Train Hopping Klamath Falls to Roseville Work ended, leaving me back on the road again, train hopping Klamath Falls on a deadline. A long month of slave labor, working a minimum wage job, washing dishes, gave us a bit more travel money for New Zealand. Antsy to leave, I watched the clock tick slowly nearing 2
Umpqua Hot Springs Tim crawled into Umpqua Hot Springs and nestled close to Grace. I noticed this older, skinny, pasty white, balding man with a gaunt face and weak body, glaring at her with infatuation. His eyes focused in on her vividly, but at first he didn’t speak or make eye contact. He sat there
“So where ya guys headed,” I said making eye contact with Grace casually while Tim gave me the evil eye. She smiled with her long brown curly hair draped over her flannel and in a chipper tone said, “I dunno…Tim knows of these hot springs…what’s it called babe?” “Umpqua Hot Springs…been comin’ here for many
Darla pulled off highway 97 onto the shoulder at the 138 junction. She smiled between glazed eyes with her frizzy red hair blowing from the crosswind. I waved at her and as I motioned to shut the passenger side door, she stopped me. “Waaaait…here take this for the road doood,” she said in a dazed
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.