thoughts of a great escape
Posted: February 27th, 2005, 1:15 pm
Having been sitting on the fork of the road in Central B.C. for about two hours hitch-hiking with no success I decided to try the other side of the road. This Road was the road to the main Highway out of B.C. or to Vancouver. It was a hot June day and I was sick of being out in the sun. I had just been fired from a tree planting job in Prince George and really was sick of the Quays-hippy in B.C. really. I made my mind up to go then. That is if I could get a ride straight through Alberta where I had warrants for stealing a car and joy riding it into a curb at 4 o’clock in the morning in a residential area in Calgary.
I had luck right off. A guy picked me up in a red convertible and we road down the road to a small town. He gave me a card about Jesus and I was going to go across a little bridge and spend the night in a field with my tent, and drink a pint of whiskey-watch the stars in the night. It seemed like a lovely prospect to me. But the lady at the store IDed me and I did not have my ID so I could not purchase the whiskey and I decided I would go and brood on the side of the highway and maybe just go down the Okanogan valley and pick fruits and vegetables until I had enough to get to the other side of Alberta safe on a bus.
It was a little religious town and none of the town’s people would go in to the store and buy me my whiskey. Until a truck driver came along and bought it, then drove me all the way to Manitoba and Winnipeg.
I had luck right off. A guy picked me up in a red convertible and we road down the road to a small town. He gave me a card about Jesus and I was going to go across a little bridge and spend the night in a field with my tent, and drink a pint of whiskey-watch the stars in the night. It seemed like a lovely prospect to me. But the lady at the store IDed me and I did not have my ID so I could not purchase the whiskey and I decided I would go and brood on the side of the highway and maybe just go down the Okanogan valley and pick fruits and vegetables until I had enough to get to the other side of Alberta safe on a bus.
It was a little religious town and none of the town’s people would go in to the store and buy me my whiskey. Until a truck driver came along and bought it, then drove me all the way to Manitoba and Winnipeg.