Birds of a feather

I wake to find a that a typed letter has been slipped under the door of my room. It was written by Pierce, the fellow who'd been at the reception desk all night. What an incredible surprise! This is the first time on this trip anyone's written me a letter. It's such a valuable gift that I read it three times. Contained within he talks about how he'd enjoyed reading my blog (the whole thing), and he wondered if he could accompany me on my way into Wheeling. He mentions that he'd like to buy lunch for me.

It's wonderful to have someone walking with me and even better when that person knows some of the local history and folk lore. When Pierce brings me to a location where Meriweather Lewis had stopped for the night during a preparatory provisions run in 1803, it's like coming full circle. Yes, things are beginning to wind down for me. But there's no shortage of good people or exciting new places to experience.

Goodbye Ohio

This is purported to be the second oldest suspension bridge in the nation.

Pierce, You are a great tourguide and a marvelous friend. I hope it's not too long before your own tremendous trek starts.