Hippie Daze II

So,after spending a week or so in the Bay area, Jerry and I started our trip back to Denver. The weather up through Sacremento was nice enough but on the climb into the mountains towards Reno we hit a major dumping of snow. We started discussing the night ahead and how we would manage it with only one sleeping bag. We thought we might have to take turns in the bag. A short while later a car stopped for us. There was a lone male driver. We eagerly jumped into his car. As luck would have it he told us he had an A frame cabin in Tahoe and that we would be welcome to spend the night. After what was probably a great and more than welcome meal we bedded down for the night. The next morning we were given a ride back to the interstate to continue our hitch hiking. We had one ride to the west side of the city then continued to stick our thumbs out. No sooner did we start when a local officer of the law pulled over and informed us that hitch hiking was against the law in Reno and that we would have to walk to the other side before beginning to thumb for a ride again. He also stated he would inform other officers to keep an eye out for us in case we decided to break the law again. We walked the whole damn city till we came to a small town called Sparks on the eastern edge of Reno. After going into a gas station to warm up and get whatever we could afford to eat we went back outside to continue our trip. Well let me tell you we didn't even smell a ride for about7 hours. We decided to go back into the station to warm up again. I guess someone called the police on us thinking we were criminals I guess. Two cars pulled up and the officers got out with guns drawn. After checking us out they felt we were okay and let us go. And go we went. A ride couldn't stop fast enough. A white van finally stopped. In it were this head and his old lady. Talk about a lucky ride, they were going just north of Denver. Well,tne van had no heat but we were just glad to be out of the elements. We were told that they had a gunny sack full of peyote and to eat some if we wanted. Now I had tried just about every drug that was going around at the time but for some reason had a fear of taking peyote so both Jerry and I passed. The trip through Wyoming was harrowing because the defrost didn't work and we had to manually scrape the windshield. Finally made it to just north of Denver where they let us off. After one more ride we made it back to our fair city that had never looked so good.