Heading to Utah, the River Brings New Friends
By Scooter Tramp Scotty
One of the strangest aspects of a drifter’s life is the fact that he has almost no permanent reality of his own. Most every man has his own reality; his job, woman, friends, family, home, dog, etc. The things he loves and the things he only tolerates in his world. In this way a man’s life is forged of the people and objects around him. Not so for the drifter; and in my case the only things that remain familiar are my bike and body. Everything around these two staples is in a state of almost constant change. Life became a perpetual visit into other people’s worlds.
