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Waiting for a ride to the border. So close, yet so far!
(via fuckyeahhitchhiking)
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‘Bear Passes the Mountaid-ade’ (NorCal)
[Fall - 2008]
Bear passes me the cup full of mountain blackberries and our ‘mountain-ade’ that we drank as we explored the thick forests north of Arcata. We picked as many of the almost ping-pong size blackberries as we could into a plastic bottle, added water into the bottle and then we took turns shaking the bottle vigorously. When I got tired of shaking the bottle, I would launch the bottle into a patch of sun to ‘brew’.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mb81ldWxSY1rhjwz0o1_1280.jpg)
‘Bear Passes the Mountaid-ade’ (NorCal)
[Fall - 2008]
Bear passes me the cup full of mountain blackberries and our ‘mountain-ade’ that we drank as we explored the thick forests north of Arcata. We picked as many of the almost ping-pong size blackberries as we could into a plastic bottle, added water into the bottle and then we took turns shaking the bottle vigorously. When I got tired of shaking the bottle, I would launch the bottle into a patch of sun to ‘brew’.
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‘Ngaire at 70 mph’ (I-70, Utah)
[Summer - 2008]
After almost dying of dehydration trying to hitch through U.T.A.H. (= Un-ThinkAble-Ass Hitch). We finally got dropped off at a ‘truckstop’ in the middle of nowhere (that only had like 3 trucks the whole time we were stuck there…) We walked to the highway and stuck out our thumbs and began to bake in the desert sun. We only 2 cars had passed us in the 20 minutes we had stood there, when and old crotchety toothless tramp slowly walked towards us and proceeded to stand directly in front of us, as though he was about to hitchhike…[this is a direct violation of the unsaid hitch hiker’s etiquette. bad form, tramp, bad form…]
Ngaire told the tramp to ‘Kick rocks’ (though we both know that he didn’t have any fukkin’ idea what that meant… hahahaha!) He said some ‘ol timer gibberish’ about ‘I been hitchin’ these here highways since you were… blah blah…’ and began trampin’ off towards a bush (or where ever ‘homebum bound’ old tramps go when it’s hot!) and kept yelling at us as he did so… ‘You might as well set up camp right there in the ditch! You guys’ll never get outta here!’ (cackle cackle cough wheeze)
‘…Yeah, right. We’ll be outta here before tonight’ I told him.
…as he tramped off yelling, a pick up truck came around the corner, saw us and and pulled over. We threw our gear and Barley ‘loaded up’… as our ride drove off down the road we yelled and laughed at the old tramp who watched us in disbelief…
‘HAHAHAHA!!! Told ya’! …Ya’old Bastard!’](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mb85jwBkak1rhjwz0o1_1280.jpg)
‘Ngaire at 70 mph’ (I-70, Utah)
[Summer - 2008]
After almost dying of dehydration trying to hitch through U.T.A.H. (= Un-ThinkAble-Ass Hitch). We finally got dropped off at a ‘truckstop’ in the middle of nowhere (that only had like 3 trucks the whole time we were stuck there…)
We walked to the highway and stuck out our thumbs and began to bake in the desert sun. We only 2 cars had passed us in the 20 minutes we had stood there, when and old crotchety toothless tramp slowly walked towards us and proceeded to stand directly in front of us, as though he was about to hitchhike…
[this is a direct violation of the unsaid hitch hiker’s etiquette. bad form, tramp, bad form…]Ngaire told the tramp to ‘Kick rocks’ (though we both know that he didn’t have any fukkin’ idea what that meant… hahahaha!)
He said some ‘ol timer gibberish’ about ‘I been hitchin’ these here highways since you were… blah blah…’ and began trampin’ off towards a bush (or where ever ‘homebum bound’ old tramps go when it’s hot!) and kept yelling at us as he did so…
‘You might as well set up camp right there in the ditch! You guys’ll never get outta here!’ (cackle cackle cough wheeze)‘…Yeah, right. We’ll be outta here before tonight’ I told him.
…as he tramped off yelling, a pick up truck came around the corner, saw us and and pulled over. We threw our gear and Barley ‘loaded up’… as our ride drove off down the road we yelled and laughed at the old tramp who watched us in disbelief…
‘HAHAHAHA!!! Told ya’! …Ya’old Bastard!’
(Source: offensivecross)
they come and go :)
Cameron showing off…..
