Day 46: The Fool's Rules

Having now rerouted his walking path, the Fool scrambled together his maps to figure out where the heck he was going. Thankfully, route 32 pretty much took him exactly to the same spot on the Ohio/Kentucky border he would have gotten to via route 50 -- but faster! Which is good. Faster and more direct is better! Put that down as Golden Rule number 2 in the walkingfool handbook. Rule number 1 is: don't die. Rule number 12 is never stay at a hotel that has an animal in its name. Rule number 8 is that you don't mess around with Jim.



The Fool walked through the town of Welston where he was greeted by a pair of little kids giving him a mocking peace sign. "Oh yeah, I have a beard and I'm carrying a backpack, so I'm an out-of-touch, peace-loving hippy!" the Fool said in the thickest sarcastic tone he could muster -- but which was lost on the 5 and 6 year old kids.

He left Welston, took a winding back road through the Ohio farmland, met a guy on his porch who yelled out, "BEATS DRIVING WITH THESE GAS PRICES, EH?" and finally reached the town of Jackson at nightfall. He met some very nice folks at the McDonald's. One of the workers gave him a free bottle of water. The Fool left Jackson a happy man.