I had an interesting experience in Baker, OK. It's really a town of only 20 houses or so. I was being chased by storms and saw a sign for a methodist church. I decided to see if they'd be willing to put me up for the night. The place was locked but I met a lady across the street. She asked me ''how particular'' I was about where I slept. I should have known what I was getting myself into then. These were the poor of the poor, although still very nice people. I ate dinner in a junkyard garage with them, and slept in their buddies broken down trailer camper. It smelled worse than I did. They were very nice people with lots of character though, and I had to thank them for helping me. It was probably a better place to stay than my bivy since it rained a little that night. I have more details for later, but it was quite the experience. This trip has me much more open to a lot of things I normally would do; including certain dirty habits to clean myself.
-- Matthew Will