I actually slept pretty well in the shower room and headed over to the main office in the morning. Breakfast was waiting in the cafeteria. Mr. James Brown was in a meeting and I realized it was 9 am not 8 am due to the time change. Fortunately the people in the cafeteria were nice enough to box up and save a breakfast for me. After eating my rubber keash and cereal I was finally on the road. I tend to move slowly when I don’t have set housing and no particular city to reach. Today was one of those days. An old dictionary lay on the side of the road and I ripped out a page from the H section. I read the whole thing. Reading a random page from the dictionary is kind of like run camping. When run camping you never know where you’re going to end up: a wild life refuge, a fancy hotel, a shower room etc. Even though the words are alphabetized, you still get some random meanings from the funny looking Heron bird to Herodias. The story goes that Herodias was married to King Herod’s brother before King Herod married her. John the Baptist told them this was wrong and that made Herodias have some sort of grudge against the guy. Long story short, John’s head ends up on a plate. You can read about it in the book of Matthew or the H section of the dictionary.
There have been an increasing amount of horses along the road. I don’t know if they are wild or not but they usually appear to be. They often run in groups, and it’s quite a sight to see them thundering along over the wide open ranges with painted mountains as their back drop. From watching the black stallion movies, I always thought it was a bit ridiculous that a group of horses would have a leader but sure enough if you sit there and watch them you can usually pick out the head horse. I still can’t believe how far you can see out here in the West. This place is huge! It’s a far cry from the tight knit north-woods of Wisconsin.
I didn’t think there was anything in Red Mesa, but apparently a four corners area clinic serving the Navajo People had sprung up due to some government influence. I almost got to stay in an EMT holding room, but the right papers were not signed in time and I found myself in the parking lot of a closed clinic at night talking to security. Fortunately they were very helpful and set out to ask a few people that lived in the Government housing if I could stay with them.