I have to go from the truck stop the one mile south to the train station, where my car is parked. Even though I had called ahead, John of Tiger Town is not there. I didn't expect him. He's not too reliable. I go into the cafe and ask if anyone is heading into town.
Nobody looks up.
Plan C is to walk. And the 18-wheelers that roar across the overpass are unforgiving to a strange hiker in Burberry trench coat and stocking cap. I make it. Then it's just 15 minutes to my car. It was all worth it to see my old college buddy.