>>902622After doing me the kindness of offering me a shower at his residence, he told me that he had a friend that ran a campground in the area. We took a ride down there, with him mentioning that I might be able to do some work in exchange for staying the night. When we arrived, he showed me a patched of forest near the main work house. This is where he taught me to hunt for Morels in the Pennsylvania/Ohio woods.
Recalling this detail, I'm obliged to correct: this must have been in May, as he imparted to me that he usually began hunting on April 20th. Regardless, I followed his advice, and soon had a pocket full of Mushrooms. I hung out for a while longer, smoking out of a bong with the campground workers, and was shown this crazy mancave that the guys had up above their "break room".
This place seemed like it had every collectors Item from every era tucked in to every corner, and hung on every wall. Coca Cola signs, rosie the riveter propaganda, old globes, neon signs, you name it. The walls were all wood, like a rustic log cabin.
Unfortunately, I decided not to stay the night. Shortly after, the gentleman's wife arrived to give me a ride onward to my "destination", wherever that might have been.
cont. if anyone is reading lol
