Day 10

When I woke up it was still pretty early. There were a lot of people out walking and biking the trail, and I could hear from inside my tent people making comments.

"hey look some campers"
"looks like their bikers"
"hur-dude look, that persons tent looks like a coffin"
"hur-yeah bro, it does-good one"

When we crawled out of the tent everyone was nice and said good morning and asked how we slept. I was pleasantly surprised by how friendly people were. I suppose because we were travelers and not just vagrants or hobo's it made us more approachable. The main problem was having to walk 100ft into these bushes to pee where no-one would walk by and ask my how my morning pee was.

We made it to Butler PA. We stopped at a Library so I could try and contact friends in OH and check funds. When I came out George had moved the bikes under the overhang and it was pouring. We sat at the library for a while trying to figure out our next move. I found a church that we could have probably slept at if worse came to worse, but we still tried figuring our options. Finally a guy named Bob came out of the library. He asked about what we were up to and everything and offered his place to stay.

He was a super nice guy but a little weird. Long before we even settled down to sleep, we decided on sleeping with weapons, George with his U-lock, me with a knife. In the period that we were there he brought us to a head shop and made George sell a jean jacket for him (very-very sketch) so he could buy groceries, then brought us to a fancy ass bar to show us the dart boards, and everyone in the place looked uncomfortable with him being there. At the grocery store we bought frozen pizza and hot dogs and went back to his house. He told us about his 2 wives in Japan, his kids that he may or may not have, the land he lost in upstate NY during the 2nd divorce, how he use to be an English teacher, how he used his "skills" to make money (and the wives) in Japan, how he was bi-polar, did crack and burned his mom's pic-nic table. Apparently the pic-nic table was the last straw and she used it as an excuse to lock him in a mental institution. Now he was clean and trying to speculate for the future by registering domain names so that some day he might be able to sell them for thousands of dollars. He was also planning on liquidating a bunch in the near future so he could go on a 3 month bus trip of the USA. He is trying to corner the market on domain names with numbers instead of letters such as "L1ps" usualing a '1' instead of an 'I' in "lips." He says by cornering this market, when all other domain names are used up, people desperate to get their company name out will have to turn to him for their domain name needs, and this will make him rich. He has put the majority of his income into this venture.

So we watched a movie called "the last minute," ate cracker with cheese, hot dogs and frozen pizza with our new friend Bob. Then when it came time to sleep we crawled into our sleeping bags in the corner of an empty room and slept with our weapons handy.