Sure enough….24 hours of hitching later (at 10am with no sleep) I get a ride.
And I’m dropped off ON THE INTERSTATE. Terrifying. So I walk on the grass to the closest town to find people and not cars sledding past me at 80mph.
Go figures. West Virginia “easiest state to hitch in” is loaded with unfriendly people and it was the only place I got stranded on my entire trip.
However, as soon as I got away from the travelers and truckers and into the tiny towns of the state I find some humanity.
This toothless man aptly named, ‘Bud’ picked me up and dropped me off further down the road. He had to stop by a friends hose first and I just had to take a photo of what he did.
He left the keys in the ignition with me alone in the car.
Holy shit. Can you imagine that level if trust? I loved him instantly after that.
I’m dropped at a truck brake check stop on the top of a mountain - ya know, so the trucks make sure they have enough air in their brakes to not die and take out another half dozen cars in the process.
There I get a ride instantly to a truck stop back in Virginia.
- Since I couldn’t get to Morgantown, WV last night I decided to not go the next day and just go all the way up to PA to visit Brian and Shelly again. -
The first woman trucker who gave me a ride, Barbara, was also the first one with a dog. And I was doubly excited.
Bootsie, named for the things she loves to pee on most, was an old crusty Schnauzer whom sat quietly on Barbara’s bed the entire ride to Pennsylvania.
“Do you want mint?” Barbara asked. “Once I found two mints squished together as one? And I thought, ‘These two mints managed to stay together. They must really want to be together. I just can’t eat them.’ Well, when I ran out of candy….I did eat them.”