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PCT angel helper Paint your Wagon

Paint Your Wagon

This guy. Hiker “Paint Your Wagon.” If you’ve been on the Pacific Crest Trail the past four years you’ve probably met him. I met him when we both worked Ziggy and the Bear’s in 2014. He’s always upbeat, a hard worker, and has a really hard time finding hiking shoes for his size 17 feet. He happened to be at VVR with his engine running when I got off a private Edison Lake boat shuttle (which I yogied a ride with on principle that I’m a web developer for the tour company that commissioned it) and I had a ride straight to Mono Hot Springs with a blistered hiker quitting said tour group. This magic is part of how I managed 4 hot springs in 4 days without killer miles (

Hitching in Nevada

Hitchhiking isn’t legal in Nevada

My commute to Oregon has gotten interesting. We’re listening to Metallica together, me and sheriff Rooney, and talking about backpacking. Check cop car off the hitching bucket list! (Don’t hitch in Nevada. It took ten seconds after I stuck out my thumb to have two cops all over my ass, lights blaring, blocking rush hour traffic, and asking for my ID. What is this cop doing Googling while driving? He’s researching my BUS options for me. Damnit.)

Zack’s Back

So it’s 2pm at Furnace Creek and ~110° and I’m standing there melting in the heat, my thumb out. I’m trying to hitchhike 100 miles to Lone Pine. It’s not looking so good. Then these fuckers pull over on bikes and offer me a ride. What? Really? I throw my backpack on the back, lean into it, and suck up the exhaust pipe burn – taking one for the team. Yeah, my hitchhiking game just bumped up a notch, cuz 110mph on the back of a Harley driven by a total babe through the Valley… those open highways and those views are the best. Thank you to handsome Brian (who happens to be reading Desert Solitaire lately) and his babe son Zack for taking pity on me in the heat so hot it felt like you’d “crawled up the Devil’s continue reading…

Dimonds

How am I going to get into town from the middle of nowhere? Oh I know! I’m going to meet a family of Dimond alumni from Anchorage, Alaska. I am Dimond alumni (freshman, sophomore). I was big into cross country skiing and raced state at Kincaid, as well, so these sweatshirts were just blowing my mind. I got to ride in the back of a pickup 35 miles down a dirt road with these awesome Alaskans. And then their dad bought me pizza. How does this happen?! 😍😍

Armando

Whoa, just broke hitch hiking ground and got my first ride from a trucker! Never seen a tanker pull over so fast, and Armando ended up being a total doll, just concerned for my safety. Freightliner – the ULTIMATE VANLIFE

Tools of the trade (for hitch-hiking). Thank you city of Fallon for the Sharpie (no, literally, a new sharpie was given to me by the Fallon Board of Tourism). Here I come Lone Pine! Folks won’t be able to resist this sign!

Hitching Sign

860 Miles by Thumb

I just got into Portland, Oregon after hitching from Lone Pine, California to Cascade Locks for the 9th annual PCT Days. Most of the ride was much less eventful than anticipated, and took me much less time than I budgeted for. It took 16 hours in 6 strangers’ cars, with an overnight in Bend at a friend’s house. And then I was there at Bridge of the Gods in Cascade Locks having a great time with fellow hikers. More on the wacky part of the hitch hike soon.

Kelly

Take it all the way back to Friday morning, standing on the side of the road at 7:30am in Lone Pine hoping to hitch to a remote trailhead near Bishop. Kelly picked me up and not only postponed his cookie baking lesson to bring me right to the North Lake Piute Pass trailhead, but stopped at Great Basin Bakery and bought me coffee, a muffin, and a baguette to pack out. Kelly retired young when Oprah went off television and has the fortune to travel the world having excellent adventures. My budget allows things like… hitch hiking! And so to meet people so gracious and open-minded as Kelly who will share in the fun is my great blessing. I only got to spend an hour with him but I love him, and wish him and his niece Sierra (who he continue reading…

Billy Goat

Look who I lured into the Pine House Café and Tavern for a salad! The Billy Goat! He’s done 25,000 miles on the Pacific Crest Trail and is out for a stroll before heading to Wisconsin to walk the Ice Age Trail. I had him sign my Billy Goat trucker hat, then he let me drive him through Anza Borrego to Whitewater (complete with a momentary Vanagon breakdown). We had a nice chat about what it’s like to not be able to hike when you’ve made a life out of hiking. Heavy stuff. An honor to have some of this man’s time, and his thoughts.

Gold

I shit you not, Hot Tub and I just caught a hitch with this guy out of Julian, California. He takes a sudden turn off the highway, offering to give us gold if we come home with him. Ok, why not? What’s the worst that could happen? Sure enough, he takes us home and gives us each gold. Second rad hitch of the day.

Sad World

Here this morning, I tried hitching a ride from a woman stopped to make a turn. She refused to give me a ride into Bandon because, she said, “I have my kid in the car.” So you’re going to stop to tell a woman standing in the cold in the middle of nowhere, why you’re not going to give her a ride? Maybe don’t bother. I’m not going to argue with a mother, but we live in a fucking sad world.