I walked 175 miles, from the small city of Bath Maine... well, as far as Maine is concerned Bath is a city. I walked from Bath to Boston, no there isn't a Boston in Maine, you know the one. So Where am I now? Back in Maine, the walks over, that was about a week ago. What did I see, experience, witness and learn? I'm afraid that I didn't learn much. I mean I don't regret it, it was the most amazing experience in my life. I still support the cause. Maybe the lesson was that I wasn't supposed to grow from it, that I was simply helping send a message out to help and save hundreds of people suffering in the Fukushima prefect. And yet I felt as if I was on the verge of learning something, like I was missing out on a personal lesson... like things were supposed to change and be different. And when I came back there wasn't anything different about this place. It was the same anxiety, the same madness, the same apathy and I'm caught flailing in the middle of it without knowing what my part really is in this crazy game.

There is another walk, one out in California and I feel i need to go out there. It's anti-nuclear and I guess that it's a sensible thing to support. Even though for years I leaned toward pro-nuke for energy use. Of course learning about the risks is one thing, but also learning that they have no where to put the nuclear waste and that their predictions about recycling and dismantling the waste is less that hopeful. Makes me re-analyze my previous views. So I can get behind the protest. But can I afford the plane ticket to California, yeah I think I could scrap something up, airliner fees? Yeah, that's an entirely different story. I have no idea what else they'll try to charge me for and for how much. And When I say I can afford the ticket, I'm being a bit hopeful about that, i expect it will cost me just about everything for the ticket. So forget luggage, forget that delicious although sometimes horrible airliner food. But when it is horrible, it's horribly delicious. I think I'll just go out there with the clothes on my back... though, apparently completely nude otherwise.

I went on this last walk with pretty much nothing. I gathered supplies along the way from helpful and very charitable hands. And people called me unprepared, how could I possibly be unprepared. This is my home, I was born in Duxbury Massachusetts, I have family all across New England, I know Route one from Augusta to Boston like the back of my hand. I know the back roads in central coastal Maine like the back of my hand and the streets of Boston and it's suburbs like the back of my other hand. I was born prepared. California on the other hand... yeah, never been there, don't know anyone there and I know absolutely nothing about the place. There better be a hell of a lot of charitable and helpful hands out there.