It felt good to get back on the rails after a week hiatus, even considering the search Kam and I underwent by an Amtrak cop. Apparently, young backpackers are the faces of extreme danger.
mugs of unmitigated terror
We're in Atlanta now, staying with Leah, my old roommate Rebecca's sister. We're novelties here, based on our clothing, which strays from the button-up shirt, baseball hat and faded jeans. Flannel is unheard of here unless it's Halloween and you're a lumberjack. These people are going to flip for the bigfoot shirt.
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