thoughts of a great escape

[Axanderdeath]

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.

[jimboloco]

Now that is a real roadgoing snippet.
Very clear. It shows the hardship of being on the road, both physically and mentally. Sometimes ya don't know where ya are going until ya get there. I like the way you set up the dilemma of that situation.

Hope you've found home again. Keep writing!

When I think about my old roadgoing days, I wonder how I ever made it. Very localised now, have a 25 mile drive to work waiting, but got to start my early day off with this bit from you! Don't go roadgoing nada more. At least for now!

Glad ya made it through to Manitoba, but I agree, the prospect of camping in the field with a bit of whiskey was a real good one.

Halleluja! I did that tune as well. Welcome home!It's what I'm talkin 'bout!