9:30am- We are about 9 miles north of Ocala on our first break. We are sitting on the edge of a sink-hole and looks like 60ft deep. Might hurt to fall in there. We got a pretty good haul from the KFC last night. After staking out Winn Dixie for a few hours with no luck, I decided to reconoiter the KFC. Around 11:00, at closing time, one of the employees brought 2 garbage bags out. He sat them down beside the dumpster and went back inside. I ran up and grabbed a bag and got back in the woods before he returned. Idiot was scratching his head and must of thought he was losing it. Thirty seconds ago , he put 2 bags there, now there is only one. I didn't move for 15 minutes and then slowly lipped back through the woods to where I was camped. I opened the bag expecting to have to dig enough scraps for Skil's, but what I had in this bag was a Godsend. Everything that was left on the line, that didn't sell was in here. Baked beans, bisquits, cole slaw, potato salad, and a whole lot of chicken. It was still hot too! All packed neatly, which told me right then that this stuff was never meant to go in the dumpster. The KFC guy was stealing this stuff and taking it home to feed his 10 little brothers and sisters. If by some chance he stumbles across this journal someday, from me and Skillet, we thank-you! So, we are sitting here on a Sunday morning, on the edge of a sink-hole having whats left of our exquisite dinner night.
Fargo, Georgia-4:05pm- What a day its been! No longer humming "Georgia on My Mind" We are here! Me and Skil's was just bopping along down 441, when a car pulled over 50 yards ahead of us. This old black guy gets out and walks to the passenger side, turned to stare at us and pulled his dick out and started pissing. I just kept walking toward him thinking this ain't gonna turn out well. After talking for a few minutes, I figured that he was border-line retarded and posed no threat. So, he lives another day! He told me he was headed for Valdosta, Ga. and if we wanted to ride we were welcome. I cleared a spot for Skil's in the back seat and took note of the contents. We're talking ice-picks, dildos and stuff I didn't recognize. I'm thinking weird now! We stopped at a "Junk Store" down the road and the guy gets out and sells a couple frying pans and some really neat candy despensers for $5.00. What the hell is this? Back on the road and the first gas station we stopped and got $5.00 worth of gas. Then this Cat started stopping at churchesand being Sunday most were in service. Then we stopped at a black church and he told me that Black churches don't give any hand-outs. Who am I to argue with that? Finally in Mason City he found what he was looking for. A church (white) having Thanksgiving Dinner. (I was thinking WTF, Thanksgiving is on a Thursday) He went to the back door and spoke to the people inside. Next thing I knew all the believers were carrying food out to us. What' going through my mind now, I can't say, I just know that I have never asked anyone for help before, so I'm totally confused by this behavior. I went and talked to the Pastor and he really made me feel comfortable. We stood out in the drive-way and used the hood of the car for a table. After we ate these delicious meals. another group came with cherry pie and cake and, of course the literature that goes with any meeting of the cloth. We were told to think about being saved etc., holy-rollers are all the same.
Back on the road and I have come to the conclusion that this idiot can't drive, he's all over the road. And he is really hard of hearing, almost deaf! Had to yell a lot. I tricked him to going out of the way so I could stay on 441. He fell fro my spin, and I don't feel bad about it.
As, I record todays events, we are on the 10th tee at the Fargo Country Club (and I mean country). There appears to be a shortage of golfers in Fargo, because I don't see anyone playing. If they don't have sprinklers we'll sleep right on the green tonight. I see a little pump house that may have a water faucet, I see a hose laying near it. I'll wander on over in a bit and check it out. We have gained at least a week in our adventure today. Just by looking around I'd say this is the shortest way to N.C., but I have a feeling it ain't the easiest. LOOK! Skil's we're not in Florida no more! I sure hope that any of these red-necks around here have never seen "Deliverance". Every truck that goes by has a chair mounted on it for hunting, so maybe they are my kind of people. Wondering what these folks around here do for a living, probably lumber-jacks or something.
Wow, here comes a group of golfers, I'll be Damn! I better back off the green before I get pinged with a golf ball. I imagine they are going to run us off. Hell, it looks like kids. They came over to talk to me and they sure seem like really nice kids. We talked and they told me I could sleep in the golf shack, but don't get caught. They gave me a couple of sodas. Don, Todd, Travis and Bubba, I should have expected friendly people, I am not in Florida. Todd told me to walk over to Grannie's resturant (Swannee Cafe) and get something to eat, he tell them I'm coming. Beginning to wonder if I am still on earth. They tried to emphasize that it was 30 miles between towns for the next couple hundred miles. Oh Boy! All the way to Macon.
I have been hearing shots ever since I arrived in Fargo. All from different directions. It might be hunting season in Southern Georgia. I was told that all I will see until I get to Homerville(?) is trees, lots and lots of trees. I have to plan on water for the little boy. Definately a lack of traffic on 441.
7:00pm- Well, check this out, Don and Todd just pulled up bearing gifts (Blanket pillow, sweat shirt, socks) What's this? Travis and Bubba just pulled up beside us with food and sodas. Everything bad I have said about high-school kids I want to retract. What a bunch of great kids. One day I am gonna come back here to let them know I never forgot this.
8:20pm- After the kids went home me and Skil's were trying to make ourselves comfortable and it is hard-core black out here. Something is moving around out in the darkness, but can't tell what. Its pretty big by the sound of it. I see car lights on the golf course coming our way, oh shit! But wut, they stopped 200 hundred yards away, not been found out yet. WTF! Looks like WWII over there, somebody is shooting up the world. This ain't cool! Oh hell here they come. We don't have time to run, a situation to be dealt with best I can, I guess! The truck pulled right up to us and said "Hi, I heard you were here" (small towns) Introduced himself as Mark, the keeper of the Greens. He told me his son, Travis, told him I was here and he said it was okay. He explained that he just shot a bunch of hogs that were tearing up the course. Has to come out everynight and clear the field. Hogs, well that answered alot of questions on the creatures prowling around in the dark.
9:10pm- Good ole' Mark came back and he was bearing gifts also, not to be outdone by children, I guess! Dog food , sodas, snacks and told me someone would be by to pick up the hogs, so don't be concerned. Then Mark gave me permission to sleep in the golf shack. Said the light doesn't turn off, but it would be better than being out here when the fog rolls in. I didn't hesitate to take advantage of this offer. Now, a new problem has arisen, I have to carry all this stuff on my aching back. This day-pack is not made for loads. Great for carrying school books, but extended trips into the wilderness, NO!
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