“San Diego? In six days?!” the old drifter in Coos Bay had laughed only days earlier, fingering his ragged beard, eyebrow raised at the pipedream of madmen. “You’d be lucky to make it halfway, especially there being two of you.” His words had made me angry, first at him for delivering the judgment, and thenContinue reading “Just Thumb a Ride — Southern California, 2017”
“San Diego? In six days?!” the old drifter in Coos Bay had laughed only days earlier, fingering his ragged beard, eyebrow raised at the pipedream of madmen. “You’d be lucky to make it halfway, especially there being two of you.” His words had made me angry, first at him for delivering the judgment, and then at myself for stranding us out there on the belief we could make it.
As we stood beneath the midday desert sun on the side of U.S. 101 just 30 miles outside Los Angeles, four days since our departure from Olympia and only three from the rude words of our old Oregon duck, the thought of six days now seemed laughable once more.
© 2020 Ilyas Taraki
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