It’s raining in Erie, Pennsylvania. I’m shut up in my hotel room playing guitar, feeling extremely grateful – not just for a dry place to stay, but that in more 4,000 miles of hitchhiking it’s the first hard rain we’ve had. Not only that but it came on the day I decided to cash in hotel points for a nice room. Actually, the weather has been uncanny throughout my entire trip. It was a cool summer, and it’s hardly rained.
Just out of curiosity I pull up the weather.
Wow. Just wow.
I’ll be flying home in just a couple days.The northern loop has been spectacular. I’ve seen a part of my own country I’d rarely visited, climbed Mount Washington, flown in a hot air balloon, and met some of the warmest people. I’m also ready for a little time in one place.
Being in the hotel also finally affords me a chance to work out an arrangement of Woody Guthrie’s “This Land Is Your Land” that I’ve been humming for a little more than 1,300 miles.