Stranded in Mt. Shasta City. All the high schoolers and misled youth here look like they want to kill us. I think it might be because I’m wearing plaid shorts. Turned down a ride to Reno. I’m an idiot. Though in my defense the guy did have teeth well on their way to decay and a Diet Rockstar in the center console. Not to be trusted. But Reno! Decadence! Gambling! Lee was kind of bummed.
The first part of the day went somewhat smoothly with two successful hitch hiking attempts. The first came from Ed, a photographer for West Coast Cannabis magazine. The second came from a woman whose name we didn’t get who made a living breaking horses. She was chatty and wonderful and she dropped us off in Mt. Shasta City, where we are currently stranded after a few hours of unsuccessful roadside thumbing attempts. Oh, and I left the North Face fleece I got for Christmas from my sister in her car. So. Lame.
Hopefully tomorrow we will make it to San Francisco. If we don’t I guess we can just get on a local bus to Weed, buy a cattle ranch, and try to make a life for ourselves. We’re pioneers.
-Wetzler
I hope you didn’t forget your ipod and nalgene in the car too.
Well put Barry. Mark, I am glad you guys are just going to SF. I can’t imagine what would happen if you showed up in Oakland wearing plaid shorts.