Said adios to Jim, the crew and the Fantasy in Key West. Sold the Jamaican right smart, a bit of a novelty compared to Keys Seaweed. Hitched back to New Hampshire, sold a few molas and picked corn at my mate’s farm to earn a few extra dollars.
Hitch-hiked to Montana to see some friends. My mate Mike Roselle was still hanging out around Jackson Hole, camping along the Snake. Sounded fun.
So I headed south, through Yellowstone. Decided to sleep at the Canyon Village campfire program amphitheatre as it was starting to rain. Saw a cute young lady and offered her a cold beer. Partied into the night.
Around the Caribbean by Bike, Thumb and Sail 