Long-distance hikers often speak of "trail magic," which we could describe as serendipitous encounters with kind strangers. Well, I have experienced my own share of "road magic" in the six weeks or so since my walk started.

Today was an example.

I walked into a church right before the service, and met the priest. It turned out to be a little boy's baptism. His mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother were all baptized at that church. The priest pointed out my presence during the announcements, and told the congregation what I'm doing. I talked to the kid's parents after the service, and took pictures. "A story to tell the boy," the mom said. It was an honor being there. Afterwards, the priest bought me lunch at a nearby Cracker Barrel.