September 21st

Finally, Sunday at 1 PM the voyage began.

Chapter 2

Driving a car has always been enjoyable for me. We drove and talked and

explored some word ideas. To-day we talked about "light". We also talked

about tithing and the material I was going to write on the issue of

tithing, giving as experienced through "rethinking humanity, the ten

transformers and the medicine wheel. We explored in general with no

specific format. We decided to drive according to the light. As we

approached sundown, I decided to look for an Indian Reserve in order to

talk with an "elder" . After a lengthy, (two hours) misjudged sense of

time, we finally came upon the "Traffic Light" Arcade. The owner is

considered an elder. His name is Marty. Upon entering his store I was

greeted by Veronica who was interested in why I wanted to see Marty, on how

I had heard about him and some other minor details. After learning that

Marty was asleep, and not wanting to disturb an elder, I told Veronica why

I was there. I wanted to get the conversation going with the elders on how

to share their wisdom with the rest of the world. In Greenwich in the year

2000 as part of our Millennium Experience presentation. She embraced the

idea and took my card. I imagine we will hear about Marty again.

Leaving the Arcade, we drove for about thirty five km's and beginning to

worry about the gas situation. We noticed a bonfire at which we stopped to

catch the feeling of the night sky with all of its stars coming out just to

greet us during our voyage. The fire was tended by Dennis and his son Sam

wearing a Toronto Blue Jay Baseball hat. We were joined in before we got

to the fire by Norma and her daughter Emma, Jessica the three year old was

sleeping. We stayed for about fifteen minutes enjoying the flames the

night air and meeting new people. They home-school their children as do at

least six other families in their vicinity. They are not on the internet,

but are thinking about a computer for their children. I suggested they can

get some really good used buys down in Toronto and offered to help if I

was in town. We said our farewells and gave the children friendship

pennies to remember our visit.

On the road and running out of gas in the middle of territory unknown is

not a comfortable experience, but I had been keeping my eyes open for a

campsite for the past two and one half hours. There was a spot down past

Lang Road, just before the gas station where we got directions to go to the

Reserve. Sure enough, we found the spot, and it was better than I had

imagined. We put up the tent and went off to sleep under the stars with a

beautiful view into the star-studded night. Night was cold and

uncomfortable and very bright when the moon came out.