Thank you all for enjoying the posts entitled Traveling through the Trails, which I am now shorting it to Traveling Trails, so that I can include the title of the individual post. I have not received information of the names of any of our characters, and have not heard any suggestions either. So for now she is still this young female traveler, or immigrant, traveling with 4 or 5 male travelers hoping to make it to a better life in the United States. The question of today’s topic is, could you go with only being able to use your smart phone for only two hours or less a day?

The young travelers walked for a few hours now, not as soaked as they were after getting away from the storm. They had taken a thirty minute break not that long ago, so they were all trying to continue walking and start looking for shelter before dusk.

There had been more than a couple of night where the fellas were worrisome at the thought that darkness had fallen and they had not found a place to rest. The later the night, the scarier, when you don’t have a place to seek shelter, and the night creatures begin to howl and hunt. But they have survived through those nights and are still walking, my G-Rated friends. They have learned to work with each other to keep their group surviving. For example, only one person has their phone on a a time unless they are somewhere that they are charging their phones.

But what happens when the last person with power, loses it? It is best for each of them to remember as much as they can from the GPS and pay careful attention to their surroundings and the positions of the sun and moon, in case they get stuck in a town with a few turns that could get them lost easily. Sometimes it is just one straight and narrow path to walk for hours and hours, days upon days.

Imagine the team work that this young group displays. Could you go days without seeing your phone, connected to your networks? You should try it more than a couple of times, I would strongly suggest. Go without a phone for two or more days. It is relieving when you are in a situation where you just cannot answer your phone for days. You begin to start getting detached from it and begin to see what is in front of you, surrounding you. It has taken me time to go back to using my phone, and now that I finally got a phone to use, I have a tendency to not use it too much, like I used to.

Given the opportunity, I too have gotten hooked on my smart phone. From texting, YouTubing, social media, to do lists, phone notes, back to text or phone calls, etc. Answer emails, the customer wants a sketch, do it on my smartphone, contact client to assure orders are correct, take payment and check for customer approval of final before pickup. A magic number pops up on the time and an alarm goes off, and there I go counting the steps I take and checking the weather all on my smartphone.

These fellas have designated times when each can be on their phones. Of coarse many times a few of them cheat, and the journey continues. All of their phones are dead and they have been for none of them know how long now cause their phones are all dead. All of their belongings are still semi soaked from the morning storm they walked through. The sun was blazing hot and it was somewhere around midday she speculated to one of the guys. He asks if she thinks they will have another long walk through the night. Not tonight, she replies that she has a feeling that there will be help somewhere. The teenage boy asks from where in this empty dirt road will they get help. As they looked at the long lonely dirt road ahead, they all turned and looked at her for her reply.

They tease her asking if the person had sent her any message today and insisted to know how she knew they weren’t working through the night. She told them she did not know how and no, there was no message from the person. The teen boy started nagging about what she did not know and he was afraid they were going to walk through the night, and how he could not understand why they always follow her lead.

The sun was beginning to set and all of them were tired of walking and listening to the young man talak as they traveled down this lonely dirt road. Suddenly an old truck with an elderly man slowly drives towards them, stops and asks where they are heading. The oldest member of them steps to the window to inform the older man of where they were going. The older man informs them that he needs work done in his ranch, which was a few kilometers northwest of where they were now. They would probably have to stay a couple of nights there, in order to finish all the work needed to be done. The old man tells them not to worry because there are plenty rooms and food for them to eat. The one who talked to the old man jumped in the front seat and orders the others to jump in the back seat because they are going to go work with the guy for a couple days and they will have a place to stay.

They all jump in the back of the truck, the girl throws her bag and lays down in the middle. The others sit around her. The teen boy sat there waiting for her to say something smart to him like she always does but she was too tired to point out that she was right again. She simply closes her eyes and listens to the guys talk about what they think they will be doing and how they think it will look. Also, they were excited to lay, rest, sleep, shower, eat in a safe place for once in a long time. One of them starts asking what is the first thing that they want to do when they get there. What would you do if you have walked for weeks and weeks without stopping for a good while to shower, eat or sleep?

Traveling through the trails, now to be called Traveling Trails

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Walking through the rain – part 3

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