The first leg of hitch hiking. Leaving Kenai in the fairy vehicle.
Dropped on the side of the road. A great view, but a very angry dog killed the silence.
Eleven hours later. 8:30 pm. The place I would stand for three more hours, waiting in vain for a ride. Made a soccer goal out of rocks. The mosquitoes got really bad around 11pm. Cursed every vehicle that chose to ride by and leave me in the middle of nowhere.
My saviors of the night picked me up out of the rain and took me to their java compound where I slept with a very drunk man in the camper half the size of the one pictured.
My ride to Tok was Ms. Sharon. A real-life gold miner and story-teller extraordinaire. It took her three hours to tell me the four husbands she’s been through!
The beginning of the middle of nowhere: Chicken, AK. Population 17. A world-famous bar sits in this desolate town. Supposedly Prince, Jimmy Hoffa, and a whole slough of other famous people have graced the bar with their presence.
My final ride into Eagle with Jean. Resident of Eagle for over twenty years. 72 years old. Chain smoker. Story teller. Great driver.
My first site in Eagle. A century of pioneers buried under the mossy earth in the middle of nowhere.
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Tom:
i dig the composition of the graveyard in Eagle shot
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Andrew:
I want to hear about The Long Road To Charlottesville…Ross come home!!!!!
Amazing stuff dude. Are you holding out on LOOK3 so you can add mustache and beard photos?!