After finally getting past the Ohio PO PO I made it down to Atlanta. Midnight, dark, and raining in downtown Atlanta. A small on ramp in a terrible neigorhood on I-75 south. Not a lot of prospects for a ride but my journey to Florida continues.

Near one am a car swerved to a stop and I jumped in. Three restaraunt workers were on their way to Tifton Georgia. On their way to Tifton to mushroom pick when the sun came up. We exited 75 just before a cold rainy grey sunrise. We made it to the first farm , they knew right where it was, that we could find. Through a gap in the fence and onto the farmers field. Nothing. Cow pies everywhere but no sunshine yet. After a brief encounter with the farmers shotgun we fled this field and headed west for greener pastures.

After visiting three or four more farms with no sunshine and less luck we gave up and headed back towards 75. Almost to the highway when low and behold, the sun came out. All we needed was ten or fifteen minutes of sunshine and the shrooms would grow. Back to the original field and through the gap in the fence and onto the field–WOW. As I looked up the hillside all I could see were mushrooms everywhere. A million cow pies and two million shrooms.

A quick pick and a quicker scoot and we had two coolers full. They dropped me off at I 75 after showing me how to eat the shrooms. They also gave me the phone number of the resaraunt they worked at and told me to call them on my way back home,which I did.

Sitting on my backpack stoned out of my mind reading Sid Hartha for who knows how long when my next ride appeared and my next story begins.