I left them in #Kingman . I suspect they were almost as tired as me as I was of them. Chad and Jeff, going left to right, if you're going by the names substituted in my unpublished #hitchhiking memoir.
Chad was a 21-year old guy, running from #Chicago troubles to his cousin in L.A., close to broke, stressed, with a defiantly optimistic (or pretending to be?) attitude. Jeff was a 29-year old army vet who had recently quit a job trucking across the country, now seeking a mythic vagabond bus bound for Alaska, with a hilariously defeatist personality and surprisingly low survival skills. Together, for 3 days, we raced across the continent, from our meeting in Wichita through #Colorado , #Utah (where this was taken, in #Arches ), and deep into #Arizona , where I asked them to drop me off.
I enjoyed my time with them, our nomadic adventures contributing in their own way to my joyous, wild odyssey hitchhiking across this great nation. Like me, like us all, they were flawed but fun, loud but laconic, untamed yet restrained, a small slice of the sprawling, irregular madness of #America .
Gosh, I had hoped for nice spring weather in Albania but thought maybe 15-18 degrees, but the coolest day has been 16 and the hottest has been 26, with everything else in between. It's the perfect spring weather, including a couple thunderstorms and hard rains. I get bored by sun everyday so I enjoy a mix like that. What a stunning day. I have to return to home and work, but I'm really enjoying morning coffees on the sidewalks. It's a great way to live. I hope I've got great cafes nearby in the next city. I should be right on the beach, so we will see.