After a restless night of evading the police, the Walking Fool climbed out from under the bridge to a cloudy, windy morning. Unapprehended, but still weary of police on the lookout for a suspicious backpacker, he stealthily walked to the nearby town of Turin. Since the town was a mere speck on his map, the Fool expected it to be nothing but an intersection and a dead raccoon, but it actually had few buildings, including a small consignment shop. The WF bought two ashtrays, a desk lamp and a children's-sized Pokémon t-shirt.
From the streets of Turin, our traveling tramp continued west on 175 for another 8 miles, still aware that he may be on the police's watchlist. He finally reached the town of Onawa, which boasts having the widest Main Street in America (about 75 feet wide).
The Fool also discovered that Onawa is famous for being the birthplace of the Eskimo Pie. He then strut down the wide Main Street, ignored the Eskimo Pie street carts, and hightailed it to a Super 8 Motel for rest and relaxation.
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