A Little Drizzle, a Little Misery, Some Perspective
My night in the Butler’s Quarters at the Beall Mansion was delightful, and my next day begins with a drizzly ride down the Great River Trail along the Mississippi as I leaveÂ AltonÂ and begin my journey through Illinois. Eventually I find my way along several miles of theÂ Madison County Transit Nickel Plate TrailÂ throughÂ Edwardsville.
The morning drizzle is light, but continues to get heavier all the way toÂ Alhambra, where I transition from the trail over to the highway for the final miles of the day. It’s a miserable ride though the cold rain, making my room at the B&B inÂ GreenvilleÂ even more inviting.
This chapter in Pilgrim Spokes allowed me to do a little storytelling of a winter night in the mountains of Arkansas from years ago, when Bubba and me got our 18-wheeler stuck high on a mountain and survived freezing rain and a long walk out. I also explore that whole “the darkness defines the light” thing, or maybe something more like “it’s only through misery that we can truly appreciate joy.”
Best summed up, I suppose, in this quote that I include in the book:
The lust for comfort murders the passions of the soul. Â ~Khalil Gibran