I am the asker of the Stupid Question

The is a blog in response to passing through the town of Kremmling,CO. So i stayed in Kremmling a few nights ago, it was a tough night for me to deal with. Much of the factor of that was pretty much the people that i encountered. As many of you know part of this journey is the stepping out and asking folks if i could camp in their front yard or something. Well when i was passing through Kremmling there was a winter weather advisory out until 6 am the next morning, and a snow storm brewing. The few nights before i was graced to have been found or found strangers who hospitably and welcomely let me into their homes and let me sleep on a bed or inside a house so that i wouldnt have to deal with the weather that much. So i sought out to find shelter inside the night i rolled into Kremmling. First i rolled around trying to find a church or two. i had found one called the number and got a number to the cell phone of the pastor. i wrote down the number, and a man drove by and parked and started to let his dog out and was kicking around the yard. I thought i would ask him if i could crash on his floor or something. So i approached, i think i usually try to explain what im doing, and why im riding and what not, but i figured its kind of obvious im riding my bike across america and didnt really mention any of that.
So i said something like this, " Excuse me sir," his dog hops over this measly net fence toward me all i could do was pet his dog and ignore him. I continued " This may be a stupid question, or you may think it is one, and you may or may not want to do this, but.... I was wondering if i could crash on your floor, or couch or something."

"No! That's a stupid question! I don't know you for nothin! That's the stupidest question ive ever heard, i dont know if anyone would ever......"

"Well, ive asked some folks and theyve let me sleep inside...its not that stupid of a question"

"It's a stupid question"
........
i moved on. i ended up callin the pastor of that one church he said that the church was going to be occupied till later that night, and that i could check the motel to see if there was a room available and if there was that i could get them to call him and he would pay the bill. It was almost as if he didnt want to really deal with me but to deal with what i wanted and to be done with me.
I decided to see whatelse was out there went to another church, and the pastors house was attached to the church. he pretty much wanted to do the same thing, and i really didnt want anyone to spend any money, and wanted to really just sleep on the floor of a church or house. The pastor ended up grumbly fudding around and letting me into the basement to sleep. he was definatley in a hurry and quickly left me to myself.

That whole experience was odd. i was grateful to be inside, but quite disturbed, by people, but mostly by the church. I was disgusted at how many of us who are the church can so easily pass people off, and often grumbly "meet needs" if you can call it that. That we often dont spend the time with people to really understand and meet their needs, and not just try to cure things with money like a rich dad and a spoiled child.

As far as the stupid question, I will continue to ask stupid questions. If we cease to ask them we will cease to be fostering a learning, creative and challenging environment. We will become grumpy old people when we say youre question is stupid! Grumpy old people are no FUN!

well i think thats the end of this note. im in Ordway, Colorado, heading to Tribune, Kansas tomorrow. peace outside