Here's another one. Back in the sixties I decided to hitchhike from Berkeley to NYC. I left five days before Christmas. I made pretty good time and ended up in Salt Lake City in a couple of days. Then the rides began to dry up. I finally got an offer of a ride out of Salt Lake but the guy was going out the back side east through the mountains and then heading south to New Mexico. That hiway is very little used and basically is a road to nowhere. It eventually meets up with the main route, Interstate 80, in Wyoming. I decided to take the ride as I was freezing and a warm car was better than standing in the snow.

I had an uneventfull ride and the driver dropped me off at the intersection with the hiway going south. This was in the middle of absolutely nowhere, no town, no houses, no ranches, just desert.

There was a person standing alongside the road just past the intersection. I walked up to him and just about died from shock when I realized it was a good friend of mine from high school. We hadn't seen each other for a couple of years and had fallen out of touch. It turns out he was also hitching to NYC. He still has the sweater I loaned him. We hitched the rest of the way to NYC in three days. I have never seen him again.

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