8:00am- All I know now, is that we are sitting in the mountains somewhere. We could possibly be at the half-way mark to Murphy, just don't know. We started out at 6:00am this morning and have yet to pass anything that passes for civilization, so far. I mean, we have not seen anything since we left Franklin, and its time to think about feeding Skil's. I am sitting here counting up all our assets, and they add up to the minus side. No cigarettes, no food, no water, no damn sense!
I can see around the curve and up where it turns out of sight and cars keep stopping and getting out of their vehicle. From here, I can't tell what they are doing, but I'll know soon enough. My curiosity is getting the better of me, I think I'll amble on up the hill and get me some of what ever it is they are getting. I just hope there's enough to go around.
9:00am- Well, I have discovered the attraction that these folks are utilizing, a spring fed pipe coming out of the mountain. I have seen these in Pennsylvania, suppose to be really good water, I thought so, as did the baby. I searched around for an empty bottle to carry some with us. Now, I armed and ready for battle with this upward enemy of mine.
12:45pm- Me and Skil's were just getting to Shooting Creek when a car that I had seen before pulled along side of us. He offered us a ride to Hayesville. Along the way, he proceeded to tell me that he was a reporter for the 'Smoky Mountain Press' and he was headed to Murphy to cover a tennis match for school kids. Then he said, he might have a whole lot better story right here with me. Huh? He asked if he could buy me lunch and talk for a bit. What the hell, why not? I'm not busy at the moment. He took us to the 'Huddle House" in Hayesville and we talked for over an hour. He seemed like, what I am doing , that he would gladly do in a heart beat. He convinced me that this will make a great story for the paper, and he would send a copy to my house in Naples. It is a weekly paper and I would have to hang around to get a copy.But I would like to read what he thinks about me and Skil's endeavor to walk around the world. He ended up giving us a ride all the way to Murphy, I guess to see if he could still scoop his tennis match. I was kind of glad to part company with him, he kept trying to pet Skil's. I told him that animal isn't made for petting, oh he says, "I have a way with dogs" I said the last 4 people he put in the hospital said that very thing. The little guy looks so huggable, though, can't blame someone for thinking he's normal. I am the only person he won't bite, he ripped Laura's leg open as a puppy, and he loves his mommy. I unloaded one pair of jeans and am wearing cut-offs and it is better than an orgasm. But looking at my legs I kind of look like a snowbird. I have never had white legs. Wow, what 7 months of wearing long pants will do to a man, slap-out ruin him.
6:30pm- We located a great place to set up camp, it is down in a low-lying wooded area right on the banks of the 'Hiwasse River' and talk about riding the wild water. It could surely be done on this river, I sure would like to give it a try, but I would believe it is cold, very cold, right now. I ate at Mickey D's under the Golden Arches, been awhile. I seen a little Cocker Spaniel type dog in here when I came in, I guess another unwanted pet.Shame! I remember when I found Skil's and was gonna cut his throat to put the little guy out of his misery. Laura wouldn't have none of that, I told her if you want to try and save that dog, you'll get no help from. Not dime and keep the mutt away from me. David Kight was on Laura's side and he put the little thing in his truck. Broken hips, mange, worms so bad, I thought he would pop.. But she did tit on her own, she shamed the city council into paying for it. The dog took up with me and now, I can't stand it if I don't know where he's at. I am prepared to kill or be killed over this dog, odd way to be.
Skil's said it would be okay if I got a six-pack of beer and we sat on the bank of the river for a while. I said,"Skil's you always know just what to say" I came through a few dry towns, to get this far, but I wasn't ready for this turn-around. I walked to the package store and they don't sell beer in Murphy, They sell all the hard liquor a body could possibly want, but no beer. I know I've have passed through some kind of portal into another dimension. We ended up with a pint of Gordon's vodka, I started to get a bottle of Tocka vodka in memory of my mother. I'm sure that is what killed her. But I got to hang out until after Skil's passes on, then I can do what I want then. I'll be to sad to do anything, who am I kidding.
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