NOMAD

this writing is about Nomad, a man that wanders the highways and byways from mexico to
canada...


Jake Archer pulled into the dusty gas station and pumped thirty dollars worth of gas into
his truck.
"Prices are terrible," the old coot behind the counter said to him. "Where're you headed
pilgrim?"
"Music festival down south" Jake said.
"its about ten miles south of here."
" I reckon it is," Jake said. Here's fifty. I'll want a bag of ice, water, a case , and a loaf of
that there bread, please.
"Comes to thirty eight fifty," the coot said
Jake got his change, the case of water, the bread and the ice and loaded them in his camper.
he rode off to the south coming to the fairgrounds and paying 30 bucks to camp for the three day festival.
he sliced some bread, and made the sandwich and drank a cool water down as he listened to the music coming from one of the stages. . he got in the camper and checked the water tank. full he washed the dust off his face and locked up, heading to the jams.
he lit a smoke and relaxed on the grass. listening to a bluegrass group and tipped his hat
down to ease the glow of the sunlight . After a while he headed back to his camp and set up for the night, starting a small fire using some hickory and oak pieces he'd cut a few days ago.
setting a pot of water on to boil, he made coffee and poured most of it into a camouflaged thermos. the rest he sipped until it got dark out, and he settled in for the night.
He awakened at dawn, rolling out of the camper and headed to the food vending tent
got a decent hippy breakfast for a dollar and a quarter, consisting of fried egg , a half strip of bacon and some sausage wrapped in a flat bread. he drank his own coffee and headed to the jonny house to take care of his biz. when he returned to the camp, he saw three kids playing
by the stream, naked as the day they were born. two gals came down to watch the kids and they too got naked, much to his delight.
"Hippies," he said smiling to himself. He cut some dead wood from the trees area and
stacked it up and poured himself a cup of joe from the thermos.
some guy walked over to his camp and waited beyond the edge of it for a minute

Jake bade him to come over.
"Dude , that coffee is smelling righteous," the long hair said.
Jake poured him a bit into a tin cup he had carried in with him and told the guy to sit down on the log. jake fixed another pot of coffee up and shared with the man.
"You're the one they call the nomad," the hippy said.
"that'd be me," Jake said. You got a problem?"
"No sir," the man said. My name is Cyrill . I caretake the farm here. I been told you're
good people by some folks. So if i need your help i know who to come to. You enjoying your
time here so far?
"i heard the band practicing some yesterday when i pulled in," Jake said. They sound even
better than they did last year."
"They have had a lot of miles to practice on," Cyrill said. You were here last year?"
" i stopped for a day on my way to mexico," jake said. I was taking a break from the road and the guy at the gate let me sleep the night. A friend of a friend, so to speak.
I see you paid for your spot this time. " Cyrill said. It's cool. we let a lot of wanderers come in anyway. otherwise they'd sneak in through the back. its all cool here..
We make money on the rich kids looking to have mellow time, " Cyrill said. so we don't
go broke.