We left Denver late last night. After the atrocity of a roll call, we felt like we had to leave. Of course after the vote was shut down after New York, my vote, my work in NC, my part in the democratic process was completely subverted (NC comes directly after NY alphabetically). We drove north hoping to revitalize ourselves by getting away from the corrupt politicians and among those who are supposed to run this country, the American people. We arrived late in Cheyenne, around 11pm. We were depressed, confused, and not sure where to go from here. The fact that the temps dropped to near freezing only added to the dark atmosphere. But then we awoke to the most beautiful sunrise coming up over the plains.
Cheyenne Sunrise
As Riverdaughter mentioned in her post, now we must move on. This is just the beginning for PUMA, and we have a lot of work to do. We are going to shower and head out to South Dakota, site of Hillary’s last stand. We feel like our journey is just beginning too, so I hope everyone stays tuned for updates as we continue our trek across the country. We are also very interested in exploring some of the Native American culture in SD, and possibly find out how we can make the PUMA our totem or spirit guide. If anyone is familiar with the peoples and cultures we might encounter, please leave a us a comment. Finallly, I’ll leave you now with a song of hope that has always given me strength when it seemed like the worst had come to pass. And just like the song says, “Here comes the sun and I say it’s alright…”.
crossposted at The Confluence
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