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      • The Holladay Overland Stage: 1 – The Central Route
      • The Overland Stage – 2 Company Operations
      • The Overland Stage – 3 Exploring The Route – An Overview
      • The Overland Stage: 4 – South Platte/Julesburg/Ft Sedgwick
        • Jack Slade
      • The Overland Stage: 5 – Julesburg to Junction Station (aka Ft Morgan)
      • The Overland Stage: 6 – Junction Station to Latham
      • The Overland Stage: 7 – Latham Crossing to Fort Collins
      • The Overland Stage: 8 – LaPorte to Virginia Dale
      • The Overland Stage: 9 – Virginia Dale to Cooper Creek
      • The Overland Stage: 10 – Cooper Creek to Pass Creek
        • Fletcher Family
      • The Overland Stage: 11 – Pass Creek to Bridger Station
      • The Overland Stage: 12 – Bridger Pass to Duck Lake
      • The Overland Stage: 13 – Duck Lake to LaClede
      • The Overland Stage: 14 – LaClede to Almond
      • The Overland Stage: 15 – Almond to Rock Springs
      • The Overland Stage: 16 – Rock Springs to Fort Bridger
      • The Overland Stage: 17 – Fort Bridger to Weber Station

I find I don’t wish to explore new lands, but to explore again those I have already passed through, trying to see what I’d missed in the first hectic rush … Gerard Van der Leun

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Ten Rules for Living the Good Life

The New American Digest Posted on October 23, 2025 by jdOctober 23, 2025

from a jd comment

by LTC Roy E. Peterson

You must make peace with your own past.
_Construct a mental suture
with timeless thread and mercy’s needle,
_Then focus on your future.

What other people think of you
_you never will control.
If truly bad, then prove them wrong
_For peace within your soul.

The only person who’s in charge
_of happiness is you.
It matters not what others think,
_or what they say and do.

You can’t compare your life to others,
_Not knowing what they’ve gone through.
What you can do is be supportive
_with friendship that is true.

Time heals almost everything,
_Focus on what’s ahead.
Keep only those good memories,
_Replay them in your head.

Stop overthinking all life’s problems
_Answers are everywhere.
Use more than one source to tackle them
_Then make a choice aware.

Your smile should be your asset.
_There is no cause to frown.
You don’t own all the world’s problems.
_They’ll only get you down.

Be kind and thoughtful to those you meet
_that’s the way to start.
Just one kind act that you have done
_affects all human hearts.

Be thankful for all that you have
_it could be less, you know.
Don’t be Comparison’s poor slave
_Let satisfaction show.


LTC Roy E. Peterson, US Army Military Intelligence and Russian Foreign Area Officer (Retired) has published more than 6,200 poems in 88 of his 112 books. He has been an Army Attaché in Moscow, Commander of INF Portal Monitoring in Votkinsk, first US Foreign Commercial Officer in Vladivostok, Russia and Regional Manager in the Russian Far East for IBM. He holds a BA, Hardin-Simmons University (Political Science); MA, University of Arizona (Political Science); MA, University of Southern California (Int. Relations) and MBA University of Phoenix. He taught at the University of Arizona, Western New Mexico University, University of Maryland, Travel University and the University of Phoenix.

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Fall In The San Juans

The New American Digest Posted on October 23, 2025 by DTOctober 22, 2025

I was up with a buddy at the old Ruby Trust Mine a few miles outside and uphill from Ouray, Colorado when a minor storm passed over. Coming downhill, the clouds were breaking up showing one of the season's first snows high up. The aspens were still in transition here at roughly 10,500 ft but it won't be long before they begin to look more like bare white sticks when the brilliant foliage turns from green to yellow to brown to gone. The tallest peaks in the background top 13,000 ft. The location is near the ghost town of Sneffles and the Revenue Mine. (The location of the Ruby Trust as marked on Giggle Maps does not appear to be correct)

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Gerard Van der Leun
12/26/45 - 1/27/23


Gerard's Last Post
(posthumous): Feb 4, 2023
"So Long. See You All a Little Further Down the Road"

When my body won’t hold me anymore
And it finally lets me free
Where will I go?
Will the trade winds take me south through Georgia grain?
Or tropical rain?
Or snow from the heavens?
Will I join with the ocean blue?
Or run into a savior true?
And shake hands laughing
And walk through the night, straight to the light
Holding the love I’ve known in my life
And no hard feelings

Avett Brothers - No Hard Feelings

The following was posted along with the announcement of Gerard's passing.
Leonard Cohen - Going Home

For a 2005 interview with Gerard


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Most Recent Comments

  1. jean on Death After Dying…November 9, 2025

    DT your words are often inspiring.

  2. ghostsniper on Train To NowhereNovember 9, 2025

    We got snow!!! It's that BIG granular type, like ice crystals. Started about 2pm today and is going on still…

  3. ghostsniper on Train To NowhereNovember 9, 2025

    Atta boy! You're catchin' on. The gov't doesn't do anything without some sort of catch. While we didn't accept any…

  4. Mary Ann on Death After Dying…November 9, 2025

    Jean, mine only made it a year after Mom. That was 26 years ago.

  5. DT on Train To NowhereNovember 9, 2025

    Take the money. You did earn it. Look at it as a tax refund. (though I suspect the IRS will…


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Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
I'm not sleepy
and there ain't no place I'm goin' to

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning,
I'll come followin' you

Take me for a trip upon
your magic swirling ship
All my senses have been stripped
And my hands can't feel to grip
And my toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'

I'm ready to go anywhere,
I'm ready for to fade
Unto my own parade
Cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it


Men who saw night coming down about them could somehow act as if they stood at the edge of dawn.


From Gerard's site. The picture always caught my eye.

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