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hitchhiking | hitchhiking

luke-whyte's picture
Feb.09.2011
If you travel east on Rt. 299 from the Northern California coast, the wet winds will be suffocated by the mountains' meticulous calm. Somewhere out there (I’d say about a tank of gas east of the beach), a dirt road breaks off to the left and ascends through 20 miles of hairpin turns. Where it ends...
marta-szabo's picture
May.27.2010
It was hot and it was Lincoln, Nebraska. I’d been hitchhiking from British Columbia – sixteen years old – partially because I had lost the Greyhound bus pass my parents had purchased, but mostly because I wanted to hitchhike the way any self-respecting hippy did. I wanted to find the Merry...