yvalker (Melbourne2Mapoon): Day 12 (from Charters)

Monday 19 August 2024

Day 12 (from Charters)

Monday 19 Aug 2024,

The trolley is to be picked up by Haley & her crew tomorrow morning at ~5:55am at Room 1 of the Three Rivers Hotel. I'll try to take off then too to give myself a chance of making extra km’s tomorrow without the trolley.

Yup, it happens.They arrive, all pick up the trolley, and tie it in to the truck for me. Here they are, with the trolley up in the back of the truck behind them, (from the left, Marcus, Haley, Tom, & Riley,

all intrepid workers at the Condon contract mustering mob. Thanks folk. Thanks too, Mr.Condon for your support through their efforts.

Shortly after, I take off eating a can of chunky beef soup as breaky, wake goodbye to Elias who is opening up the servo in the corner, and “We’re off!” (& in that moment, of waving to Elias and turning to walk onto the highway, a change in perspective happens inside me with a change from a "Left" Hemisphere's way of using language and seeing the world, to a "Right" one. (Too much to explain here, but over a cuppa or a cold one it might work)

First sign of the trip ahead:

Well, CMA members, I got to Hill-Top but I haven’t seen “the glove” to wave to ( or the tip sign) Maybe I was looking down at my phone as I passed it, writing up the mornings events. I hope you don’t feel disrespected Ron (was it you?). ( Or maybe it’s yet to come?)

It sure was yet to come…but the glove - ah

could not descry, or somehow uncover.

So waved I backwards at the town & folks

who’d welcomed me (including you three blokes).

I’m off today! Some think that’s always true.

But they might also think that about you.

And what we say’s not big. It’s what we do,

that flies the flag of fake, or what's true blue.

I hope we meet again, & know we could.

Of all that ranges between “N” & “P”

you’ll find the range that starts with O quite good

for finding walkers, talkers, even me.

And someone’s got my phone number, I'm sure!

There’s one or two of you, as well as “Mike”,

who comes from Greenvale, & who’s age is more

like all of yours. Just drive, instead of hike.

This morning, a poem is drawn out [following & forming (simultaneously) the thread] as part of my road-work: P i l g r i m ROAD-WORK.

After a break with my feet up, and before I get onto the road again, at 1:15pm who should be travelling past (the opposite way to me) but George, my lunch provider ~four days ago, on his way back to Charters Towers.. He sees me as he passed, slows down, stops, (backs up?) gets out, I realize it's him, and he sets up a sumptuous feast on a table under a tree,

and we take off where we left off…

at 3pm, we head off in different directions, but glad of our amazing similarities and differences. And richer for the time together. Thanks for making that work George! And thanks to who made George work so well. Thanks to this amazing ecosystem of contributors…

Around 4:30pm I come across this sign, on my right:

a sign of something that divides the Eastern shores from the hinterland. I think I might be back here on the Great Dividing Range if I get to the Atherton table-land.

About 5:30pm, before sunset I get to the trolley. Yee Har!...

Rats! ….

The front towing assemblage has broken though, and it only tows for 20m then the body is dragging on the front wheels. It needs three welds, (or tech. screws etc).. Either back in Greenvale, or forward at the Oasis Roadhouse… I don’t have any phone reception.

Trolley problems

Above, after the green tow handle, the grey/brown bar under the yellow cup, is horizontal when it works.

Above, the two pressed steel legs and the central round pivot point are normally vertical.. and the flat iron going backwards from the bottom of the pivot point should go on an angle up. It has snapped, and needs welding.

Above, the flat iron to the left of my finger needs to be bent back horizontal and welded to a piece of flat iron now slightly behind it. None should be too difficult for a reasonable welder. I am only a bush (stick) welder, who needs to grind back half of my work and fill it in again, but could possibly do it - then again, I didn’t bring a portable welder… they are pretty heavy.

Creative mateship, my walking partner, this is over to you! Though I suppose I can look out for the truck that dropped it off for me. They will probably be coming back after sunset. They might know welders around in Greenvale, or the Oasis Roadhouse? Or maybe they could give me a lift back, and then maybe back in the morning… or collect it again in the morning from here, then gently place it at the Oasis Roadhouse, & I'll see what I can sort out tomorrow arvo, when I walk there. What an adventure!

Dan Condon was driving the truck, and stopped to talk. They’d had some difficulties today too. Yup he was pretty sure that the Oasis Roadhouse would have a welder, and the Condon truck could still drop the trolley off there for me in the morning. Thanks, you legends!

I’ll sort out something there at the Oasis, you folk have helped. And I’m glad of that. (Everything has a use-by date, well a life-time. And trolleys are no different)

Right here is where I'll camp for the night.

That’s the full moon. (I've got the tent inside out to dry the inside off a bit. I’m about to turn it back the right way.)

Good night

No comments:

miss ta walker?

The good that Jesus Christ called “God”

through hell & high water,

is walking, and has always trod

with his people, they’re his daughter.

It’s like there are two kinds of folk

who live throughout the Earth

- and I don’t mean the “sheila” / “bloke”

dichotomy, for what it’s worth –

I mean the kind who’re “open up”

to what they were made for:

it doesn’t matter: tiny bub,

or a hundred in the shade, for

they’re like God’s kids, his child-er-en,

his own daughter or son,

whether new-born, or two, or ten,

he loves them (and he’ll discipline

-not in that harsh, embittered way-

but still enough to learn

the worth of all they do or say;

they learn respect, and they won’t “turn-

-on ya”, and then just be diff’rent,)

they get God’s character!

They’re “open up” to love and when’t

causes pain, they still barrack ta

see it win. They have confidence

and know the mys-stur-y

of love that is it’s one defence,

won’t throw it out for just what’s seen!

These folk come in shapes and sizes,

cultures - all seem diff’rent,

but the thing that each one prizes:

's what eternity’s culture’s meant!

It means that power and glory are

by God owned, and on loan,

instead of them being "The STAR”,

they want God’s light of love more shown!

The others have already died,

some grieving has been done;

but plans of God are now being tried

to raise them up, each one.

Mean-while God’s still brooding, weaving,

walking throughout his world.

“Looks” have often been deceiving,

half (his grieving) has not been told!

Jesus told us his secret plan:

to hide within the weak,

the smallest, slowest, of human-

-ity’s face, is from where he’d peak.

We’re used to looking up to ’mpress

not down to beneath us;

so he who’s real, to real-ly bless

uses this ruse to bequeath us

his blessed image growing up

within our hearts & minds

and beings, that by showing up

will rule his world in ways divine.

I want to give more airplay to

the stories of these ones

who let God look on this world through

the eyes of his daughters and sons.

I want to walk just as he walks

I want to see as he,

to listen as he does (and talks),

let his story be told in me!

And to this goal I know I’ll slow

-ly keep on moving too;

a walker only, but I’ll go

on day-by-day walking with you.

Not only with self-discipline,

but with your true coaching,

one day, I’ll be the kind of man

that can handle man’s reproaching,

or human praise, and not become

sep-ar-a-ted from you,

and your care, in that christened ONE,

who walked the dusty streets then too.

Please now again, as long ago,

come walking in some skin

and bones, and let me see, please show

your world to me from eyes within.

Mentioning Models/ Motivations

Below is a reason, model or motivation (or two) for my walking. Some are contradictory, but may still never-the-less be achieved on a given walk; e.g. times of solitude, time connecting deeply with others may both be achieved on a walk with breaks in it & with options like establishing a daily rhythm of silence for the first hour on the trail of each day.

. The sound of the LORD God going for a walk in the cool of the evening. (on hearing which, Adam & Eve after their disobedience, instead of joyously joining in, went & hid. This was a sign of their real, previous, death. They were now in reality "The Walking Dead")

. Adam & Eve sent out of the Garden Paradise, to the East, to till the soil from which they had been made; & the son of Adam (Cain) being sent as a “wanderer East of Eden”. (cf Nerida’s sheepdog story) . Enoch, about a 7th descendant of Adam, even after the great disobedience, the death of humanity, who “walked with God for 300 yrs.” . Terah & his son Abram, are wandering Arameans given a command by God, to go somewhere in particular - along the lines of their current desires/dreams, though not in line with slumping into doing nothing. This response to God’s command turned their wandering into purposive action; it meant Abe was travelling until God told him to stop. Then Abram travelled down to Egypt & back, (to escape a drought), & was then told by God to walk through-out the land, to see where his descendants would be inheriting, “because I am going to give it all to you”. God seems to be into inheritances, gifts that you will pass on to others, where you can rejoice in someone-else’s delight. . Jacob, walks off hundreds of km. to run from his brother's vengeance, to his old relatives & safety, with nothing but a walking stick, & returns >7 years later with a whole family. . The “Exodus”- the WAY out of slavery in Egypt, & into being a free people under God in their own land. Normally a trip that took less than 2 weeks, but for them took 40 yrs, while they waited for everyone (almost; with 2 exceptions) to die, before the new Nation entered it’s promised land. . Immediately after their exit from Egypt, this people were to walk for three days into the desert to worship the Creator Spirit there. It was here that Moses was then told to walk up a mountain that was to all appearances undergoing a volcanic eruption, where he stayed for over a month, receiving the insight of the Ten Words as part of the Stipulations of a Covenant the Creator Spirit was making with this people. But “to whom much is given, much will be required”. Alongside awesome blessings for keeping their part of this Covenant, the people agreed to (about 9) awful curses if they did not. . Jesus saying to the 12 "Come & follow me", then through all the towns of Galilee heralding the announcement of the Emperor's coming near. . Jesus sending his 12, then the 70 (or 72), out in pairs, to cover all the towns where he was about to go (with no provisions). . The 12 disciples' trip to Galilee (after the resurrection), to meet up with Jesus, & get their new marching orders. . Jesus sending the 120 (10x12?) out accross the earth (into all the world) to make disciples of Jesus as God's Christ + Phillip with the Ethiopian Official.

The Israelites were not the only people to be given a land by the Creator Spirit, but (a remnant of) their oral & written histories have probably been best kept. The blueprint for the bones of an ideal society given to this fledgling nation involved whole communities travelling every year, the length & breadth of their country (admittedly smaller than Tazzy) to a central Temple to (not fake-worship & fake-serve another human peer, but to) truly-worship the great King who actually made all the land (as well as the sea, sky & stars in the wondrous universe given humanity). They walked as pilgrims, singing psalms of ascent, camping overnight, continuing on in the mornings until they arrived (admittedly nowhere was more than a few hundred kilometres from “the Temple in Zion”). This same people, within half a millenium of entering the land, were all walking barefootedly from Israel & their beautiful Temple, as captives & slaves (once again) to Exile in Babylon. The prophets of the Creator Spirit had warned them about reaping what they sowed, about God not being mocked & about his hatred of hypocritical “worship bands”, and these covenant reinforcement mediators invoked the covenental “curses” on this rebellious & headstrong adolescent nation. [though often with a strange edge of future hope for a remnant, who would be faithful] About a hundred years after the Exile of the Israelites of the Southern Israelite kingdom (Judah), the current ruling Emperor, Cyrus the Persian, & the next Emperor(s), in a bid to keep good with “The God of Heaven”, send a delegation of these people (from a few of the 12 tribes which together had made up the Israelite nation in it’s heyday under King David & his son Solomon) back to Jerusalem in their homeland, & to the work of rebuilding the city’s protective wall & it’s Temple. This journey is in hopeful “fear & trepidation”. Yeshua, as a baby, is carried to Egypt (& back) by his parents, to escape from the Emperor's representative in that area: "King Herod". Jesus travels back to Jerusalem's temple after the 40 days in the desert. Jesus being filled with the Spirit at his baptism & then sent out into the desert for 40 days [without food (& water?)] Jerusalem Jews (under Saul of Tarsus, after Steven's Stoning) travelling through the Empire. Franciscan Monks Celtic Monks Pilgrims in Spain

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Day 12 (from Charters)

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