I woke up today under a palm tree at the onramp near exit 222, knowing it would be a good day. Only slightly envious of the train hoppers I see passing me by at a remarkable speed, I resign myself to flying my sign to get as close to Los Angeles as possible.
My intuition never failing me, I was picked up in under an hour by an amazingly generous guy named Nic who was only going as far as Merced, but offered to buy me a train ticket to get me to Bakersfield. The air conditioning onboard the Amtrak train was a pleasant change from standing in the hot sun. It seems that my delay in Modesto worked out for the best after all. With a smile and a wave, Nic left me with the words "Attack each day with an enthusiasm unknown to mankind!!!!". Words to live by.
I decided that my top priority should be getting to the south terminus as quickly as possible, so I spent what was nearly the last of my money on a bus ticket to take me to San Diego. By morning, I should be only a couple day's away from Campo, even if I have to walk. PCT, here I come!
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