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advertising efforts to have turned up outside of our little triangle
(Morgan, Irv and I).
A passing cyclist couldn't help but spot our sign on the shelter and the lingering crowd. We were eight now after all. He stopped for a cup of tea and we were nine! The cyclist, John, was a global hitcher himself, back in Seattle for the winter. He brought our number to nine, and offered us a place to park the Airstream for the night at his place nearby. The fraternity of hitch-hikers seemed as strong as ever. It was a wonderful day! A relaxing break from what was beyond any doubt the most stressful period of my life to date. A handful of lovely folk came together, for what we liked to think might be the start of a tradition of North American Hitch-hiker's Gatherings, thanks to the dreams and energy of one key soul I suspect - Morgan Sal'man Strub. On account of my schedule, I glimpsed but a small window in a broader adventure that involved a Hitch-hiker's Philosophy Cafe the next day and the shooting of a science fiction scenes with the Airstream. Morgan does the whole period more justice with his photo-journal at Digihitch, than I can here with my meager involvement. Who knows, perhaps we'll see an article in the Seattle Times by John Wolfson some day ...
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