Publisher's Synopsis
When you join your author on this travel journey (six years in the making), you'll be taken to locales and concepts possibly new to you or at depths you've never experienced before, giving you a better appreciation of your own worth and the worth of others. Here's some of what's in store for you:
Cutting corners to extend travel or make it less taxing on your wallet, over 200 photos, ghosts, a shaman, bears/deterrents, bizarre religious philosophy, time warps, guardian angels, being struck by lightning, life with Eskimos, a Mexican divorce, close calls with rattlesnakes, forbidden love affairs, keeping promises, flying bulldogs, luck versus God's invisible helping hand, a testicle festival, a moose thanking a beaver, Wild Bill's pistol, Sitting Bull's tomahawk, oxygen deprivation or high mountain hysteria, optical illusions and an audio mirage, dry rain, a portable laundromat, Eskimo penicillin, and a biker terrorized by a cow, but that's not all. So, join me on my solo 10,060 mile, 30-day trip by minivan from Western Maryland to Yellowknife, Canada. 80% of this book's profits will be given to the kids at Wounded Knee and the St. Jude Children's Research Hospital. Excerpts from The End of the Road (One Man's Journey Into and Outside of Himself):- ... my Eskimo friend told me that he couldn't read or write, he could only see, speak, and hear.
- When we do it, we call it Manifest Destiny. When other countries do it, we call it genocide or Holocaust.
- I think the Native Americans missed the boat when they made him [Custer] a martyr. I think their purposes would have better been met had they captured him and just gave him a good spanking.
- ...what would you say to people today if they just walked into your house and claimed it, the food in your freezer, and oh yea, they want your car, too.
- Does God have a thankless job? First of all, He probably sees it more like a hobby than a job... let's not do that to Him. I think He's earned more "at-a-boys" than we give Him. So, get with the program.
- Left alone, I said a prayer for all of those people lying below my feet. I prayed that their death had come swift and whisked them away to a land of freedom, abundance, and peace as they had once shared briefly so long ago.
- The cooing or wailing stopped abruptly when I reached the coffin.
- I found out way prior to this trip that age does help with a certain degree of comfort between the sexes. I guess the young girls figure out real soon that, "Hell, I can outrun this one!"
