When Micki and I left Bellingham WA with our toddler Leif for our 4,000 mile hitchhiking trip, we had our first unease soon after going over the Cascades, right there in Washington. We had gotten a ride with an old man and were nearing the little town of Waterville. But then the man turned off the highway and began driving up a hill. Micki and I looked at each other with the same question in our eyes, but assumed the man knew of a shortcut. At least that's what we hoped. But we climbed further. Finally on the top of what we now know is Badger Mountain, we stopped; and the old man proudly showed us a beautiful view of his beloved Waterville. He thought we'd like it, and we did. Yes, it was out of our way, and yes, he should have eased our minds and told us what he was doing, but to this day, I really like that little town of Waterville.
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