I arrived in Nevada night before last. Yesterday morning, after doing laundry and tidying up a bit, I set out on U.S. Hwy 50 to find Grey Wolf. Sure enough, about half-way between Eureka and Austin, I spotted a tattered 1966 Beechwood motorhome followed by a small caravan headed East. By the time I’d gotten turned around to follow them, they’d stopped for eggs at a farm alongside the road.
Though we’d never met before, it was like meeting old friends. I pulled off the road next to them, jumped out of Max and introduced myself to Grey Wolf and his team. They welcomed me with friendly smiles and I followed them to their camp at the Petroglyph Recreation Area just a few miles from where I’d found them. They showed me where to set up camp and we spent the afternoon chatting, hiking trails, exploring the petroglyphs and sharing dinner together.
And just like that, I’m now walking Across America with Grey Wolf and his team.
This is not the sort of walk across America where the goal is not necessarily to arrive from point A to point B. It’s a new lifetyle, for now, where walking allows time and space to meet the ground and the sky, and the people who dwell in between; and through the process, introduce America to Natural Law.