I caught a train a little bit north of the Georgia border and went on up to Pensylvania. Not much time spent there, but this is really funny.
I met an amish family there that gave me bread and butter and drove me into town. Drove in a car, it looked like the city only had one car per community or something like that.
It was a very old car that made about 30 miles an hour max speed. The daughter looked at me like I was crazy but they all smelled just as bad as I did.
They dropped me off in a metropolitan area, but I dont know which one it was.
I ran into some guys that were driving from NYC to Youngstown, Ohio and had stopped at a gas station for a pee. This could be fun, I've never seen Youngstown, Ohio or even heard of it. I caught a ride with them, turns out there was a huge music fest going on in Youngstown. This town has a metropolitan area but not much to speak of, there are steel mills and hills. The air was crisp and clean and a bit cold when it blew. I actually ran into friends there though that I had no idea I would even speak to while I was out. I went on a journey to find myself through isolation and did not expect to enjoy seeing familiar faces as much as I did. It was more of a breath of fresh air than the actual air that surrounded me.