Truckers and Work

    After my last post last night, I started walking down the road to see if any of the local farmers would let me camp out in their pastures. Turns out that I don't go over well with the local horse ranchers, cause they said no. So I found myself a few miles down the road out of town with the daunting prospect of walking back. Didn't sound fun.
    Well just in case there was a friend driving by I decided to fly my thumb and lo and behold, I picked up a ride for a few miles to a RV park where they said I could camp out for the night. After I had my camp set up, my neighbor introduced himself to me. He was a nice guy named Cowboy. He offered me a can of beans to go with my rice which I accepted and the gifts didn't stop there. He spent the entire night offering me drinks, cans, and pillows to sleep on. He also invited me into his RV to eat and watch The Waltons. Nice guy.
    I woke up around 8 ish, packed camp and just as I was heading out my other neighbor introduced himself, and gave me a drink. As I left I dropped off a note thanking Cowboy for all of his kindness and hit the road.
    I few minutes on the interstate I flagged a ride with a colorful woman and her son, and by colorful I mean that they cursed a lot. Fuck me they cursed a lot. They offered to take me to the next town which was exactly where I was going. The woman driving told me she was driving to Arbol for cataracts surgery. In case you were wondering you read that right, the lady driving was going to get surgery so she could see better.  Luckily it was only about 10 miles.
    They dropped me off at the Salvation Army and I offered my services, hoping to make some money and get some food. I worked a few hours and found out that they didn't pay in cash, only beds and foods, and that didn't cut it for me. I kept working till lunch, hoping my work would barter me a ride to the highway. Turns out no. But it did get me close, and after a short (mile or 2) walk, I found myself back on the interstate and found a quick ride to take me to Davis.
    My rides name was Craig and he was from New Zealand, what he was doing in Oklahoma I have no idea. But he was nice, and picked me up on his way home from shoeing horses. He took me up to highway 7, where I got my third ride of the day with a trucker.
    Marco, the trucker who picked me up, is only a trucker as his second job. His first job, he was happy to tell me, was as a faith healer and a crusader. After he asked me what my birthday was, he used that information to determine that god had put me on this earth to be a pastor, and he was quick to tell me that my life path was stupid. Although I can't complain, he drove me to Oklahoma City where I now reside.
    I picked up a motel for the night, and I plan to go over my plans again. I think I will go towards Nevada tomorrow, sooner than I had planned. Night everybody.