Day 54: Moving Along

After heeding the cop's advice, the Fool moved along to the next town of Falmouth where he camped in a small forest just outside of town. When he woke up, the walking fool was disappointed to realize it was a forest of poison ivy he slept in. But undaunted, he washed himself up at the local Subway, had a foot long tuna sub for lunch and chatted with the hyperactive Subway worker who wished she was in Africa. The fool was originally going to eat at the McDonald's, but lost his interest when he saw the long lines at the counter and the defecating farmer in the bathroom. Our friend the fool spent the rest of the day on Route 22 — an even windier, hillier, zigzag of a road — if that was possible. The road was so meanderingly bad, there were curves in the curves in the curves. Only consolation was finally entering a new county and saying goodbye to being on the Pendleton county Sheriff's watchlist.