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  • After I reached the border, I hitch hiked up to Big Sur. I found a makeshift family of artists living at a roadside outdoor art gallery right beside the only bakery in town. The coffee was great.

    Devon was passing through his town on his way from Sacramento to LA in order to start a trip hitching across the country. He was 21, a guitarist, out on an adventure. He took up residence with the two 19 year olds living in the trailer near the back of the gallery. We became fast friends. Like many, he got stuck.

    It’s difficult to describe how quickly you build trust on the road. It’s necessity, I think. When no one’s your family, everyone becomes your family. Put another way, when you see everyone as family, everyone becomes your family.

    The trouble is figuring out which is which.
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