Hitching a Hiker.
As a child and teen driving through the Catskill Mountains - mostly during summer and fall months - passing a ragged hitchhiker immediately drew unreasonable fears of imminent death. My pre and post-pubescent reasoning - combined with way too many late-night short stories by Flannery O'Connor - convinced me that to help this unpredictable stranger would surely end in tragedy. Yet a handful of seasons later, living in the Rocky Mountains, hitchhikers are a dime a dozen and, whether my youthful associations were based on valid evidence or media-dramatized hype (most likely the latter), the same stomach-dropping images flash before my judgmental eyes, as if the (likely) alternative is incapable of existing. Enjoy!
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