My companion on the parnassus is a very good tempered red headed Irishman. Roger Mifflin is his name and he is a literary wonder. He can size up a man or woman in the blink of an eye and be able to tell just what kind of books should be in your home. He isn't a snob by any means either, if your asking for a piece of literature that is beyond your understanding he will refuse the sale and point you in the proper way so as to give you the necessary foundation preceding your request. As I alluded to earlier he is good natured and ever so talkative. But don't be deceived, those thick forearms can and will set straight an injustice. The parnassus itself is a wonder. Everything needed to support a modest way of life is there. Why you'll find anything you might need in this drawer or that specially fixed up location. Not an inch of space has gone unused and it is set up most handily. Enough, as I said before, if there wasn't some urgency in keeping my word with 2sweed, I would be most happily content riding along listening to his fascinating stories. Besides, any one who can pull over at any location to spend a night, setting up a hammock under his truck to sleep outside on nice nights, must have some good in him.
Now, back to the problem in hand.
We have driven into Ohio, and I know someone at
I think he will be able to help me out.
I say a special farewell to Mr. Mifflin and thank him for his many acts of kindness and I'm off.
Backpack in hand, my friend waits for me at the gate. He waves off the security and takes me into his office chatting along the way about the many international situations, at least in as much as he is allowed to talk about. We catch up with a small glass of well aged whiskey while preparations are being made for my "ride."
Finally, there is a knock on the door, some hushed conversations as my host is informed, all is ready.
A short walk, and there it is, my ride. Oh, she is loud and some what intimidating to look at and think of what lies ahead with her. Handshakes and a slap on the shoulder and I'm in and strapped down.
Soon I'm approached by two young men and taken into hand as they fit me out with my riding gear. It won't be long now and I'll be at the trailhead beginning another journey.
I'm told to stand third in a line of many and get myself ready we are only minutes out from a green light. Soon, as promised we have a green light and I hear a very commanding, "Go, Go, Go..."and I'm off.
I'll let you know when I make it to the trail head. I'll be there soon 2sweed! Get ready to hike!