Day 74: Booked Campground

The Fool left Salem and hit the Red Caboose Diner in the small town of Odin. He got the Red Top Special and the cook gave him potato salad with it for free (normally, it's 50 cents extra). He walked six miles to the next town of Sandoval where he hit yet another library, which was the size of a NYC studio apartment.

As the sun began to set, the Fool hit the Carlyle Lake State Park where he planned to set up camp. But the entire campground was booked for the weekend by some local club or lodge or white supremacist group. The pale, skinny old man at the camp entrance told the Fool he must vacate the site immediately. The Fool responded by waving his hand dismissively and walking through the campground to get to the other side of the park.

He slyly set up his tent in a group of bushes off a trail.