I had taken the county bus as far as I could and it dropped me off on the Indian reservation just after dark. There is a casino on one side of the road and a shopping center on the other side of the road. The shopping center was kind of neat, having an outdoor ice skating rink and one of those fountains that dances to music. The camp ground is full and since I don’t know the laws of Indian reservations I don’t want to go set up my tent someplace I might regret.
Once I am beyond the reservation I will be fine because it’s all National Forest, but until then I decided to head back west about 5 miles to a little town called Alpine, I found a safe place to sleep there.
What a cute little town and what a weird welcome. I woke up this morning to what sounded like a car crash and a truck racing down the road with no wheel at all on the front passenger side. There were sparks flying all over the place. I don’t know what that person was high on but to ruin a beautiful truck like that is totally insane. I saw the truck again as I headed off to find coffee and breakfast, it was surrounded by police cars at a local gas station.
Now its raining and I know I won’t be able to make it very far, so I am kind of stuck at McDonald’s until I can figure out what to do next. I guess if I need to I can head over to Starbucks, or if it stops raining long enough there is a library about a mile down the road. I might consider the possibility I will be here today and tomorrow until the rain passes.
My favorite saying at times like these is “God my life is in your hands, guide my path” and just go with whatever happens.