What do you write about when virtually all you’ve done for the last two days is watch movies and listen to the rain tap against the window pane? We can write about the movies we watched? No, I’m afraid that a Romantic Comedy starring Katherine Heigl is not really worth writing home about, so to speak. What about the movie sitting there that we didn’t watch? The one starring James Franco – now he’s worth writing about. After all, how many people can claim the epic accomplishments he has achieved academically and professionally? Few if none I would say. But whatever. He bores me.
Let’s try something else. My dream! Last night I dreamt that a Bear was chasing me. Desperately trying to get away, I jumped in a window that led me to a forest and out a window that led me in to a building. It was all very confusing and scary. In the end I lost him by hiding under a bed, a glorious bed that looked like it was made for someone of Royal descent. Yeah, I agree, not very titillating either.
How about this, last night I gathered up my partner in crime and we went looking for trouble, well not really trouble, I should say excitement.We were cruising up and down streets, not too much happening in Anchorage on a monday night, but then as fate would have it, we found a Bingo hall! Oh, the photo’s we could get! Naturally, they threw us and my camera out of there in less than Five minutes.
Still not satisfied enough to go home, we kept looking, seeking out just a sliver of exhilaration when, Turn left Baby! Bowling Alley!
I know this has probably left you all holding on to the edge of your seats, the anticipation is killing you right? Well come back tomorrow for part Deux, I have a movie to go watch, here we come James Franco.
Here in Anchorage we are lucky enough to be in Vanessa and Cody’s cozy home and have had the time to reflect on our journey thus far. All those hours we spent standing on the side of the road we would always wonder who the next person would be to come along to give us a ride, and every time the one who stopped was a wonderful human being. It seems to be that the type of people picking up hitchhikers are people who are spreading love and happiness in this world that is often consumed by fear and evil. They’re not afraid of strangers. After all, strangers are only people we haven’t met yet. The most obvious commonality among the drivers who have given us rides is there trust that we are simply traveling the same direction and don’t expect anything more than a ride.
After hearing people’s stories it became clear that almost everyone who picked us up had done their fair share of hitchhiking. I guess a little bit if empathy and the unspoken kinship among Hitchers helped us a long the way. It took us 24 rides to reach Anchorage. All of which were unique and interesting. All of which were trusting, like us.
So why has hitchhiking become a lost art? There is a dominant belief that hitchhiking is dangerous, though every effort made to find actual evidence of this danger objectively, has been unable to do so. Also, America has become generally more prosperous since the 1970′s, more people own cars and rural areas now have more extensive bus systems.
We think that now is as good a time as any to revive this lost art. A time when trust and meaningful human connection are at an all time low. A time when green house gases and over crowded freeways should inspire us to share the road, share our cars and share our stories with strangers who will become our friends.
“The best way to know if you can trust somebody is to trust them”
~ Ernest Hemingway