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Billy Goat

Look who I lured into the Pine House Café and Tavern for a salad! The Billy Goat! He’s done 25,000 miles on the Pacific Crest Trail and is out for a stroll before heading to Wisconsin to walk the Ice Age Trail. I had him sign my Billy Goat trucker hat, then he let me drive him through Anza Borrego to Whitewater (complete with a momentary Vanagon breakdown). We had a nice chat about what it’s like to not be able to hike when you’ve made a life out of hiking. Heavy stuff. An honor to have some of this man’s time, and his thoughts.


I shit you not, Hot Tub and I just caught a hitch with this guy out of Julian, California. He takes a sudden turn off the highway, offering to give us gold if we come home with him. Ok, why not? What’s the worst that could happen? Sure enough, he takes us home and gives us each gold. Second rad hitch of the day.

Picked Up

Hiker trash I hauled to San Rafael. I hitch hike enough that it is important to also give rides to hitch hikers. These guys hiked a little of the Lost Coast but then decided it wasn’t for them. Johnny, You (left), Me the bulldog, and me. So cool.

Sad World

Here this morning, I tried hitching a ride from a woman stopped to make a turn. She refused to give me a ride into Bandon because, she said, “I have my kid in the car.” So you’re going to stop to tell a woman standing in the cold in the middle of nowhere, why you’re not going to give her a ride? Maybe don’t bother. I’m not going to argue with a mother, but we live in a fucking sad world.

Little Package