I left my West Virginia camp spot heading towards Indiana. I took the back way off the mountain which took me about an hour and a half to reach a paved rd. On the way out a guy came out of the woods and flagged me down. Nice enough guy but my NY instincts told me he was definitely leading up to the “close” or the real reason for his visit. He explained that he had recent surgery pointing to his knee which appeared to have healed nicely ten years or so prior. That led to the lack of work and inability to work due to his ahem injury. He was rough looking long greasy hair, filthy clothes and by the consistent scratching of his privates, more than likely was suffering from some bad case of crotch rot. He pointed to an old tarp covered camper that he said had spent the full year in for the first time. The conversation was a volley of him sharing a part of his life with a lead in to a very specific question about my current situation. Not sure if he was lonely or gathering info for his shakedown but either way I basically had to put an end to a short but interesting encounter. I watched his image hands on hips, get smaller and smaller in my rear view as I drove off leaving a cloud of good old West Virginia road dust rolling on down the road. #nomadninetynine #banjostwanging