Day Four - Parable of the Frogs

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Well it's the 4th day and I am not dead yet but I do feel about half dead. Washington is very green, very beautiful. I have seen a lot of deer in the fields and Lori and I saw a nice herd of about 20 elk real close to the beach in Forks. I looked at the map this morning and realized I was not in Maine yet. Quite disapointing I have to say. I thougt I would be there by now. I also looked at my stomach this morning when I was getting dressed and noticed that I was still fat. Quite disappointing I must say. You would think that I would be in Excellent condition by now. But Noooooo. I can see right now this trip is not going well. 3 days of riding and no wash board abs. What's up with that? By the way -- Just for information I do try and wash up every night with my tupperware bath tub. I smell sweet as a rose all the time. You will see a photo of a racoon enclosed.

If you look closely you will see a cigaretty hanging out of his mouth. I rode by this smart looking fellow and noticed he had a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. I did NOT put it there. I just had to take a photo. One more example that "Smoking Kills". Learn your lesson if you need one before this happens to you. A few people said they might want to ride with me for a ways. I would welcome it, but you have to put at least 75 pounds on your bike or you will leave me in the dirt. I'm loaded pretty heavy, but I am sending stuff home every day. I hope I don't regret it. I dont have a spare tire so I hope I don't need one. I have one spare tube now. Im in Concrete Washington today. Hope to make New Hallam tonight. I have been looking at the menacing Cascade Mountains for 2 days now and it is time to climb them. I can hardly wait. I am pretty sure I am the missing link to evolution that everyone has been talking about for years. I can't see my but very well but I am sure it looks like a Baboon's butt. That would make me half man and half Monkey Butt. === The missing link is the butt not the skull. No wonder people couldn't figure it out. They are looking at the wrong end. A man told me about 30 minutes ago that it has been raining so hard in the mountains that a mud slide closed the highway about 50 miles ahead of me. Hopefully they will clear it out soon. It's not like I can drive around it. We'll have to see. My Butt is very very sore. My legs are sore. I think I have the flu or a bad cold or something. The stupid thing has moved down into my chest and I don't feel very good. I will live I suppose. Hopefully it will clear up soon. The last few days have been killer days for heat. I was riding on "Bike" recommended routes. No more. The highways are nice and flat. The stupid bike trails are pretty but they go up and down through every little ditch and wear me out. I will stay on the highways if possible. Some of the roads are very narrow and treacherous. I don't like riding with zero shoulder and a 3 foot staight down drop off in a ditch and all the cars honking at me to get out of the way. The big trucks go by and blow me in the ditch. No more wrecks since day 1 so that is good.
Two days ago I learned about God's "Parable of the Frogs". I assume everyone is familiar with this parable. A relatively new scripture but a good one. I was grinding my way up a hill toward Anacortes, Wa about 4 miles an hour when I spied a tiny Frog hopping into the traffic. (True Story) I passed him by thinking he will die soon. The frog was about 1/2 inch long. See photo. As I passed him he crossed the white line into the highway. Nope, I couldn't do it. I had to save him. So I stopped, turned around and picked him up and threw him of the road into a swampy area. As I got back on my bike I spotted another and another and another. I saved about 10 of them and then decided I could not save them all. As I continued to ride over the next several hundred yards, I literally say hundred and hundred of tiny frogs hopping toward the highway. Being hungry, I thought "Frog Legs" for lunch. Frog Manna from Heaven. God loved his hungry hunter/gatherer after all. I began to pick up the smashed frogs but they were too small and I quickly realized this was not going to work. Just not enough meat on those little fellows. So I rode on hollering and screaming for the frogs to get out of the highway. Did they listen? No sir. None of them. And then I realized that God gave all frogs their own "Free Agency". They could hop in the highway if they wanted to. I told them not to but they did not listen. I saved a few but I could not save them all. Too many little frogs. In the end many frogs were hopping into danger and to their death. God just let them do it. He had to. They had their own Frog Agency to do as they wished and neither I nor God could fix it. We just had to let them go. So in the end frogs are like people. You sometimes just have to let frogs and people do their thing. Some will learn. Some will listen. Some will hop to safety, and some will get smashed. That is the parable of the frogs. I never saw so many little frogs. I don't know why they were there, but it was interesting. I guess they were just teaching me the gospel. I am trying to find some suntan lotion. I dropped mine this morning apparently. I stopped at a gas station and they wanted $10 for a small tube. I'll burn in the sun for that price. (Interjection by Kalia: think of the parable of the frog dad...will you learn?) I'll try and find some later. A little burn will go nice with my cold and sore butt and legs and aching neck. Well I will keep on trucking. Don't know what else to do. I have been whining a lot lately but I have no sympathy for whiners so my whining just falls on deaf ears. I will just keep on riding at my blazing speed of 4 miles an hour. Later, Thanks for giving me moral support. Sore Butt Dan