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winterwanderer

winterwanderer

I am a 22 year old college drop-out on a solo journey around the United States and possibly elsewhere, trying to figure out what to do with my life.

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my winter wanderings

my winter wanderings

a journal of my solo travels, past and present
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Articles : 80
Since : 14/06/2016

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Just another homeless college student

Hello readers, I've been kind of busy lately. JCC's Truck Driver Training has begun: 7 am to 6 pm, five days a week. I am the youngest in a class of 28. Some class demographics: both races equally represented, four women as well, average age forty-five more or less. The instructors are a colorful cast of characters, and the ten hours of classes go

Into the great wide open

Hello readers! Once again, my future is open, and anything is possible. My truck is running strong, and I got a little gas money stashed away. A summary of what happened: I got my CDL on the first of December and graduated from truck driving school two weeks later. On the first of January, I started orientation with a large national trucking compan

Pickup (a short story)

**Here goes my first attempt at writing fiction.** The crimson evening sun had just dropped out of sight behind a low rift of clouds as the wanderer took the final swig from a can of beer he was holding. He smashed the can between the palms of his hands and let it drop onto the roadside grass among other similarly discarded waste. Broken beer bottl
Tidewater County (Part 2)

Tidewater County (Part 2)

Fishing pier in the Swanquarter Wildlife Refuge. The Pamlico Sound in the background. Tidal swamplands reminiscent of southern Louisiana await me as I continue east. The landscape alternates between pines and cypress/myrtle swamps and grassy marshes. A few houses built on low rises of gravel much like the highway I am traversing. The gravel pier ac
Tidewater Country

Tidewater Country

On a walk along a quiet country highway outside Smithfield on a brisk fall evening, I suddenly became inspired to write a short story. It had been many years since I last wrote fiction, and that was part of a mandatory school assignment. I began jotting a few keywords in my pocket notebook, and the storyline slowly coalesced out of the whirling cha
The Great Tennessee Valley...the end?

The Great Tennessee Valley...the end?

Gatlinburg, this tiny cramped overpriced town overflowing with the crassest tackiness. The most enlightening pastime here is people watching, observing this Southern hybrid of Las Vegas and Disneyland and the people who pass through here, work here, or even call this town home. Unavoidable the sheer numbers of the overweight, waddling human blockad
The Outer Banks

The Outer Banks

Mount Mitchell to the beach in four days. Friday dawned sunny and cool as I crossed the narrow Roanoke Sound onto Bodie Island and entered the Outer Banks. Traffic is very light this late in the season on the main island highway. This island is not as overdeveloped as Myrtle Beach, not a high rise along the entire beachfront. There is even enough s
Back from OBX (Part 2)

Back from OBX (Part 2)

Out on the peaceful sound. Due to the ban on camping, the price of camping in private campgrounds is exorbitant. One campground had it listed as $36 for tents, $52 for hookups, plus taxes and fees. In the off season, no less. The small towns on the south-facing section of Hatteras Island were hit badly by Hurricane Matthew. The next morning, I sign

Trucking school progress

I just finished my second day of OTR (over the road) driving practice. I've finally gotten the feel for a ten-speed manual and double-clutching. I haven't been posting much lately because very little is going on outside of my routine, and I don't want to write about routines. I think I'll take a break for the next month and a half and see where I g
Dodging a hurricane, etc.

Dodging a hurricane, etc.

Hurricane Matthew, now a post-tropical cyclone wandering out over the ocean, was busy tearing up the coast as I relaxed in Knoxville under a spotless sky. Some rain gauges in eastern North Carolina recorded over 16 inches of rain in 12 hours, but it only drizzled for a few minutes in Knoxville before clearing again. I crossed paths with my family f