Day 87: The Devil and Two Angels

Our traversing trooper got up and headed north again through Jefferson City, Missouri, which can be referred to as "Jeff City" according to a local businessman the fool chatted with. However, calling it just "Jefferson" would simply not be tolerated.

After walking five miles, the WF was back on the trail and heading west again. About four miles later, the fool met three scary drunks hanging out and drinking cans of Budweiser. One of the them, the fool suspected, was the devil himself as he shook the fool's hand and inexplicably started crushing it as hard as he could while glowering into his eyes with brooding hatred. The fool somehow managed to extricate himself from this terrifying encounter without insulting the devil, nor showing too much fear. He then bolted down the trail … where he eventually met two people of the complete opposite demeanor.

A kind, generous couple on bikes stopped to offer the walking fool their home for him to sleep in. They told him how to find their house which was another 8-9 miles down the trail. Around 9pm, he arrived and was greeted by the family with open arms and a nice pizza dinner. The fool commented on how he couldn't believe there are people who would take in a complete stranger and let him into their home. As the father showed the fool to the guest bedroom, he said matter-of-factly, "I think we have good judgement of character, and we knew you were all right."