Train Hopping Colton We awoke in a field straight across from Wal-Mart ready for train hopping Colton. My head throbbed from all the whiskey we drank the night prior and my brain ached as if someone squeezed it from beneath the meninges. I swore to myself I’d take a night off from the booze, but
Bakersfield made me feel like a home bum after five full days of holding off on train hopping. I still cannot feel my toes in either of my feet, but hey, as I sit here in the sun, peering out at the yard, I feel relieved to head further into the warmth. That last bone-chilling
The inclement weather followed me as it always does on the road. Getting wet is apart of travel, but the key is staying dry. Roseville did not change that and although I never encountered Sergeant Flood, I certainly dealt with my fair share of rain. I felt too lazy to walk, too lazy to
Train Hopping Roseville from Eugene After working and bumming around Hawaii for the past few months my world changed as I entered Seattle as if leaving a dream. Going from a tropical, beach, paradise walking around in shorts and maybe a t-shirt while the cool ocean breeze tickled my chest, well that was long gone.
Hitchhiking Sausalito As I traipsed the streets of Sausalito I watched the riches of both the land and the architecture unfold in front of my eyes. Waterfront properties guarded the bay like immaculate fortresses of military prowess. Their sheer size signified dollar signs, authority and prestige, but the truly rich and powerful resided on “The