I was standing on the edge of the highway for less than a minute when I saw a minivan approaching. Two white 30-something ladies with horrified looks on their faces were in the front, and I could tell they were not the type to stop. I put my thumb down... moments later, the van pulled over! Guess I was wrong... I start running up to it, and the side door slides open. My oldest sister is in the back seat! She and her church friends were hiking Tonto Natural Bridge that day. There are millions of people in the Phoenix area, and my sister never drives that road! The odds that she would pass me while I was on the roadside were sooo slim. Anyway, she and her friends drove me North and I had some unexpected sister hang outs.
Andrea was an older woman who was very excited to pick up a female hitchhiker. She said it reminded her of her youth, when she was more free and less afraid.
It was close to sunset and I really wanted to make it to Moab / I wasn't feeling the stealth camping vibe in Monticello. No one was stopping. A thirty something year old white man in a black, beat up sedan stopped. The vibes weren't great but I decided to take the ride. About twenty minutes in he propositioned me. I got out of the car and ended up stealth camping in a random field. I was pretty angry at myself for taking the ride at all.