Day 53: From Brooksville to Bullshit

The Fool woke up early and entered the small hamlet of Brooksville -- the Fool's favorite town so far. The folks were very nice and excited to talk to him. He even got a write-up from the local paper. But things went from great to not-so-great to really crappy in a matter of hours. After leaving town, the Fool spent most of the day walking on an even more hilly, snaky, twisting road through horse farmland. Exhausted, the fool sat on the side of the road to rest his weary legs.



About 10 minutes later, the Pendleton County Sheriff's patrol car came cruising over to where the WF was resting. The mustached cop stepped out to explain to the Walking Fool that he was a "suspicious character." He then told him some B.S. about how he was trespassing on private property. Apparently that small patch of grass between the road and the farm fence was positively off-limits and a grave criminal offense. So the sheriff took the Fool's ID and had it called it in. Once it was revealed that, yes, the Fool was not an escaped backpacking convict, his drivers license was returned and he was instructed to "move along."