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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