Walk To Rivendell" aka "The Eowyn Challenge"

[Araréiel]

My boyfriend did 18 freaking miles today. It kind of sucks when you live 3 miles from the train, and your work is another 2 miles from the train on the other end. A mile to the other train to get to the town with your old post office box, 4 miles from that train to the post office, 4 back, another mile between trains, 3 miles from the other train home. This is because out car blew chunks last week and he has to get his paycheck for us to buy a new one. And, as luck would have it, the check wasn't there. It's 11:30pm and he just walked in the door not 10 minutes ago. He did another 5.5 yesterday (took the bus to the train, but had to go somewhere before home). This is what the challenge said for him for yesterday and today's walking for him:

You have walked 23.5 miles.
You have passed Green Hill Country (18).
[color=blue]You are only 3.5 miles from Black Rider Stopping Place.[/color]
You still have 434.5 miles to Rivendell.

After some time they crossed the Water, west of Hobbiton, by a narrow plank-bridge. The stream was there no more than a winding black ribbon, bordered with leaning alder-trees. A mile or two further south they hastily crossed the great road from the Brandywine Bridge; they were now in the Tookland and bending south-eastwards they made for the Green Hill Country. As they began to climb its first slopes they looked back and saw the lamps in Hobbiton far off twinkling in the gentle valley of the Water. Soon it disappeared in the folds of the darkened land, and was followed by Bywater beside its grey pool. When the light of the last farm was far behind, peeping among the trees, Frodo turned and waved a hand in farewell.

[Anorial]

Ala, that was beautiful....made me cry like the movie Congrats on reaching Mordor and finally "throwing in the ring"!

[Lyta_Underhill]

Many congratulations to Alatariel! Praise her with great praise! Now, let's have an Eagle in there to get her out before Orodruin blows! I've really enjoyed your closely written narratives, Alatariel; you must really have walked in two worlds down there in "Moria!" That's as Elvish as it gets, if you take my meaning!

I have been somewhat delayed by the wretchedly hot weather here and have made it 1113 miles, just past the Brown Lands (a thousand thanks to Mr. Barrow-Wight for the extended Walk to Parth Galen tool!) I was only estimating before! Strangely enough, I noticed Merry and Pippin looking for something on the Eastern shore...naaah! That can't be right! But they sure are interested in something!

The heat has been oddly hot, seeing as how far to the north I am, but a mere tripe digit temperature does not hinder me, especially not with a good supply of water.

Saraphim, you are hardier than I, and congratulations on making Weathertop! The heat has kept me from walking quite as much as I want to, and also the eternal Jokester in the Sky has seen fit to dump inches upon inches of rain in my area, usually at the precise time I schedule my walks (anywhere from 5-7 p.m. Central US time). As a rebellious act, I decided to walk at 10:30 a.m.! Mistake! The humidity here in Southern Middle Tennessee is about 1000%, AND it was 90 degrees plus! Translation...I was flattened before I could finish 4 miles! Luckily, my water bottle saved me, but only just barely!

The narrow strip of almost-pavement/gravel I walk down every day is a medium grey color, and I can imagine it to be like the winding course of the Anduin (or perhaps the Mississippi) . On a few days, I haven't had to imagine. Water runs freely over the thin road and into the riverlike ditches on either side (where there are ditches, that is!). It has been a wet summer indeed, and a long, hot, humid road. I'm considering walking at night again, except for the fact that a VERY LARGE animal tore up part of a building that is about 250 yards from where I live, and I'm still not sure if it was a mad coyote or even a bear! (One can only hope it would be more Beorn-like... It had very large paws, not unlike a very large dog, and it must have very large teeth. Well, the upshot is, my knife, sword and stick are not enough for something like that, and perhaps I should carry a .44 magnum too! Can we say Dirty Harry in Middle Earth? "This is Anduril, the most powerful sword in the world..." OK, I'm getting silly now, so I'll stop!

I have not posted very much lately also because I've been playing Samwise, as I do every summer, but it has been a race to save the garden from rotting from all the rain! I'm sure I'll either be burned beyond recognition or "nut-brown" like Sam by August. I just hope I'll have some tomatoes and peppers to show for it!

Bye now, and happy trails to all!
Cheers!
Lyta

[Anorial]

Hi Nurumaiel, I noticed you were on and I checked the first page. I'm not on there anymore....how come? I'm at 234 miles.
Cheers!
Anorial

[Nurumaiel]

Hello there, Anorial. I lost track of where the list was when the three WtR pages were combined into one. I do believe I'll just post a new list instead of editting the old post... unless I can find the old post... *looks helplessly at the 34 pages to search through*

Ala, we really do need to find those Eagles to save you. That was truly a lovely post.

[Anorial]

Hi Nurumaiel, I was stubborn and kept searching....I found it on page 25 and lo and behold, I'm on that list!
Happy trails,
Anorial