This morning I got a ride from Belgrade to the intersection of I-90 and U.S. 287 near Three Forks, Montana. I walked north on U.S. 287 for two or more miles and saw this concrete culvert in the distance. Since I didn't get much sleep the night before (I slept in a gravel pit), I thought that I would roll out my sleeping bag inside the culvert and take a nap out of the sun.
I walked down into the ditch, stepped into the culvert and saw these boots laying on the concrete slab. The boots I had been wearing were really wore out, torn up, had lots of holes in them--my left boot had some duct tape on it holding it together--they looked more like glorified sandals than boots.
I put down my backpack, took off my old boots and put on my new boots. They were pretty tight-fitting--but they looked virtually brand new with a little dried mud on the soles.
I thanked the Lord for the new boots and rolled out my sleeping bag on the concrete slab. I took a nap for almost an hour and then loaded up my backpack and hit the road.
I walked north for half a mile and put down my backpack on the side of the road. This guy picked me up and took me to Townsend where he dropped me off and gave me a loaf of bread. I was very grateful.
