So the end of the road suited me just fine.
But as with much of life, when you think you're achieving a particular goal... you soon realize that there's so much more of life out in front of you.
Such was the case with Jeremie.
As it turned out, I wasn't living at the end of the road by any means. But what lay beyond was definitely "less traveled by." And anyone who knows me, knows I live by Bob's advice. So how could I refuse the offer I was given last week?
Sure, the pickup was standing room only. But the flatbed had enough space to plant at least three human feet. It was at least a square foot of open space. And betwixt the bed and the cab, there was even a grill! I had something to hold. The pickup's pearl white grill. If I was lucky and held on tight, I wouldn't be meeting The Pearly Gates...
I got picked up around 7am and figured at that time, it would be relatively easy to get outta Dodge. I was wrong:
But we were soon on our way to the town of Dame Marie and headed into the mountains:
Although my hands were getting a bit sore from riding flatbed, I was having a great time:
Tim White
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