I'm stuck, nearly hopelessly stuck. There's nothing like a little rain, sleet, and hail to remind me of the rawness of the road. Now it's the sun... Bright and overwhelmingly, shining fierce on my face, on the longest day of the year. Blasting into my eyes at harsh angles, I'm just trying to get a ride out of here. My idealistic sign, no longer reads "West to Portland," it is now is blunt and to the point... "I'm getting SUNBURNED out here."
But it seems this town is cursed or maybe my luck has run out completely. Hour after hour, in between brief moments of resting in the feeble shade of a nearby tree, I stand with my sign up and thumb out growing more desperate as each car passes. I try different spots, different roads, and different routes all together, but to no avail. I'm hopelessly stuck.
After an evening, a night, a morning and an afternoon I've still made no progress, left standing on the hot tar with my shoes melting. Completely stranded, as one-fingered gestures of derision are flung from car windows and my feeling towards the road grow from idealistic to ambivalent and continue worsening on a downward spiral... Time to get out of here by other means, I decide. Defeated but unbroken I make my way to the bus station and get a one-way ticket to anywhere.
*Since I wrote this I am still on the road and doing well, enjoying the rhythms. I'm happily back in the care and kindness of strangers, in good spirits, and absorbing the many lessons I've learned.