New York State Is Not Only Beautiful It Is Full Of Surprises
Aug. 11, `82
Woosh! I've been tested, and it's not fun. In Glenn Falls, New York
I finally found a bank that would honor my card, but as I was getting
down to business the guy behind the counter told me the bank was under
a new name and I had to go elsewhere. "Another 50 miles down the
road," he said. I could get my money there. That was another 60 miles
south, not to mention the city traffic that I had to fight while
bicycling.
Well, it's 8 pm, and I'm sitting in my tent drinking genuine
Pennsylvania Dutch birch beer--root beer--and eating Oreo cookies.
Wow, what a day, in fact what a couple of days! I have been so wound
up over this money thing that I have not had time to enjoy myself --
not even a little. I'm headed to Syracuse, New York; that is, if my
twenty bucks will keep me alive that long.
My money is waiting for me in Syracuse. How do I know that--because
after talking to the Prestige people over the phone, I called the bank
and they confirmed it. I spent the whole day trying to figure out the
money thing. I even switched tactics. When I pulled into a bar around
4 pm, I called back to Michigan to see if Richard, my good friend,
would wire me some. He wasn't home. Then I called my brother, no luck
there either. By the time I had made all the right phone calls, I was
in a terrible mood. When I finally left the bar, though, the clouds
were white and the sun was hot. Even if things didn't work out, I was
not going to worry anymore. I was free again.
It's getting to dark to write, so I'll hurry this one up. Last night I
camped behind some trees in a farmer's field. The mosquitoes were
terrible. Tonight I have repellent on, but they're not so bad. I'm up
in the woods tonight, on posted land, but I feel safe. Tomorrow is
another day—goodnight!
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