Once upon a time, years and years ago, I tried my very hardest to put down legit roots. I worked 2 jobs, framing houses in the day time and janitorial in a hospital at night trying to buy a house at the ripe old age of 20. From time to time I think back on just how disastrous it would have been had I succeeded in that particular endeavor. But never quite so much as when I'm hitchhiking through the town I was attempting to settle in. Centralia, WA really is a charming town, filled with colorful history (seriously), and pretty girls going to college. I won't lie, I still have an affinity for it. I feel a draw to the place, and love to visit when the Road allows. How differently my life would have become. Probably married with a couple of kids and a drinking problem, and nothing even remotely resembling an adventure to look forward to. Augh. There ya go kids, your ghost story for Halloween. Scary huh!?
So I'm visiting my old friend Mel and getting some proper rest. It feels funny sleeping in a real bed, like having your boots on the wrong feet. It's certainly been worse though. I've come out of the Bush or off the Road after being out for so long I physically CAN'T sleep in a bed. And it's ALWAYS a treat to not have to sleep in my Carhartts. The above picture is the closest I can find to what my friends see when I drop in on the Road.
So I'm visiting my old friend Mel and getting some proper rest. It feels funny sleeping in a real bed, like having your boots on the wrong feet. It's certainly been worse though. I've come out of the Bush or off the Road after being out for so long I physically CAN'T sleep in a bed. And it's ALWAYS a treat to not have to sleep in my Carhartts. The above picture is the closest I can find to what my friends see when I drop in on the Road.