Rocky Mountain High

I've hitched through the Rockies 3 times. Twice in February. My buddy Phil and I needed a project to do for February break at school in 1987, so we hitchhiked from Victoria to my uncle's place in Edmonton and back. I told the whole story at Phil's stag party in 2000. It took about an hour.



In the summer of 1990 I hitched through the Rockies again. Got a ride from a peach grower. He was keen to pick me up because he wanted me to drive through the night, which I did. He told me he had once mercy-killed a bear some fool had wounded and run off on. He said when he skinned it, it looked so much like a man he couldn't get it out of his mind.



The peaches were delicious, as I recall.