Once past Newport, I found myself dodging road apples strewn up the shoulder of the highway. Strange. I hadn’t noticed any horse farms and some of these road biscuits looked poppin’ fresh! And it went on for miles throughout the day.
Next morning, same thing...horse hockey dodge ball. I couldn’t imagine how all this horse poo got on the shoulder of the road without so much as a whif of an actual horse.
Then all the sudden, up from behind, came clickety-clack, clickety-clack! I spun around and grinned. What a sight...a lovely, shiney black horse pulling a buggy full of children. I stepped into the weeds to give them passage and waved.
The driver, a long-bearded man in a wide brimmed hat, waved back. The woman sitting next to him, along with all the children, wore crisp bonnets. The buggy was wooden and sqare with lights afixed to the sides. It rattled like a crate held together with giant bobby pins.
Throughout the morning I encountered several more. Mystery solved!
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.