To resupply I have to get into town somehow. My first experience with this was getting a ride into Helen, GA. A local guy by the name of TJ offers to give folks rides into town for a small fee.
I was hiking with Spirit Bear at the time and he’d arranged for the ride. As we hiked into the gap we saw TJ with his beat up white pickup truck and a bunch of other hikers milling around trying to figure out how to get into town to resupply. We loaded our stuff into the truck and a couple of hikers got into the back. As Spirit Bear and I crawled into the front seat a fist fight broke out between two backpackers (brothers) and one asked if he could get into the back of the truck to get the heck out of there.
After he piles in TJ starts the truck and tries to pull out of the parking lot. After it stalls three times we finally are on the road heading into town. I notice that there is a skeleton hung from the rearview mirror and a gator on the dash. I’m a bit afraid the passenger door might fly open so I’m holding it closed with one hand and leaning towards the inside of the truck just in case.
“Where you from?” TJ asks me in a thick Georgian accent after Spirit Bear says he’s from Atlanta.
“Boston I say,” admittedly full of pride in my city and state after having gone through the recent terrorist ordeal.
“Hrmph,” is the reply, and then, presumably jokingly, though I wasn’t completely sure, “We don’t take none too kindly to Yankees ’round here.”
I replied without even thinking, “We don’t either, we’re Red Sox fans where I’m from!”
Gruff laughter follows from TJ and Spirit Bear. Then TJ asked us to yell at the guys in the back to let them know not to lean against the tailgate, it’s popped open before.