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In the mid 1970s shortly after I got out of high school a friend and I decided to travel the USA and Canada by thumb in 1976.   This was a 9 month trip together and apart for the last half of that.  We had some strange rides but none truely dangerous.  I was always impressed with the trust placed in me by those that gave us rides.  I was in 38 states and 4 Canadian provinces in this journey and did some of the east on a small Motorcycle.  One story of many on trust was when Dave and I split up in Calgary Alberta after the Stamped rodeo.  I was headed east and Dave was headed west.

Near Moosejaw Sashcatuwan in the early morning as I slept in a wheat field I was rousted by RCMP and they opened my pack and all I had in the pouring rain on the road and all I had was totally drenched wet.  I walked along the trans Canadian Hwy in the rain for two hours totally drenched.  I was picked up by a man 'Chuck' with his 8 year old daughter 'Lily' on his way to Winnipeg Manitoba many hundreds of miles going my way.  I was a scragly wet mess that he put in the back seats with his daughter and in the next 6 hours of driving I dryed out and played cards with the girl and did word games and stories with them both.  He needed someone to keep him awake was his initial comment when I was so thankful anyone picked me up as I was.

He was so trusting in me to be so close to his daughter and soaking wet as I was it always seemed incredible to me.

Jack of Jack and Jill, twins since 1955.

    

  

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