The heralded day had come. I awoke at the crack of dawn, for some thankful reason, and was on the road by 6:30am. I’d been anticipating this day of getting into Idaho Falls where I would begin a long voyage home for a short time, but would then be able to acquire Angie’s pack from my dad’s house. I’d talked with her on the lawn the night before and everything was set in place.
It was fifteen miles in and I took one break to de-suit from my early morning warmth attire. When I got into town the first thing I sought out was a place to eat which ended up being an Interstate-side Denny’s, and the plan was to find someone heading to Boise to hitch a ride with. This failed as I became consumed with the idea of breakfast and introvertive in the diner filled with, most likely, locals.
I left to walk the Interstate with my thumb out, thinking it was time to cash in on all my offers for rides I’d received along the way. I walked about three miles before I decided this was an extremely dumb idea and not worth wasting anymore of my time on with a $550 place ticket on the line. I remembered the only bus that would get me from Idaho Falls to Boise in time left at 3:30pm and it was 2:45. I would need to hurry.
I crossed the highway and hopped a fence to a local country road where my success with ride offers was generally much higher. I walked the length of it seeing three cars in total before I came across a U-Haul by 3. I immediately put the secretary there to work looking up Greyhound numbers, borrowing the phone; dialing home and numbers of taxis to coordinate a last minute plan to catch a bus in half an hour. I ate a few of her desktop candy bars and bought a $.50 soda from her before the cab arrived at 3:10. Thus I left the trail.