Back in Barstow
I got a ride an am back in Barstow. How ironic, when I left Shelley’s place this morning I couldn’t fin d a mail box or address. I wanted to send her a note when I finished my journey. However, the young man, Chancy, who gave me a ride had a friend that he believes they maybe related or friends. As we drove by the rear of her residence, he pulled up her Facebook page. It was her. Now I can reach out to her and do a friend request. Small world.
Also, someone wanted to see how I was holding up. So I took a picture and included a hat so friends see that I have one. My dad was busting me for not wearing a hat. I have three for this trip.