>>1348232>>1348232So after I left her I had literally no money. I was a little bummed out and not sure how things could top the time I spent with her. Some Mormons that drove me into Denver said they would be able to give me some work in salt lake city so I set my sights there. I can't even begin to explain how good it felt to get back on the road. Hitchhiking is so addictive that when I got my first ride I was buzzing, guy was really cool even if he did have a suspicious bag of small white rocks, who am I to judge.
I got a few really good rides and I ended up at fruita Colorado just a few miles after grand junction. This is the last big town before Utah and generally a terrible place to be a hitchhiker. Avoid fruita if you ever hitchhike that way. Only one place to thumb on and there's almost no shoulder for cars to pull over on which makes hitchhiking really fucking hard as only a crazy person is gonna pull over. Not to mention it seems the only people that go to fruita are people going for the state park only to go back into Colorado which means there's almost no westward traffic.
The day I got there I had only eaten half a whopper that somebody had brought me the day before and hitchhiking hungry makes for a very frustrating day especially since I have decided not to beg, I strictly just ask for rides and just trust that what I need will come to me, which it does eventually.
Right across the street from me a guy in all black arrives and starts waving a sign around; a panhandler. Now this only makes things worse, I try to differentiate myself from the hobos by being clean and dressing nice to make me more approachable. But with this guy on the scene I ain't gonna even get a looking. So I decide to fuck off and find some WiFi to talk to cass, my girl in Denver. As I walk away the guy panhandling asks me if I've got some weed so I go over and talk to him. He's nice but we're two different hitchhikers, I decide to go on my way and find a place to camp.
