FELLOW TRAVELERS
I bumped into these guys back in Davis California. We had no idea we would meet again. We camped together twice in Nevada. We did not ride together. The would rabbit off in the morning and I would drag into where they were camping three hours later.
They were from London and were heading to New York City. The conversations were interesting, youth meets old fart.
I did fine one other hats and returned it in Kansas. I saw their bikes in front of a restaurant. I walked in, haded him his hat and headed down the road. They made it to New York about the same time I made it to New Hampshire.
