Day 22: Tom's Tale

The next morning, after another icy-cold night, the condensation on the inside of tent had frozen. As the Fool shook the tent to fold it, it looked like a snow globe. He headed up the road in eager anticipation of a hotel break in town. As soon as he hit the blacktop road, he happily noted that his right foot was feeling much better. The bleeding had stopped and it didn't really hurt at all. But then, almost 2 minutes later, he stumbled on some gravel in the shoulder of the road, and badly twisted his left ankle. He yelled many bad words into his sky at at the gravel.

Now limping on his other foot, the Walking Fool slowly inched his way to the town of Williamsport, MD. He went to a local McDonald's and chatted with Tom, a WWII vet, who claimed that he fought in the Battle of the Bulge. The WF wasn't sure whether to believe the talkative old man, because every 10 minutes or so he'd interject, "Most people think I'm full of shit!" Then he'd slyly look around and continue with one of his tall tales.

After a long morning at the McDonald's, the Fool walked across the street to the Red Roof Inn. He was delighted to find that the rooms were only $40 a night. The manager, seeing that the WF was weary and tired-looking, decided to put him in a room next to the ice machine, with no windows. But still, not bad for 40 bucks... although Old Man Tom claimed they would give him a room for free if he told them he was walking across the country. More evidence he was perhaps full of it.

Route thus far

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