The day started out as any other, but there was added excitement from the prospect of picking up some goodies a nearby gas station and a trip into town.
It was a brief downhill jaunt to Castella, a town that seemed to consist of a gas station.
We reached the road to town and crossed over a river.
And just after making it across, were offered a ride by this kind local.
We picked up our packages from the store and stuck our thumbs back out to hitch to the larger town of Mount Shasta.
We waited and waited, frustrations mounting. Our friends were already in town and enjoying a pizza buffet and it was now after 1 pm. We might miss it!
And then she arrived.
Jaqueline offered us a ride to Mount Shasta and when she told us she was heading straight to Washington State to be at work the next morning, we accepted her invitation to head north.
Several hundred miles later, we were in Britt's hometown of Vancouver, a suburb of Portland.
You never know what the future holds. Just last night we were fantasizing about making a trip up to Portland and even checked out the mileage.
One day later, we were there.
And we'd made a new friend!