Day 7: Friday 26th October
There’s not a chance I can contemplate writing up today yet, and I don’t know how I ever will.
In swift illustrative summary:
- Left Yosemite
- Tioga Pass broke my heart
- Mono Lake blew my mind
- BODIE ❤️ killed me
- Headed to June Lake Loop to try to find a pitch for the night
- Car started to tremble
- Oliver decided to die at top of long hill on Route 395
- Oliver started rolling back into freeway traffic
- Assisted by some top lads, get onto hard shoulder
- Tow Truck Chuck saved the day
- Tow Truck Chuck and I had a crash
- Police, camera, action
- DJ the mechanic comes into my life and he is a living legend
- Checked into hotel and have basically decided to give the Great Outdoor life a small break and a massive Fuck You for a couple of nights
- Now in a proper saloon which has a Hallowe’en fancy dress party going on and all the Sol Viva / [insert equivalent name of local town nightclub that offers two for one alcopops and played 50cent and Missy Elliott kind of vibes in 2001]
- Just been creeped out by a local lad but saved by the barmaid who told him to stop being a creep and got the bounce to throw him out ‘on his ass’.
- Johnny Cash ‘Walk the Line’ now playing and I couldn’t feel more In The America if I tried.
Day 8 needs to be so fucking dull or I’ll never catch up.
Today’s highlights:
- Don’t even go there.
- Where’s Hank when you need him?
- Hank, Hank, where for art thou Hank?
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