I'm from San Antonio, TX. Not as dusty and alone as the outer fringes of the state, but I'd still like to get out. I'll be backpacking West, toward Yosemite State park. I'll probably be stopping off in death valley park first. I want to see the Methuselah trees; they're supposed to be thousands of years old, just what I heard. Either way, I'm the type who's far better suited for desert climates. Hot, dry, thirsty, wander, jump, yawn, yell, it's all good. After Cali I'm going to head north to Grants Pass, OR. From there I don't know. I may need a place to stay in NV around Burning Man, if any body's interested, but that's not going to be for a while.
I dunno what else to say. I'm not an axe-murderer or a rapist. I do drink and smoke, but I'm otherwise pretty nice (or so I've been told by people that like me). What do i do? I dunno, I consider myself a writer regardless of the fact that I've never been paid for it. I have a warm, poetic handle of prose that I put to paper when the feeling strikes. Things have just grown stale down here. Maybe I'll find some inspiration out there in Americaland. I have this outdated and fairly naive concept of the American hitchhiker, probably from reading too much Kerouac. I accept the possibility of my death in the same manner that I accept the possibility of later eating sunflower seeds, or perhaps the possibility that I'll step on an ant. I'm no fool though. I can handle myself well enough to know better...
But I digress, I suppose. If anyone out there is interested in traveling around, let me know, we'll talk.
TTFN