We were about an hour from the nearest town. From the nearest anything! But the bus driver told us not to worry. “Another bus will be here to pick us up in about 7 or 8 hours.”
Actually, it turned out pretty cool. Since I had time to kill, I hiked off into the woods to see what was out there. Turned out at the bottom of the hill was a mountain stream. Completely untouched by humanity. I took off my clothes and went skinny-dipping. I haven’t done that in years! It was around 90 degrees so the water felt great. It was like one last hit of summer.
“When I was in trouble people always helped me out so I’m returning the favor,” said the old guy.
“What goes around comes around,” I said rather brainlessly.
I thought that was pretty darn cool. Stuff like that almost reaffirms my faith in humanity. It’s weird when everything goes wrong, and yet that turns out to be the best part of the trip. This life often makes a weird kind of sense.