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Back in the late 90s I had a long distance relationship with a girl who lived in Arcata California (northern Humboldt County, pretty far north in the redwoods) and would routinely drive about 5 hours one way to see her for the weekend.
I would usually leave her place to come back home on the Sunday in the evening so I could get home and to sleep by midnight for the workday on Monday.
I would occasionally pick up friendly looking hippies posted up by the on ramp to the 101 south looking to get a ride to Eureka or another small town just further south. Guys, girls, couples. They were always cool, smelly, and chill.
The last time I did it was so fucking weird. He was a gangly dude with a backpack and dreads. I asked him where he wanted to go and he said Garbervill which is a good distance, like an hour. It was completely on the way so I was like fuck it.
The weird stuff starts pretty quickly when 20 minutes south of Eurka he asks if he can pick something up from somewhere at the next exit. I asked if he wanted to go to a house or something and he said not really.
So I take the exit and we drive down a frontage road in the dark and dude is like stop here. He gets out and starts climbing up an embankment into the fucking forest. It's completely dark and he pleaded with me not to drive off when he left the car. I almost did because wtf.
So, bro comes back and says let's go.
I know everything is super sketchy at this point. I'm thinking he just grabbed a stash of weed or?
So we start getting close to Garbervill and I'm pretty excited to get this guy out of the car and he blurts out something to the effect that maybe he shouldn't go there because shit might go bad for him. He says just take me to Laytonville... That's like another hour south.
I could tell he was getting progressively more paranoid prior to this, but I begrudgingly said OK. I even told dude this wasn't part of the plan and he is giving off strange vibes.
The next part of the drive was intense. Super dark and windy two lane highway in the middle of nowhere. I still have no idea what he grabbed out of the woods earlier.
We dont talk and I'm bombing down the road because I have made this trip lots of times.
On a tight blind curve that I'm going at least 25 mph over the limit a fucking deer appears in my lane. I missed it and nearly lost control of my car, fish tail back and forth and recover.
We look at each other and he screams 'how did you do that? You fucking did it man! You saved us!'
At that point I feel like I'm dreaming and want to wake up, but now we are blood brothers.
To make a long story less long he freaks out at Laytonville and wants to keep going south to the next town, and the next town, to the point where we get to Sacramento.
I tell him the ride stops here because I'm home.
He tells me Sac is bad news and he is going to be completely fucked here, so I end up taking him to the Roseville train yard so he can hop a boxcar back north.
I would usually leave her place to come back home on the Sunday in the evening so I could get home and to sleep by midnight for the workday on Monday.
I would occasionally pick up friendly looking hippies posted up by the on ramp to the 101 south looking to get a ride to Eureka or another small town just further south. Guys, girls, couples. They were always cool, smelly, and chill.
The last time I did it was so fucking weird. He was a gangly dude with a backpack and dreads. I asked him where he wanted to go and he said Garbervill which is a good distance, like an hour. It was completely on the way so I was like fuck it.
The weird stuff starts pretty quickly when 20 minutes south of Eurka he asks if he can pick something up from somewhere at the next exit. I asked if he wanted to go to a house or something and he said not really.
So I take the exit and we drive down a frontage road in the dark and dude is like stop here. He gets out and starts climbing up an embankment into the fucking forest. It's completely dark and he pleaded with me not to drive off when he left the car. I almost did because wtf.
So, bro comes back and says let's go.
I know everything is super sketchy at this point. I'm thinking he just grabbed a stash of weed or?
So we start getting close to Garbervill and I'm pretty excited to get this guy out of the car and he blurts out something to the effect that maybe he shouldn't go there because shit might go bad for him. He says just take me to Laytonville... That's like another hour south.
I could tell he was getting progressively more paranoid prior to this, but I begrudgingly said OK. I even told dude this wasn't part of the plan and he is giving off strange vibes.
The next part of the drive was intense. Super dark and windy two lane highway in the middle of nowhere. I still have no idea what he grabbed out of the woods earlier.
We dont talk and I'm bombing down the road because I have made this trip lots of times.
On a tight blind curve that I'm going at least 25 mph over the limit a fucking deer appears in my lane. I missed it and nearly lost control of my car, fish tail back and forth and recover.
We look at each other and he screams 'how did you do that? You fucking did it man! You saved us!'
At that point I feel like I'm dreaming and want to wake up, but now we are blood brothers.
To make a long story less long he freaks out at Laytonville and wants to keep going south to the next town, and the next town, to the point where we get to Sacramento.
I tell him the ride stops here because I'm home.
He tells me Sac is bad news and he is going to be completely fucked here, so I end up taking him to the Roseville train yard so he can hop a boxcar back north.
