This picture has nothing to do with this post. I just felt like showing you a photo of Karen and Kenz(Noahs girlfriend).
One of the nice things about being mobile is the ability to move on if you feel uncomfortable with any location or circumstance. Sometimes you will meet someone that doesn’t share the same outlook you have. That’s what happened when I found a campsite at Oak Flats. It’s not that I didn’t feel safe or was threatened in any way, but I felt a little uncomfortable when my neighbor stopped to chat.
He started by telling me he was a disabled veteran on total disability and spends a lot of time helping other vets get money by claiming disability. There is nothing wrong with vets that need help getting it, but I had the feeling he likes to work the system. He told one friend that had a terminal illness to get a lot of credit cards and run up a bunch of debt. I guess I’m being kind of judgmental. I don’t know what his disability is. He may have a mental illness from the war, but it made me suspicious when he said he was on his way to California to do some surfing. He’s also hoping to hook up with two Mexican girls later on this week for threesome sex. He asked me if I wanted to travel with him and sell his headlight cleaning solution he invented.
When I was at the Salt River I met a guy that I had a lot in common with. I really enjoyed the two evenings we spent talking in the shade of my camper, discussing travel plans and talking about the philosophy of traveling alone. He had lost his wife to cancer four years ago and I think he may be on a healing journey. One thing that keeps this life interesting is the people you meet.
I’m not going to avoid meeting people but I pretty much stayed out of sight the rest of the afternoon. I’ll slip out of here by myself tomorrow. No Fooling!
When I read the title of the post and then saw that picture, I thought, “Hmmm, he met someone who looks exactly like Karen!” I guess my eyes weren’t deceiving me.
I would have moved too, after talking with the wacko neighbor. As fast as I could!
You’re better than I am at talking with strangers. I rarely talk to the person next to me on the plane (unless it’s Gisele, of course!), or strangers I meet anywhere. It’s too bad. I think you have some better experiences than I do.
On the other hand, it helps me avoid the occasional wacko.
I feel uncomfortable seeing grown up girlfriends of great grandsons. That takes a lot of living.