11:00am- We are taking our first break about 50 miles from where I stayed last night,Life is good sometimes. We are int he town of Pearson now. This just tells me that Florida SUCKS. Things are sure different when you cross that State Line. A whole new world to explore. The people, so far, have been exceptionally great and friendly.
We started out early and got in about 6 miles or so, then a truck pulled up and a lady got out and lowered the tailgate, told me to put the dog in there. Okay, who was I to argue with a lady out in the woods with gun-racks in the window. Riding along she told me she was Don's mother and he asked her to pick me up if she passed me. Damn! She was heading for the Dr. in Homerville and she was going to the school to pick up Don. We picked up Don and dropped mom off at the Dr., then Don started driving me north. We stopped at Hardy's and he bought me breakfast and then headed on in to Pearson. We pulled up to a fast food joint and he bought me a bunch of snacks for the road and a pack of smokes. He gave me all his information and asked me to let him know from time to time where I was. Somehow I have to repay this kindness someway, someday. On my to-do list for sure. Don explained that the road ahead isn't all trees and I should be okay from here. I felt sad to be leaving such a good friend behind, but was hyped up for what lay ahead. I hugged him good-bye and he was gone.
I ran out of water yesterday and I shouldn't have too much of a problem from this point on. I am at a church now and it has an outside faucet, I know how to work these things. Filled my bottle and hit the road. According to the sign its 15 miles to Douglas.
1:10pm- Me and Skil's are on the north side of Douglas now and in a daze to say the least. When Don dropped us off, a Mexican was standing at the phone booth at the store so I asked him how far to Macon. He said he didn't know, so I sat under the tree and wrote down today's notes and tried to make sense of the last 2 days. About 45 minutes later the Mexican came back and said he'd give me a ride to Douglas in a little while if I wanted to wait. Also, said to come over to his house and his wife would make me something to eat. I'm thinking now, what the hell is happening to me here. This don't happen where I come from. I declined the invitation, but was really pleased that he would offer. I just can,t except hand-outs so easily. But, I am realizing that I will have to accept these things for my little dog health and well-being. But, to enter someones house , I ain't there yet. A few miles down the road a red car stopped and a car load of little Mexican kids and my Mexican friend from the store. I sure was hoping none of these little kids wanted to pet my dog. I sat shotgun and put Skil's on the floor between my legs, so that I had complete control over any mis-haps that may occur.
We went on up the road and stopped at a pallet company and mi amigo got out and talked to someone. He came back and told me he asked when the next truck was headed for N. Carolina. The next trip would be in a week, but if I wanted , I could wait around and get a ride. I politely refused and showed my thanks, but hiding out in these woods for a week with no way to feed Skil's won;t work for me. We then went on to Douglas, another sad good-bye and on the road again.
Looks like rain down toward the southwest, Don's mom said it was calling for rain on Thanksgiving. I'll have to find some sort of shelter if that is a cold front, it is freezing cold here every night. Frost the last 2 mornings, warms up nicely when the sun comes up, but come dark they let the Ice-Man out.
3:00pm- We are about halfway to Broxton and taking a little break, Broxton is as far as we;ll go today. It is really getting cloudy, big ole' dark suckers. I'm thinking something in my life is soon to change. Right now, we are at an old house that has fallen down and absolutely of no use to us. I don't want to look around I might find some old artifacts I couldn't bear to leave. I'm already toting enough shit on my back.
5:10pm- We are down for the night next to a radio tower, we fell short of Broxton. There is a dead turkey here, but to old to eat. Must have hit the guy-lines for the tower, Dumb Turkey! Been fighting a 20 knot wind uphill and just plain tuckered out. Sore feet isn't helping one bit. I'm figuring we are 125 miles into Georgia, not to shabby for 2 days. Maybe 150 ahead of me, to the Carolina border, don't really know, I would give my kingdom for a map! Skil's food supply is good for tomorrow, then its back to the drawing board. One thing I have noticed about Georgia, they don't run over their wild life, unless they pick it up right away. The Parson's coming to dinner Sunday, break out the possum! I want to stop to stop at one of these cotton fields and pick a bole of cotton, just so I can say I picked cotton before!
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