Life seems strange sometimes, the way events happen you have to suspect a director behind the scenes. Many people turn to religion to explain the twists and turns life takes. For me religion falls short of answering the deepest questions. It seems to be designed to stop questions rather than encourage investigation.
To continue on with my story, the $19 was an unexpected gift; it meant we didn’t have become ‘drug dealers’ in Lincoln Nebraska so we could continue our journey. I don’t remember much about the next day or two. We were very careful with our money and our optimistic projection was that we might have enough gas money to make it to Seattle.
Our route was going to take us through Yellowstone Park as that was a favorite haunt of mine from previous years. As we approached the park I suddenly remembered that it cost $3 to enter it. It was too late to find a different route and the $3 was going to cause us to run out of gas in Montana.
We headed for Old Faithful where they have a large lodge made out of logs. It has a wonderful lobby with 5 floors of balconies that are built around it. Only 3 levels are open to the public, but they have a lot of nice sitting areas with couches and high backed chairs.
Our plan now was to try and sell some of our stash there. I knew the place usually had a lot of ‘hippie’ types hanging around so I figured we had a good chance of success.
We arrived in the early evening and split up walking around the lobby propositioning likely looking people. For some reason we decided that we should present our commodity as mescaline instead of LSD, thinking it would be easier to sell. The hours passed and things looked bleak. At 9 o’clock the lobby was officially closed and we hadn’t had any luck.
Despondent and depressed I sat down in a chair in a dark corner of the upper level to contemplate our plight. After a little while a young ‘hippie’ looking individual sat down next to me and we started talking. I had given up the idea of selling our goods and I proceeded to tell him the story of our cross country saga.
He was quite taken by it, and when he heard that I had some mescaline to sell he was very interested. He said he needed to contact some friends in California first, but he wanted to make sure it wasn’t LSD. I assured him it wasn’t. If he could get a hold of his friends they would by the entire lot.
As it turned out he was unable to reach them. By this time it was getting to be one in the morning and we desperately wanted just enough money to make the trip home. We finally convinced him to buy $15 worth and we did the deal in the bathroom.
At last things started looking up. K. and I left the park that instant and found the first restaurant that was open so we could have a decent meal before continuing our drive. We drove the rest of the night and came to Spokane around lunch time.
K. had another brother living there and we were able to get ourselves another meal before hitting the road again. We made it back to Seattle that night with $1 to spare.
That ended our two month adventure.
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