Washington, VA
Wednesday May 21, 2008
6:32am I just woke up. I got eight hours
of sleep.
Inside
of
tent.
Grill.
Kitchen.
9:03am I am all packed up. I'm going to
walk to the library and bum somebody's cellphone and see if I can call Laura
Marijuana. I'm going to ask her if she could possibly give me a ride closer to
Morgantown. Jayme was supposed to come pick me up. I was supposed to call her
last night, but I couldn't because Laura had taken off. Hopefully she'll come
pick me up tonight. I'm going to see if I can get a little bit closer. If
Morgantown is only three hours away I might get there today.
Here are all our emails until today.
I am totally leaving that
garage better than I found it. All those leaves I
moved. At the last minute I found me a wooden rake. I fine-tuned it with the
rake.
Me,
again
9:14am Turning left on
Tiger Valley Road.
9:40am I stopped in front of Hill Farm,
Jessamine Farm and layered down.
I just took off my WPTMJ shirt. I'm wearing my cool blue hemp shirt.
9:49am I just walked all the way to Long
Mountain. This doesn't look familiar. I'm lost. I'm going to stop here and smoke
a cigarette and hopefully a car will come by and give me directions.
9:52am I did walk the wrong way on Tiger
Valley off of Starks. I am at where Tiger Valley tees, so I must be going in the
wrong direction. My tape is about to run out. I should probably let it. I don't
know.
9:55am I had stopped to smoke a cigarette
and all of a sudden Kate pulls up in her truck. Gardener-Kate is being nice
enough to give me a lift closer to the library. I appreciate it, Kate. Everybody
gets credit.
9:57am Kate and I are driving around
taking pictures. I just took a
picture of Old Rag. The oldest mountain? Kate: "I
thinks it's the oldest mountain on the planet. You laugh, but we just hang out
here and study the rocks. You see, when they're old they're old and ragged
because they've been beat down by the weather. The Himalayas, those are young
mountains. The Rockies are younger mountains. The Appalachians are the oldest
mountains." I haven't taken the trail yet.
10:22am Kate invited me to come hang out
and see her gardens. At the house I met Laura, this beautiful Bohemian girl with
wondrous dreadlocks. Kate wouldn't let me take her picture. She's all scared.
She was ignorant to my story too. She was all, "No, we've gotta get to work."
Laura had sat down to listen to my story, but Kate barked at her, "No, we have
to unload these plants!" They let me borrow a cellphone, but I can't get
reception out here.
I took pictures of the
beautiful
gardens
out here.
The Lorax, by Dr. Seuss.
Kate showed me this plant I took a
picture of. She says the water that forms on
the leaves can cure Herpes.
11:09am Kate brought me to the
library.
She dropped me off. I noticed I left my walking stick by the gardens. I left my
backpack inside the library and I'm going to ride back to Kate's and then walk
back.
I secured my walking stick and I am walking back now.
11:32am I just got dropped off and I'm
already walking. Passing Starks Road and Tiger Valley.
11:50am I just walked up to Lee Highway.
12:02pm I stopped in front of this
marker,
this plaque right before the library. Little Washington, the first of them all.
Celeste, Laura and Kate are those
girls I hung out with at the gardens.
3:28pm I am back at camp. Laura is nowhere
to be found.
4:55pm I am going to venture to the
library once again. I don't know what happened to Laura. I hope she's not mad.
She just disappeared. Crap, I could be in Morgantown by now. I'd leave
hitchhiking, but she's got my shirts in her car.
I'm going to set my watch and see how long it takes me to walk to the library.
5:19pm I was just walking towards the
library in the drizzle and Kay Wilson and Mrs. Maxwell were nice enough to pull
over and offer me a ride. I appreciate it, guys. Everybody gets credit, thanks.
5:22pm I was magically teleported back to
the library. It kind of messed up timing my walk, but oh well. I'm going to go
check my email and see if I can call Laura again.
6:50pm I just walked into town, Main
Street. It's not that far at all. I
took
pictures of the Inn At Washington, the
Inn Crowd one Laura told me about.
7:20pm I am back at the library.
8:01pm Damn, Laura just disappeared. I
haven't seen her all day. I want a cigarette bad.
I'm going to walk to the store. I got directions from some guy who works at the
library who was changing the marquee by the thrift store. I have to turn left on
Main Street.
Another marker.
8:30pm I walked to the store and made a
cigarette out of the ashtray.
Another marker.
8:35pm I went to the store and they were
closed. They closed at six 'o clock.
Mary Bailey at 128 Main Street, she was
nice to give me some cigarettes. I appreciate it, Mary. Everybody gets credit.
Thanks a lot.
Mary just volunteered me something to eat! Perfect.
9:12pm Oh yeah, I got fed like crazy. I
even have food to bring back to camp. See, I was walking in front of her house
in front of the store and I saw a densely populated ashtray on her front porch.
I saw this lady looking out the screen door and I walked up and gave her the
peace sign. I asked Mary if she minded if I raided her ashtray. She volunteered
me two cigarettes. Then she said, "Are you hungry?" She cooked me up like three
pieces of fish and then she gave me tons of snacks, awesome.
All because I decided to go to the gas station to look for cigarettes. Mary and
Harry.
Mary listened to my story and agreed with every single bit of it.
10:03pm I made my way back home, back to
camp. I'm going to start a fire. It's not that cold, but I want to relax and
smoke a cigarette before I go to bed.
10:38pm I already have my fire started and
I took my last hit of resin. I'm chilling out by the fire.
10:43pm I am crashing out.
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