Claron Twitchell

I had a warm reception at the Kansas City Temple today. My wife’s cousin Chris, who lives in the Kansas City area, made arrangements with me yesterday to meet at the temple. He arrived before I did and told the volunteer staff in the temple that I had walked from Salt Lake City to Kansas City. When I entered the temple, I was greeted with an enthusiastic, “Oh! You are the brother that walked here from Salt Lake City. We are so happy to see you!”

I had a number of people ask me to show a map of my walk. I came up with the following table of my location by date. If you click on the number of the date, it will bring up a map created using the GPS track of my route for the day. The next

I love to see the Missouri River. This photo was taken as I was crossing into the city limits my last day of walking. It was taken from the Chouteau Trafficway bridge. I am from what was called in the early 1800’s the Great American Desert. Utah is the second driest state in the USA.

It is strange sleeping in a real bed and not looking for a new place to camp each night. I got a room for four nights at the “Four Points By Sheraton Kansas City – Sports Complex” while I am waiting for my flight home to Salt Lake City.

Wow!!! I made it! September 6, 2013 is eighty-one days from starting on June 17, 2013 in Salt Lake City, Utah. I made it to my destination in Independence, Jackson County, Missouri which is next to Kansas City, Missouri. One thousand eighty-three miles of walking to honor the refugees and raise funds to help the

I took the picture just after the sun had set on Thursday of the Kansas City Temple of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. It was one of the sites that made up my final destinations of my thousand mile walk.

The mayor of Lancaster, Kansas owns an auto repair/convenience store/coffee shop along the highway in Lancaster. He let me set up my tent on his property. I went by the shop to say thanks as I was starting my walk this morning.