Karalaine
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I was just wondering if anybody has met pat "the digital vagabond" he travels around in a really nice custom rv and blogs about it. DigitalVagabonding he picked me up a couple years ago on the southern oregon coast. we ate thai and drank dank brew, got pulled over by the cops and picked up some college kids from olympia who were on acid and lost their car. Hes a really nice guy, take the ride if he pulls over for you.
Hitchhiking on the Wind
She either had more balls than most men or she was crazy. Or maybe she was a crazy woman with balls. How many 19 year old women would hitch hike across the country without a dime and no particular destination? Is it courage or insanity to get into a stranger’s car?
I had to know. I picked her up just North of the California border on the Oregon coast. We were both roaming our way down the coast and heading for the Redwoods.
"She struck me as a gutter punk who had couch hopped her way through life. She had a classic stoner laugh and a go with the flow ambience.
When you don’t have any particular destination the journey is the trip. You’re never lost and there is no such thing as a detour.
She told me she had gotten over two dozen rides since she left Portland, Oregon three days before. When you get into someone’s car you get into their world. You become their captive audience – an unpaid sounding board who will carry their secrets down the road.
During her two dozen plus encounters she met a born again who told her of the coming Apocalypse, a soccer mom who confessed that her life was a prison and a Mexican man who offered her $20 for a blow job.
At every stop she was offered food, money, a place to crash and or drugs – without ever asking. As a Christian would say “the Lord providethâ€.
Most people admire the traveler who leaps into the unknown. And like spectators cheering on a marathoner, they want to help the traveler to keep on keeping on. When you help a traveler you become a part of their epic journey. She was now a part of my trip and I was a part of her trip.
She asked for little or nothing and got much more than she asked for. She was a pure vagabond, who didn’t even know what the word meant when I called her one. I handed her the bible “Vagabonding in America†by Ed Buryn. She had never read the book. But she had already been living it. It gave words to her experience."
I guess that is what he thought of me ,lol.
Hitchhiking on the Wind
She either had more balls than most men or she was crazy. Or maybe she was a crazy woman with balls. How many 19 year old women would hitch hike across the country without a dime and no particular destination? Is it courage or insanity to get into a stranger’s car?I had to know. I picked her up just North of the California border on the Oregon coast. We were both roaming our way down the coast and heading for the Redwoods.
"She struck me as a gutter punk who had couch hopped her way through life. She had a classic stoner laugh and a go with the flow ambience.
When you don’t have any particular destination the journey is the trip. You’re never lost and there is no such thing as a detour.
She told me she had gotten over two dozen rides since she left Portland, Oregon three days before. When you get into someone’s car you get into their world. You become their captive audience – an unpaid sounding board who will carry their secrets down the road.
During her two dozen plus encounters she met a born again who told her of the coming Apocalypse, a soccer mom who confessed that her life was a prison and a Mexican man who offered her $20 for a blow job.
At every stop she was offered food, money, a place to crash and or drugs – without ever asking. As a Christian would say “the Lord providethâ€.
Most people admire the traveler who leaps into the unknown. And like spectators cheering on a marathoner, they want to help the traveler to keep on keeping on. When you help a traveler you become a part of their epic journey. She was now a part of my trip and I was a part of her trip.
She asked for little or nothing and got much more than she asked for. She was a pure vagabond, who didn’t even know what the word meant when I called her one. I handed her the bible “Vagabonding in America†by Ed Buryn. She had never read the book. But she had already been living it. It gave words to her experience."
I guess that is what he thought of me ,lol.
