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Didn't have the best night's sleep -- the moon was as bright as the sun, I
was sleeping on the side of a tick-infested hill, and the highway nearby was
noisy.
Was hitching by 7:15 and had no luck by 8:15 when Tin Cup and Grinder came
by. Another hiker's opinion was that I should go to the truck stop and ask
because truckers don't like stopping once started. So I went to the truck stop
and started asking around. The second driver, Bob Nelson, was going my way.
Bob drives a big rig five days a week for a living, has a wife and two sons
and was a great guy to talk with. We discussed how a truckers life and a
thru-hikers life are similar. Both are away from home, seeing new things,
working hard, following a preset path, and have an instant bond with others like
them. Truckers have the CB to communicate with, however, while we thru-hikers
rely on word of mouth and the shelter registers.
The other similarities are that both eat unhealthy foods and are looking for
a cheap shower. Bob did point out that at least hikers get into shape, while truckers
don't.
I made it to the hotel by 9:15, checked in, and started the usual errands.
Whitney arrived at 4:00 and that is all of the news that's fit to print.
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