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Todd Gordon
Trad climber
Joshua Tree, Cal
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 14, 2007 - 10:22pm PT
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Ricardo Cabeza
climber
Meyers,CA
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Dec 14, 2007 - 10:37pm PT
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Almost made me blow water out of my nose! Too funny! Says something about those british hitchers, huh?
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Mighty Hiker
Social climber
Vancouver, B.C.
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Dec 15, 2007 - 12:57am PT
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I went to an Access Fund conference in Estes Park, Colorado in 2001. There was a fellow there, in the 50 - 60 range, who'd hitchhiked there from somewhere back east. He just liked hitchhiking, and travelled that way a lot.
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Jaybro
Social climber
The West
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Dec 15, 2007 - 01:17am PT
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Don't worry Melissa, Leroy has a ghost writer, unless the deal is off...
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quietpartner
Trad climber
Moantannah
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Dec 15, 2007 - 12:28pm PT
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I used to hitch all over the western US, had some spooky trips, along with some amazing rides (left Oregon with 2cents and wound up in MT with 2 cents, well-experienced and well fed.
I'd like to try it again, only I'd do only one thing consistently. I'd pack everything in a bright red 5 gallon gas can with hinged lid, which stands out like a beacon at road's edge. Never had to wait more than ten minutes with a can.
They always laughed when I told 'em, "Nope, didn't run outta gas, but this sure makes it easy to get rides out here in the middle of nowhere."
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Todd Gordon
Trad climber
Joshua Tree, Cal
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 15, 2007 - 01:10pm PT
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nevenneve
Trad climber
St. Paul, MN
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Dec 16, 2007 - 03:29am PT
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I think it was around 82 and the family was heading back from RMNP taking the scenic route skirting Denver. My dad wakes me up and tells me to roll over as a blood covered Mexican crawls into the rear of the Suburban next to me. It's pitch dark since the dome interior lights don't work and I'm still sure that was blood running down the guys face but I'm too scared to risk looking. Dead quiet and dads been gone a good 15 minutes since this guy got in. A car goes by and I could swear the skin on the back of my moms neck is grey. I'm pretty sure the next time this guy puts his hand to his head I'm going over the seat and hoping he takes my still sleeping brother as bait. Out of the cold night a siren breaks the air and my dads back in by the time the clump of mud he winged at the license plate fall off onto the ground. Our illegal immigrant passenger is suddenly quite animated. Fifteen minutes of hastily interpreted directions gets me the best cold air I've breathed in my short life as the rear door swings open.
Apparently my mom spotted the flames from a few miles away and the broken arm on the guy standing in the middle of the road was short of surprising. He passes the 30 second physical and leaves his hashish in the bushes on his way to being packed onto the metal floor next to me. The multiple other passengers had took to the hills but my new friend had stayed considering his mother was pinned in the car with probable internal injuries. Dad decided to see to the small fire still burning on the ground and found having two arms was all that was needed to get the door unstuck from the bent frame. Seeing as nothing could be done but alert the police the nearing sirens spelled time to dissasociate from the scene. It kills me that I can't remember my moms first words after we pulled away from his house.
Sorry if this is OT but we had been climbing most of the day.
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