So, i had intended to meet up with my buddy who had left Pennsylvania a few weeks before me out west( this was a few months ago now too). he was boogying getting good rides with truckers and I ended up putzing around like I do, motels, chilling in my tent due to rain and general lack of knowing what i really wanted to do. Any how, mother dropped me off at a Sheetz gas station in Gettysburg, PA right off route 15, after some heated arguments that always go on with my mom and me. I ducked around back and grabbed some cardboard and made my sign while my mutt wandered a field and did his thing. Out on fifteen I saw no sign, that all experienced hitchers are familiar with, and started walking; starting to feel pretty soberly good. I smile while turning backwards as cars pass. I am confident it was the first vehicle to come down the ramp, a stupid lifted pick up towing something. what response do I get from this piece of shit human, a direct middle finger exquisitely pointed at my face from a mean mugging faced kid. what do I do in my sometimes inability to let stupid things go, flick him off in return. But at the same time i didn't get worked up and continued tramping; knowing full well the rocket downs and ups of travel. I and the unleashed dude are walking on the shoulder when up ahead a car that passed us stops and an older couple stops and waves us. We run up quickly and work on loading my alice and kid sized geetar. The lady falls on the edge of the berm and doesn't want a hand getting up but was cool about it. they were awesome people, who even in their 60's had spent that past few days camping in tents! they take me into maryland a bit and leave on a busier exit headed south. I pick up a good friendly ride with a cool ass rednecky dude and make it to North of Winchester, VA (where me and a buddy and my pooch had walked to, from chambersburg, pa a few years back). again, dropped at a corporate sheetz. Fuck them. They are destroying small business a lot of places around Pennsylvania and so forth. A person, gives us a small bag of dog treats which I grab before the guy wants to hand feed my dog, as he is a little snippy after being fed and lays claim to things quickly. And so it goes.
We start walking. I am feeling great. Its perfect weather, pack feels light and my dog is gallivanting along sweetly and smiling. it just felt blissful to walk. I pick up change as I go and smile. I walk awhile and am headed up a hill and a truck pulls into a church and a guy walks towards me. i wave and he hands me a gift card to McDonald's and Subway. Right on! Onward Ho!
We walk, and walk and walk. Sometimes I just don't wanna stop and always say, up here I will and then make it to another visual goal. Im pass things I have seen before and a dude with a gal and kid in a dodge pick us up without hitching. Truck bed ride yeehaw! he drops us at a gas station where we had gotten a ride out of before. har har. I eat and get a tea or something, same for pooch, and ramble on. This next section wore us out and we get to the corporate out skirts of Winchester and stop at a McDonald's to partake in the gift card.
Get a kickdown on the way walking and head out of the corporate area and continue south to get picked up yet again by a wilder dude in a white, tag expired older pick up. Im in the bed again and he stops for a tall can. then says he'll hook me up right to get me on track and out of Winchester before dark. I never thought it a bad town as he so did. He takes us to Middletown, Va. He buys another tall boy and I snag two for the night in my tent, soon to be. We hike through the small town, trick-r-treat night. Trying to avoid any large crowds of people and kids, the misanthrope I can really be at times. Tried finding some spots on the edge of town but end up not and finding a giant field, right on the edge of an old Civil War battlefield. pretty wild. I set up my tent, feed the pooch and chill outside it with my first can a bit. The night ends sweetly with beer, headlamp reading of Sigurd Olson and pattering rain.
Continue later if I remember.
We start walking. I am feeling great. Its perfect weather, pack feels light and my dog is gallivanting along sweetly and smiling. it just felt blissful to walk. I pick up change as I go and smile. I walk awhile and am headed up a hill and a truck pulls into a church and a guy walks towards me. i wave and he hands me a gift card to McDonald's and Subway. Right on! Onward Ho!
We walk, and walk and walk. Sometimes I just don't wanna stop and always say, up here I will and then make it to another visual goal. Im pass things I have seen before and a dude with a gal and kid in a dodge pick us up without hitching. Truck bed ride yeehaw! he drops us at a gas station where we had gotten a ride out of before. har har. I eat and get a tea or something, same for pooch, and ramble on. This next section wore us out and we get to the corporate out skirts of Winchester and stop at a McDonald's to partake in the gift card.
Get a kickdown on the way walking and head out of the corporate area and continue south to get picked up yet again by a wilder dude in a white, tag expired older pick up. Im in the bed again and he stops for a tall can. then says he'll hook me up right to get me on track and out of Winchester before dark. I never thought it a bad town as he so did. He takes us to Middletown, Va. He buys another tall boy and I snag two for the night in my tent, soon to be. We hike through the small town, trick-r-treat night. Trying to avoid any large crowds of people and kids, the misanthrope I can really be at times. Tried finding some spots on the edge of town but end up not and finding a giant field, right on the edge of an old Civil War battlefield. pretty wild. I set up my tent, feed the pooch and chill outside it with my first can a bit. The night ends sweetly with beer, headlamp reading of Sigurd Olson and pattering rain.
Continue later if I remember.
