It continued to rain throughout Dakota, and I was getting miserable. All my
stuff was
wet, I was soaked to the skin by the time I stopped each night, and in the morning, I was
still damp. And it seemed that every sector cop I met had too hassle me. Finally, I gave
up about a day from the Montana border and found a hotel in a small city. I ended up
paying a hundred dollars for one night. I set my tent up in the room, then washed my
clothes and hung them off lamps, doorknobs and bedposts. I went down to the restaurant
and got a to greasy meal for to much money. After dinner, I went to watch television in
my room, but all that was on was news. There were three different channels and they all
had news on them, one from the east coast, one from the west coast and one from the
central part of America. I turned on the eastern news and watched it until I fell asleep.
I didn't want to afford another night in the hotel, so I packed everything up, ate a small
breakfast that was as bad as dinner had been, and continued hiking west. I easily crossed
the border at nightfall, and the next day, it wasn't raining. Finally.
~~
I was wrong, it took well over three weeks to get through Montana. Passing through
sector checkpoints every hour or two gets annoying after awhile, though. The best part is
that it was sunny the entire time, and the nights were warm. I got a tan unlike any I have
ever had before, and I was enjoying my trip, except for the sector cops. There were only a
few that gave me problems. By the time I hit Idaho, my hair was shaggy, the green dye
was pretty much gone, but my tips were still white. I couldn't spike my hair anymore
because of its length. But I did look and feel older than I did when I left Bay-West. Even
though I was still only thirteen, I felt as though I was the sixteen I was acting. It's been
nine weeks since I left home, but it feels as if it has been nine years. I still miss mom and
Patrick, but I am not thinking of them every minute of every day, as I was in Dakota. And
I'm not so angry with mom now. I can see what she meant when she said I don't
understand. I think about so much while walking every day. Walking through Idaho, I
think about going up to Canada and using the rest of my money to take a bus or train
home. But I want to understand what mom was trying to tell me, so I enter Washington
State and continue towards the ocean, Seattle and my mom's past.
~~
wet, I was soaked to the skin by the time I stopped each night, and in the morning, I was
still damp. And it seemed that every sector cop I met had too hassle me. Finally, I gave
up about a day from the Montana border and found a hotel in a small city. I ended up
paying a hundred dollars for one night. I set my tent up in the room, then washed my
clothes and hung them off lamps, doorknobs and bedposts. I went down to the restaurant
and got a to greasy meal for to much money. After dinner, I went to watch television in
my room, but all that was on was news. There were three different channels and they all
had news on them, one from the east coast, one from the west coast and one from the
central part of America. I turned on the eastern news and watched it until I fell asleep.
I didn't want to afford another night in the hotel, so I packed everything up, ate a small
breakfast that was as bad as dinner had been, and continued hiking west. I easily crossed
the border at nightfall, and the next day, it wasn't raining. Finally.
~~
I was wrong, it took well over three weeks to get through Montana. Passing through
sector checkpoints every hour or two gets annoying after awhile, though. The best part is
that it was sunny the entire time, and the nights were warm. I got a tan unlike any I have
ever had before, and I was enjoying my trip, except for the sector cops. There were only a
few that gave me problems. By the time I hit Idaho, my hair was shaggy, the green dye
was pretty much gone, but my tips were still white. I couldn't spike my hair anymore
because of its length. But I did look and feel older than I did when I left Bay-West. Even
though I was still only thirteen, I felt as though I was the sixteen I was acting. It's been
nine weeks since I left home, but it feels as if it has been nine years. I still miss mom and
Patrick, but I am not thinking of them every minute of every day, as I was in Dakota. And
I'm not so angry with mom now. I can see what she meant when she said I don't
understand. I think about so much while walking every day. Walking through Idaho, I
think about going up to Canada and using the rest of my money to take a bus or train
home. But I want to understand what mom was trying to tell me, so I enter Washington
State and continue towards the ocean, Seattle and my mom's past.
~~