(Posted Sep 25, 02:46 PM by Zac)
Leaving Portland, the race was on. As it turns out, I had a doctor appointment early that afternoon. It was going to be close.
My only planned stop was to grab a quick lunch somewhere north of Eugene. A burrito and quesadilla later and I was ready to get back on the highway.
I hadn’t counted on spotting the extended thumb at the highway onramp.
Hmm… he looks like a typical Oregonian… nothing but a small bag, water bottle, and skateboard. His name was Noah, and he was looking for a lift down to the tiny town of Hugo.
Hop in.
As it turns out, he was about my age and actually knew a few people from my class at Ashland High. Small world, eh? We chatted about this and that on the drive down… it was kind of nice having company. After arriving in Hugo we swapped numbers and parted ways. In what seems to have become a trend on this trip, I offered up our couch in Santa Clara should he ever find himself down that way.
I made it to the doctor with three minutes to spare.
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