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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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Should I Even Share This?

The New American Digest Posted on May 10, 2026 by DTMay 10, 2026

But Gerard got personal at times and, since he's (sometimes) my inspiration, I'll put this up and y'all can think what you will. I don't deny I'm a crazy SOB.

I had a very vivid dream last night: I was working at my computer like I often do. This wasn't a distorted dream - unlike many dreams, everything appeared real and rational. Even after I woke up, for that first split-second I wondered how I got back to bed from my office.

The way I sit in my office, my monitors block my view of the door.

I heard the door open, and felt someone gently squeeze my toes sticking out from under my desk. I looked up and saw Jan standing back up. Now I don't often catch names in dreams ... but no doubt this was Jan; her name was even spoken. Didn't even think how strange it was that she'd show up in my office.

I jumped up and we hugged each other as one would hug a close friend that hadn't been seen for 50 years; for that matter, 1976 may be the last time I saw her ...

Jan was a beautiful 21yo redhead. I was never certain - even now - if we were ever "boyfriend & girlfriend". We dated a lot, we had good times together -- I don't remember why we just ... stopped. I don't remember "love" being any part or promise either. I was once a redhead as well and one of the things I remember about our relationship - if that's what it was - is that I shouldn't date redheads. But I really, really liked Jan. I don't recall anything that hints she didn't feel the same way about me. That was 1974/75 or thereabouts.

Why such a vivid dream - that still sticks in my mind long after most dreams fade into nothingness?
I haven't thought about Jan in decades; she wasn't "the one" that got away.

I can hear her voice even as I write this.

So I popped onto this magic box and did a Duckduckgo search. Wonder what she's up to?

And there was her obituary from 2022. She died of cancer of some sort.
I'm open to things we can't explain - was it Jan's spirit that visited me last night?
I'd like think it was and that she still remembered me - not unfondly.

Rest in peace, Jan ...

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Green Drake Mayfly

The New American Digest Posted on May 10, 2026 by DTMay 10, 2026

from John

Called them fishflies. Used to catch those things by the score and put them into jars. Took a while to realize they died overnight because that's about how long they live.

Thanks for the photo John

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Lizard On Rock

The New American Digest Posted on May 10, 2026 by DTMay 9, 2026

Someplace. NV, UT, ID, AZ ...
Someplace.

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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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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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