spring part 2

So I got a ride from a cute elderly couple, they asked me many questions about the trail, having never hiked it I was forced to make up answers to all his questions. The confusion was as thick a pea soup you could eat it like a popscicle. I got dropped off at the waffel house there in ptown there and hitched out. There was a light sprinkeling of rain there in the lowlands between the mts. a woman picked me up to take me to Hiawasee where a store clerk lent me her permanent marker to tidy up my sign. I walked about 3 or four miles down the road where i got a short 1/2 mile ride from a pickup truck... had I any gas money they would have taken me further. "If I wanted to have money for gas I wouldent have abandonded my car you meth starved voultures!" I waited for a while when I got picked up by two cherokee people. "Are you an axe murderer?" they asked I said no, "are you any kind of murderer?" no I said again and got into the midsized suv. As they pulled of they started laughing, "you dident ask if we were murderers.." the laughed. I told them they looked to cute to be murderers. Ther dropped me off in hayseville and I walked to the grocery right there at the end of town, hitching west. In which direction the nativs told me would take me right into asheville. The ekies still gave light drizzelings and since i had already had about 4 rides I felt lucky. Maybe I could make it there by tonight I thought. I stuck out my thumb, about an hour later a young gent in a jeep or something picked me up. He told tales of traveling the entire peremiter of the usa by thumb carrying a couple of pounds of weed to pay for food and such, he seemed lightly understanding of my plight so i trusted him when he doped me at the base of Franklin mt there right before you get into Nanthahala ther on 64. Almost as soon as I got out of the car I had the feeling that I messed up, and pretty badly. The skies darkened and it started raining like crazy. I was familar with the doors song rider on the storm.. so I started walking the 7 or more miles up the mt to franklin after about 4 hours and hundreds of cars later I was a bit teary eyed and decided to stop for a refreshing drink out of the side of the mt, the water was amazing. I enjoyed it even as my foot sank below the mud. I sloshed on in the rain and thunder for another hour enjoying the view till an older couple picked me up. "Thank the Gods!!" I shouted. They took me to the huddle house in Sylva where I called my friend natalie and offered her my last 12 dollors to come and get me and take me the last 47.7 miles to asheville. Where I write this. I will be heading back almost the same way to get to chatanooga and maybe huntsville.more as it develops.