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My improvised, unexpected, and slightly rushed drop off: a Terrible's gas station in Jean, Nevada. I loved the idea of starting my first hitch in more than three years at a place called "Terrible's". Sunset from my questionably hidden stealth camping nest in Jean, NV. Three of the most interesting and inspiring guys who'd be met on the trip. They had outfitted motor scooters with custom trailers and were planning a lengthy US tour on them. This was their test-run from Las Vegas toward California. Directionless and indecisive. It took a while, and threats from wannabe Vegas thugs, but after three days (my own fault!), my first ride came in the form of the rare single-woman... ...and her three kids. Even more rare. They were a family from Salt Lake City and straight out of Leave it to Beaver. I loved this family and dubbed them Mormon Ambassadors. Had I been a bit more tuned in and "salty", I may have upgraded my ticket all the way to Barstow. But, even though it was only 15-minutes, this first ride was perfect.