Today was my first walk in the rain, and I broke out a brand new neon orange poncho. I felt occasionally like an escapee from a Disney movie (think dance of the giant orange shopping bags) and occasionally like a daring adventuress crossing the plains (with my poncho tight under my chin and my bonnet secured against the winds).
The fashion statement did not dull the hopes of that one prostitute seeker for whom the reality of the fact that there are never prostitutes here cannot prevent him from thinking that this giant neon orange woman might finally be the answer to his dreams. (So funny- I told the "why would I do you for 20 bucks" story to a group of people and one of the men was like "Really? They only get twenty bucks?" Yah buddy, feel free to not sit by me.)
But all of this misses the fact that I also walked 7 miles and crossed in North Carolina. In fact, I got several miles into North Carolina ending at Chunky Girl Trail. I wish there were more I could say about that. I wish I could build a monument to the Chunky Girl Trail. Instead I'll just lay down my chunky self for a sleep and keep walking in the morning.
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