I thereafter made it to and through the town of Crothersville, where I encountered another batch of disinterested (& sometimes downright scornful) gas station attendants (What’s with that?!? I mean, I get thinking off-hand that I’m “just another bum” – even though that thought process is more than a bit sad in & of itself […]
It was still quite difficult walking on this day, without question, and yet I had somehow made it the 10+ miles through the preceding night along Highway 31 to the town of Scottsburg by the following morning. And I found myself limping towards a local gas station there on the outskirts of the same, when […]
I had been walking a ways towards the town of Henryville, thinking that it would only be an hour or two more of hobble-limping down the tarmac until I could arrive and find some rest there, when I saw up ahead that the road was blocked off by signs claiming that there was no through […]
I started to get more & more heavily rained upon as I proceeded that afternoon (which really wasn’t too annoying, seeing as how my waterproof bag was thoroughly protected from the elements and the cool raindrops actually made the still-ultra-warm day much more pleasant for walking), and so I went ahead and stuck my thumb […]
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