My dogs are barking

I suck. I didn’t make it to Decatur. I made it to the Bethlehem Primitive Baptist Church at 7565 Greenbrier Rd. in Madison, AL and walked up to I-565 to get a ride back. I saw trains every hour and a half. I even hopped on one and rode it for a few seconds imagining a hobo life. I blistered my right pinky toe, and the backs of both heels within the first hour. I guess the Salomon hiking shoes I used still need some breaking in. I saw lots of dead opossum, or at least their bleached skeletal remains. I saw a cool looking copper colored snake. I picked up a plastic bag with envelopes sealed inside labeled “Haz Mat” with other numbers written on it. I think it fell off one of the trains. I saw a little tent village under one overpass next to the tracks. I had diarrhea and forgot to bring toilet paper. I saw lots of grafitti extolling the virtues of being “High Till I Die” or just getting stoned out of your gourd.

Most cool of all is that I reached a point where I didn’t know exactly where I was. Figuring out where I was may have been easy but it was still fun feeling like I was off the map for an hour or two.

Feeling: exhausted and happy