I sat down on the guardrail and waited from 8:15 am until almost 5pm in the afternoon, before I got a ride.
The first ride took me about eight miles down the road...back to Sutherlin. The second ride brought me a bit further north, to a collection of travel businesses: Two motels, one gas station, one cafe and a truck stop.
I tried to hitch a ride out but the truckers were too stupid to bother with that night, so I walked over to a nearby picnic table and sat down. A few minutes later, I called the sheriff's department and then waited for a cop to arrive.
He pulled up in his cruiser and advised me to walk down to the local 24-hour laundromat. He told me that I could snooze there, for the night. So I did.
Yesterday, I woke up and stared at the silent row of dryers and aging washing machines and smiled. I had gotten a good rest in that building and now it was time for some hot coffee.
So, I pulled on my backpack and plodded down the torn up road to the local gas station. That's where I met Albert.
I walked in the gas station and said, "I need to use the restroom in the worst way and I also need a hot cup of coffee."
Albert pointed to the bathrooms.
After I brushed my teeth, washed my face and finished doing everything else I had to do in the restroom, I walked out in search of hot caffeine.
And I got it.
"High-Voltage", no less!
Good ol' Albert!
Then I tramped down the mile-long on ramp to the Interstate and sat down on yet another guard rail.
I got rides past Eugene and almost to Albany, Oregon before I turned right and headed down the eastbound shoulder of highway 20. I passed Lebanon and Sweet Home before I reached the hills.
Some of those hills have been stripped "bald" by modern-day lumberjacks.
And my next ride took me high up, over, across and through Santiam Pass.
At one point, during yesterday's travel, I was left in the middle of everything and spent some of my time taking photographs.