|John Logan just outside of Fairbanks in 1939 on his way to Seattle. Most of that equipment was dumped before the end of the week|
Years ago, my Uncle John sent me his favorite prayer. I'm sure he said a lot of prayers when he and Slim Williams rode, pushed, pulled and carried their motor cycles from Fairbanks to Seattle in 1939. This may have been one of them. I keep it up on my bulletin board.
Here's how it goes.
So far today, Lord, I've done alright. I haven't gossiped, haven't lost my temper, haven't been greedy, nasty, selfish, or over-indulgent. I'm very thankful for that. But in a few minutes, Lord, I'm going to get out of bed. And from then on, I'm probably going to need a lot more help.
|"The dog is on the right." John Logan's note on the back of this photo taken after a couple of months on the trail from Fairbanks to Seattle in 1939. Compared to the softie on the motorcycle at the top of the page, he looks like a wolf.|