it as a windbreak.
 
Along the way we met some most interesting and wonderful people. Everyone we met wanted to help or encourage us in some way. We didn't meet one mean person. We did however meet some mean dogs. But thanks to strong fences, leashes and chains, we received no dog bites, just had the **** scared out of us. Now ... what will I do with this small canister of pepper spray.
 
Thank you John and Ruth Goodman, what great friends and walking partners. Maybe we'll have another adventure, but right now, I want to rest.
 
Thank you Carol !! You are the best wife, friend and walking across America support team person. I could not have done this without you.
 
Thanks to everyone that supported our walk and financially supported Habitat for Humanity. Your donations helped build three Habitat houses in Hot Springs. Now, three families that were living in sub-standard, poverty level housing, are living in decent, affordable and safe homes.
 
Total money found during Phase Four, $10.69 and a half cent, (I can prove it) and a Mexican Peso.
 
It's been a great ride !  (make that walk)
 
Signing off


Saturday, November 19




The Coast to Coast Walk is history. At approimately 10:15 am, EST we walked on the beach at Jeklly Island and looked out at theAtlantic Ocean.
 
Would anyone like to hire two unemployed walkers ?
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Thursday and Friday, Carol and I and John and Ruth just laid back and took life easy. I went to the ReStore on Thursday and talked to manager, Ginny for some time.
 
Then Friday we toured Fort Frederica on St Simon Island.
 
Today we drove to the Comfort Inn where John and Ruth's daughter, Jona, was staying with her family. They had driven down from the DC area the evening before. Also present was John and Ruth's son, Rick, who had flown directly from Australia to be with his parents today. They weren't expecting them and it was a real surprise.
 
We all started walking the two and a half miles to the beach. It didn't take long as our step was easy and we had much camaraderie.
 
At last we had arrived. The mysterious Jeklly Island and it's beach. We unfurled our banner and headed for the Atlantic Ocean. We had done it. Walked across the United States, 2612 miles.
 
We posed for pictures and then walked to the picnic area where we met Trip McKinnon, wife Angie, son, Brandon and daughter Rebecca. Trip grilled hot dogs with all the fixin's. Trip and his family are special folks and we appreciated their friendship and kindness.
 
I'll have one more blog to post in a few days with closing remarks. Today we found .28 cents. Stay tuned ...


Wednesday, November 16





We started at 7:30 am this morning, but instead of walking we ate at Denny's. Should have thought of this sooner.
 
After breakfast, Carol and Ruth drove us to the entrance of Jekyll Island. John and I walked the 4 miles to the visitors center and Carol and Ruth were there waiting.
 
Back to the RVs for a quick shower and then back to Jekyll Island. The island is a state park and there is a $5. entry fee. We wanted to take the tram ride through the historical district.
 
The Jekyll Island Club was formed in 1887 and lasted until 1942. The island and club became a winter retreat for the super rich. Club members included the Rockefellers, Morgans, Pulitzers, Goulds and many more robber barons. Many built "cottages" which today we would call mansions. The historical district contains dozens of these cottages and most have been restored to their original beauty.
 
The state of Georgia purchased the island in 947. Tomorrow the forecast is rain, so we have no plans.
 
Stay tuned ....


Tuesday, November 15





Once again Ruth took us out to the starting point, just west of Brunswick. Before long we passed by a place that sold collard greens. John, knowing that I just love collard greens, suggested I pose for a photo with my favorite vegetable. Yum-O.
 
We passed the intersection of highways 82/502 and 303. Here we said goodbye to Highway 82, our friend since Lake Village, Arkansas. We are now on Highway 502 and it will take us to Jekyll Island.
 
Passed two large truck stops and just a bit more and we were walking along the marsh flats. Off to our left was the Port Authority of Brunswick, Georgia. Ford, General Motors and Mercedes-Benz use this port to export their cars, while about a dozen other car manufactures use the port for import. We saw hundreds of cars either being sent out or shipped in.
 
We spotted the Sidney Lanier Bridge up ahead. It crosses St. Simons Sounds and takes you into Brunswick.
 
We turned right just before the bridge and were on the road to Jekyll Island. That mysterious island we have been talking about for so long. Ruth and Carol met us just down the road.
 
Today we found 2 Georgia license plates and .94 cents. Stay tuned for the exciting finish ...




Ruth took us out to our starting point this morning. It has turned much warmer and the sun was shining and not a cloud in the sky. It actually got hot before we finished.
 
We walked through the berg of Waynesville. Not much going on here. Passed the Golden Isles Speedway. Folks down here take their stock car racing serious. There were speedways in AlbanyWaycross and now Waynesville.
 
This will be our last day or "rural" walking. Tomorrow we will enter the outskirts of Brunswick and say goodbye to Highway 82. Highway 520 will take us to Jekyll Island

We started on Highway 82 at Lake Village, Arkansas and have been on it ever since. It has taken us halfway across the US. Goodbye old friend.
 
Tomorrow will be our last day of walking 12 miles. Wednesday we will walk about 8 miles and then finish the last two miles on Saturday. Thursday and Friday we will play tourist.
 
Today we found a golf ball, an unopened pack of Mac's BBQ Flavored Chicharrones, pork skins to us gringos and .02 cents. Stay tuned ...


Sunday, November, 13




This morning we returned to First Presbyterian Church in Waycross. We had become acquainted with Pastor Trip McKinnon and had met his wife, Angie, when she dropped Trip off on Tuesday to walk with us a few miles.


Trip had a very good sermon about giving to the church. Giving not only part of your earnings, but also your time and talent. A touchy subject and Trip handled it well.

After church, we were invited to their house for lunch. We met Trip and Angie's children, Brandon and Rebecca and had good fellowship and a delicious lunch.

After lunch, we hurried back to the state park and made a hasty exit. Our destination was Golden Isles RV Park in Brunswick, Georgia. Brunswick, Georgia, how many times have we said that name, and now we are here. Less than 40 miles to go.

Trip and hopefully his family will join us at 10 am on Saturday, November 19th for what John calls the "storming of the beach" at Jekyll Island. Also, John and Ruth's daughter, Jona, and her family will be there. We will celebrate the completion of our Coast to Coast Walk for Habitat for Humanity, 2600 miles. Then we can cross it off our "Bucket List".

Stay tuned ..... it's going to be a great finish.


Saturday, November 12





Ruth and Carol took us out this morning and the word for this morning was "cold". It turned cold last night and was about 31 degrees at the beginning of our walk. As the walked progressed, it warmed up quickly. In fact, at the end of our walk today, the temperature was well in the upper 60's, John and I were in our shirtsleeves.

There is yard sale fever in this neck of the woods today. Carol and Ruth were in 7th heaven. Yards sales all up and down Highway 82.

We passed through the town of Nahunta, stopped at a convenience store and bought 2 ice cream sandwiches. With the temperature still in the 40's, I wonder what the lady thought that sold them to us.

We crossed over the Satilla River and walked through Atkinson. Just beyond was a flea market. We stopped and asked if they had any books. "Yes, we've got lots of books inside", said the man. Inside was a large shed full of everything you can imagine. It was almost total chaos as boxes upon boxes were just set down anywhere. The books were in 3 different places, if you could get to them. We didn't have time to look, so we told the man we would be back and if he could store our jackets until then. By that time, it was getting quite warm.

We were off again until Carol and Ruth showed up. They surprised us as the trunk of the car wasn't full of flea market purchases. We drove back to the flea market, gathered our coats and did manage to buy 2 books.

Originally, I had picked out one paperback book for .50 cents. Carol gave the man a dollar and he said, "Pick you out another one, you already paid for it". So I guess if I didn't find another book, then one book cost a dollar or you could get two book for a dollar. I'm glad she didn't give him a five.

We got our 12 miles in today and found .05 cents. Just two more days of 12 mile walking. Stay tuned ...


Friday, November 11





Ruth took us to the starting point this morning. It took her all of 5 minutes. Our walk yesterday ended 2 miles from the entrance of the park we are staying.
 
Within a half mile, Trip McKinnon joined us. He is quite a guy. He wants to have a big celebration when we finish our walk on Nov. 19th., a week from tomorrow. He mentioned something about a fire truck and some guys that play music. We'll see what happens.
 
As we walked through Hoboken, our only small town for today, we passed by the chip mill. Small pine trees are chipped upped and eventual made into paper.  Then we stopped at the Shell station and started talking to "the boys". You know the boys, they are always hanging around a cafe or convenience store, shooting the breeze, drinking coffee and telling lies.
 
They wanted to know if we were hunters. "No, we're not hunters." "Are ye part of that crew laying the pipeline?" "No, we're not doing that, we're walking across the United States and we're almost finished". Blank stares, but that is not uncommon.
 
They were a good bunch of guys and we enjoyed talking to them. Inside, the young lady behind the counter asked if we were veterans, this being Veterans Day. Yes, we are. She said that drinks are on the house today for veterans. John got coffee and I had a rare Coke. Oh yes, we also had a donut.
 
Carol and Ruth, fresh from shopping, picked us up at the 12 mile mark. We didn't find any coins today, but found an important treasure, a Georgia license plate. The collection is complete. I now have at least one license plate from all 9 states that we have walked through. Stay tuned ...


Thurday, November 10





Ruth, having returned from grandmother duty once again, took us just east of Waycross. It didn't take long to enter the town. Our first obstacle was a bridge with a sign, "No pedestrians on bridge". The bridge had very little room for us to walk, so we simply went under it. After going through a small maze of streets, we emerged on the other side.
 
John call Trip McKinnon, the pastor of First Pres. Church. He asked Trip if he wanted to join us for a few miles as we walked through Waycross. Trip got all excited and said he would meet us somewhere on Highway 82. Also, on Sunday, he had invited us to the weekly meeting of the Exchange Club, a civic service club, similar to Lions, Kiwanis, etc.
 
Trip was a no-show for the walk, but he was waiting for us at the Exchange Club. We sat down to a very good lunch and Trip introduced us to the members of the club.
 
In order to attend the lunch, we had to stop early and clean up, so, after lunch we walked an additional 3 miles to give us our 12 miles for the day.
 
We found a banner that had, "NO CREDIT CHECK" imprinted on it, a tennis ball, a Mexican one peso coin and .19 cents, US currency. Stay tuned ...

Wednesday, November 9




Carol took us out this morning, about 15 miles west of Waycross. The weather was perfect and the sun was shining when we started.
 
At about the 6 mile mark, I crossed the highway to use the facilities at a convenience store, gas station, grocery store, wildlife check station and restaurant. There was a man in there that looked like a local farmer. He said, "Where you walking to?". I replied, "Jekyll Island". He said, "Where did you start?". "California", I replied. "Are you walking for a reason or a cause?." "Habitat for Humanity", I said. "I knew it, I knew you had to be for something". he said, satisfied that he had guessed right.
 
Up ahead, we came across two young men picking up trash. One asked me if I knew how far the county line was. I asked him if that was how far he needed to go today and he said yes. I told him he had a long way to go, 10 or 12 miles. He didn't look pleased. Then I asked him if he had found any license plates. He said no and kept on picking up trash .... he had a long way to go.
 
We came upon a field that we did not recognize what had been planted. After much pondering, a person has a lot of time to ponder walking across the US, I decided it was tobacco. I'll post the pic, does anyone know if this looks like tobacco?
 
Carol picked us up a few miles west of Waycross. Tomorrow we walk through Waycross, Georgia. Today we found .25 cents. Stay tuned ....


Tuesday, November 8




Carol took us out to yesterday's ending point and today's starting point. We walked through two very small towns, Axson and Millwood, not much going on in either one. 
Today we saw the best cotton field ever. John and I have become experts on cotton fields. This particular field had cotton that was the same height, very few, if any weeds and bolls full of white cotton, ready for harvest.
The most exciting thing that happened today was a truck pulling a helicopter passed by. On a day like this, when nothing is going on, that is big news.
We got our 12 miles in today and are 12 closer to the Atlantic Ocean. We found a screwdriver, a coin purse, (no coins) and .02 cents. Stay tuned ...

Monday, November 7





Carol took us out this morning and it took nearly an hour to get to the starting point, mile marker 8.
 
This is the next to last week for the Coast to Coast Walk for Habitat for Humanity. Less than 2 weeks to go.
 
Before too long, we came to a house and there were turkeys there. Not the white commercially grown turkey, but a brown/black in the wild turkey. Before I could get my camera out, they had run behind a shed. They probably thought I was from the Turkey Shoot committee.
 
At the 6 mile mark we entered the town of Pearson, Georgia. Not a whole lot going on in Pearson. We stopped at the Four C's Fuel and Lube to use the facilities. In a dimly lit back room, there were some of those "games of skill" machines. Of course, you play for store credit only. At least, that's what the sign said. We did however, indulge in an Eskimo Pie and a nice lady even took our picture.
 
On we walked through more pine trees and cotton fields. Carol was waiting at marker 20 to pick us up. Today we found .11 cents. Stay tuned ...


Sunday, November, 6




This morning we attended services at First Presbyterian Church of Waycross, Georgia.

The pastor, Rev. Trip McKinnon, greeted us just prior to the service and we explained why we were passing through. We talked about the walk and about Habitat. He asked us if it was OK to be recognized from the pulpit. We said sure.
 
Later in the service, when the youth were assembling for the children's sermon, he came down the aisle and asked John and I to join him up front. He told the kids about Habitat and a little about our walk. Then he said that Presbyterians have a old tradition of "laying on of hands". He asked John and I to stand and instructed the youth to lay their hands on us. He said a prayer for our work and safety.
 
John and I were pleasantly surprised by all of this and it made us feel welcome and honored. After the service, Trip invited us to a meeting of the Exchange Club at 12 noon on Thursday. As it happens, we walk by the very spot where the meeting is to be held.
 
We had lunch at Rodeo, a Mexican restaurant, drove back to the state park, rested and then made a Wal-Mart run. Tomorrow we walk. Stay tuned ...






Very early this morning, John took Ruth back to the Atlanta airport. She is flying back to report for grandmother duty. She will be back Wednesday. No walking today.
 
When John got back to the Pines Campground in Tifton, we hooked up our RVs and headed to Laura S. Walker State Park near Waycross, Georgia. With the beautiful weather we are having, the park is almost full. There were 5 empty sites when we arrived. Now there are three, maybe less.
 
Upon arriving, the park rangers always give you a map of the park so you can get around and be informed of what the rules are. The first thing I noticed was "No Swimming - Alligators".
 
Yesterday, on the west side of Willahoochee, we passed by some old buildings. I thought at first it was an old CCC camp, I was wrong. It turned out to be the McCranie Brothers Naval Stores. It was a turpentine still and all that goes with it. The terminology dates back to the wooden sailing ship days. Ship builders used pine tar and pitch to caulk the seams of the ship. Also, turpentine was distilled and in the old days was used as a cure all.
 
The industry started in North Carolina, nicknamed "The Tarheel State" and gradually found its way to Georgia.
Workers would "chip" longleaf pines to start the gum flowing. It was gathers in wooden barrels and then taken to the still to be distilled.
 
The McCranie facility started in 1936 and ceased operations in 1942 due to WWII and a manpower shortage. It is the only original still in its original location in Georgia.


Friday, November 4






Ruth took us out this morning, we had a long way to go. The morning was cloudy and chilly with gusty winds.

We are still walking in cotton fields, peanut fields and hay fields. I long for something different, like an ocean or something.

We came to the sign "Welcome to Willacoochee, Where Good People Count" I guess bad people are "no accounts" . Willacoochee is an Indian name meaning, "home of the wildcat". Just west of town is the McCranie Brothers Naval Stores. I will have more to say about that later.

John said he had investigated the names of famous peope from Willacoochee. He said that Willa and Whochay Coochee, twin sister and brother were from here. Willa went on to fame in another state and Whochay became a famous dance instructor. He even had a dance named after him.

As we passed through town, we noticed something odd. We passed by a Masonic Lodge and in the front yard was a Korean era fighter jet. I can see something like this at a VFW or American Legion Hall, but a jet fighter in front of a Masonic lodge strikes me as a bit strange.

On we walked passed the Willacoochee Social Lounge, a nite club, pool hall and you get your car washed there also. Passed the Famous No Name Bar and in a little bit we were out of town.

Carol and Ruth picked us up at marker 8. Today we didn't find anything, but Ruth saved the day. She found a dime in the washing machine and will donate it to the "money found" fund. Stay tuned ... 


Thurday, November 3



Ruth took us out at 7:30 am this morning. After walking through more cotton fields and passing 2 cotton gins, we came to the town of Enigma, Georgia, population 869. Enigma wasn't always Enigma. It was once called "Gunn and Weston". Then, before it became Enigma, it was called "Lax". Founder and first postmaster, John A. Ball summed it up pretty good when he said, "It was a puzzle what to name it anyway".
 
Before I go on with our walk, I need to share a photo I took a few days ago. It is on the door of the house where Cookie lives. Cookie is the owner of the Pines RV Campground, our home for the past few days. The photo is self explanatory.


 
If you have been following this blog, you know that we have been walking amongst pine trees. Very few deciduous trees, but the ones that are here have reached their colorful peak. See photo.


 
On we walked until we reached Alapaha, GeorgiaHernando De Soto is believed to have visited the area. The word alapaha, an Indian word, has been given three meanings, take your pick. Some believe it to be a Creek word for "other side" while others believed it to mean "bear" or "bear lodge".
 
The Alapaha River flows nearby and is a tributary of the Suwanee River. Other notable facts about Alapaha are ... a breed of bulldog, the Alapaha Blue Blood Bulldog was developed from the famed Paulk plantation dogs of the area ... a type of blueberry, the Alapaha "rabbiteye" is noted for its high yields and quality fruit ... and finally, "Hogzilla", a 800 lb. wild hog was killed here in Alapaha in 2004.
 
Ruth and Carol were waiting at marker 12. We found a bungee cord, a drill bit, a yellow flag attached to an aluminum pole, a "new in the bag" 12" bolt with nuts and .08 cents. Stay tuned ...


Wednesday, November 2





Ruth took us out this morning, we didn't have far to go. We were soon walking through Tifton, Georgia. We walked along franchise row, McDonald's, Burger King, Shoney's, etc, etc. We crossed under I-75 , it goes north to Atlanta and south to Ft. Lauderdale.
 
We used the facilities at the local Ford dealership. John knew some of the employees since he had his truck serviced there yesterday. They didn't have any donuts. On the east side of Tifton, there was a large peanut processing plant. Parked outside were the specialty wagons that peanuts are hauled in.
 
Just before we got to Brookfield, we saw a man on a tractor cutting the cotton plants that had already been picked. John said it makes it easier to plant next years cotton if this years cotton is cut down.
 
Up ahead, we saw some peanuts that had been turned over. The peanuts were drying in the sun awaiting harvest.
 
At Brookfield, we stopped at a convenience store. There were about 6 video poker machines inside with a player at each one. I didn't think these machines were legal and then I saw a sign that said, "Winners will receive store credit only, no cash paid out". 
 
Carol and Ruth were waiting at marker 18. We are about halfway through Georgia and on schedule. We have 17 more days left.
 
Today we found a Florida Gators license plate and .19 cents. Stay tuned ...


Tuesday November 1



We had a fairly late start this morning, 8:15 am. Same weather as yesterday, only more sunshine today.
 
Before long we came to a field with a crew harvesting something. John said it might be cucumbers. Being a city boy, I didn't have a clue, so I will leave it at cucumbers.
 
A few miles further, we came to several pecan trees. John started gathering as many as he could carry. I picked up about half a dozen, cracked them open and found them to be bad, so stopped my harvest. John gathered about 2 lbs. and the jury is still out as to whether or not they are any good.
 
On head we walked. A strange thing happened. As I was approaching The Soda-Pop-2 convenience store, a lady came outside, did something to the door and then went back inside. I walked up to the door and it was locked.
Locked out. John said she took one look at me and locked the door.
 
We walked on, crossed Ty Ty Creek, entered the town of Ty Ty, passed the Ty Ty post office and finally came to the Ty Ty Peanut Company.

We met Ruth just outside of Tifton, Ga. We walk through Tifton tomorrow. Besides John's pecans, we found a magnetic sign that said, "We're on our way, To watch the Gators play". In Georgia, that can get you in trouble. We also found .02 cents.
 
The mystery of the locked door at the Soda-Pop-2 is solved. I got online to find some information about Ty Ty, Georgia. I didn't find much, but I did find this headline from the Albany Tribune. "Thursday afternoon the Soda-Pop-2 convenience store on Highway 82 east, near Ty Ty, was robbed by an armed man". I wonder if he was wearing orange?
 
Stay tuned ...






Ruth took us out this morning, it was cloudy and cool, but it quickly warmed up. Before long we were walking through Sylvester, Georgia, "The Peanut Capital of the World". The good people have given themselves that name because they can raise more peanuts per acre than anyplace in the world. And if that weren't enough, it is also, "Home of Peter Pan Peanut Butter".
 
We are walking  amongst pine trees, cotton fields and peanuts. Throw in a few cow pastures.
 
There was a big cotton gin in Sylvester turning out seed less cotton. And it had plenty of cotton to gin as there were dozens of huge bales stored outside.
 
We only walked 11 miles today. We had to get back to Albany, eat lunch and move our RV's from Albany RV Resort to Pines Campground in Tifton, Georgia, our home for the next few days.
 
Today we found a bright orange baseball cap imprinted with "Live Oak Plantation", an allen wrench, a pocket knife and .18 cents. Stay tuned ...





John and I walked 12 miles to the east of Albany, Georgia yesterday. We passed by numerous cotton fields. This is harvest time for cotton. Most fields have been picked, but there are still some unpicked.
 
Besides looking at cotton fields for four hours, nothing much happened on Saturday.
 
This morning, Carol and I attended services at First Presbyterian Church of Albany, GA. John drove up to the Atlanta airport to fetch Ruth. She was in the DC area doing grandmother duty.
 
The service at First Pres. was different to say the least. Rev. Garrett J. Andrew is a young dynamic and passionate preacher. He came to this church about 3 years ago when it had less than 50 members and now, although it may still be struggling, it can boast over 200 members. It is an inner city church that struggled when the membership fled to the suburbs. Unfortunately a common story among all churches.
 
Carol and I went to the movies this afternoon and now are waiting for John and Ruth to return so that we can chow down at Golden Corral.
 
On Saturday, we didn't find anything. Stay tuned ...