I hung out in the courtyars and made a few ohone calls. I called the Highway Department and told them where I had to abandon the buggy. I also called a bunch of St. Vincent de Paul locations hoping they might have a baby stroller to donate.
No success. I felt stuck. I didn’t even have a back pack to keep going. I was dehydrated. I needed something to haul water too. I drink at least two gallons a day. I hung out by the church and contemplated what to do. I was out of rhythm.
I met Maria! She staffs a day care in town! I was walking by on the sidewalk, and decided to ask if they might have a stroller. Something clicked in Maria’s head, they did! Another woman named Juanita gave me a small bag to carry things. They were interested in the journey. Maria told me she gave me the stroller in the name of God!
Just past 3 I retrieved my gear from under the bleachers. I ate an MRE and did a complete inventory of everything I had. Then I downsized. I ditched most clothes, the sleeping bag, half my toiletries, a spare set of hanmock straps, anything that was heavy. I loaded the stroller: a near empty gallon of water, a solar charger, a cooler with gear and toiletries, the last MRE, a couple cans of tuna and the hammock kit. I used the bag Juanita gave me and made a little BOB area on the cage.
I got a phone call from a woman named Irma at St. Vincent de Paul. She told me they didnt have any baby strollers at the moment, but if I made it to the store location they might be able to help me with other things I needed. With the little stroller as my foundation, I made my way across town.
I found a high school. I wandered around and found a place to camp by the tennis courts. I didn’t have my sleeping bag. Even at night it gets cool. I was able to hang my hammock along a fence. I slept good!