Up the road I could see a silhouette of a cowboy. Heavily packed each step looked as if were a chore. I pulled off the road in an open patch of grass near a corn field. He walked up with a huge smile on his face. It was only the beginning of the third day of his journey and he already had enough stories to fill a book.
After a handful of stories I offered him a ride to the next town to grab lunch. Space was tight but as they say....if there's a will there's a way. We strapped various objects to the front end and back side of the sissy bar. His 60 pound pack rode between us. With limited maneuverability and strong headwinds that shifted unexpectedly from southwest then northwest it made for an interesting 15 mile ride. It must have been a site to see judging by the looks we received.
We ate at the local Amboy diner and said Farewell
Before the sun was completely gone I made my way to The Jones residence were we shot the sun down.