John the Hitchhiker
One more cool thing that happened this weekend was that on Friday I saw a guy in Pismo Beach with a backpack on just walking through the town. He came up to Ryan and I and asked how many miles to Santa Barbara. I told him it was about 80 miles, but I wasn’t sure. Turns out it is more like 100.
Anyway, he walked off, and I didn’t think nothing of it. Then last night, when I was riding home. I stopped in Santa Barbara for dinner. Went in to a Mcdonalds, which I normally hate, but it is hard to find any fast food places in downtown Santa Barbara. Anyway, the guy right in front of me in line, was the same guy who asked how far Santa Barbara was the day before in Pismo.
So I asked him his name, he said John. Then i bought him some dinner, and we chatted for a while. Turns out he is 19 years old, grew up in the foster care system, and has been hitchhiking his way up and down the coast, and back east for 2 years. Pretty nice guy, but once he found out I was a pastor he was a little distant in talking about himself. I tried to let him know that I didn’t care what he had done, and that it wasn’t my place to judge him anyway. Once he realized that, he had some pretty sweet stories. You should ask me about the guy if you would like to know more. I wish guys like that had blogs, cause they seem to have the most adventures.
