I joined her on a trek back to United States Customs. Fortunately she was allowed to come back to her own country. Otherwise, she would have been stuck in no man’s land, that strip that shows up on maps as a broken or solid line. As soon as we got through, we sat on the curb and discussed our options. As an aside, I blurted, “Wouldn’t it be strange if a limousine pulled over, picked us up and after going into the US a bit, turned around and headed back to the border; and, when we got there, because of our fancy ride, they would not ask to see how much money you had?” With that thought still in the air, a long white limo pulled over unhailed. Its driver opened his window and asked, “ You guys need a lift?” Without a moment’s hesitation, we climbed in its spacious back with all our gear.
As he took off, our driver announced he was only going to Watertown airport to pick up a distinguished professor who had a speaking engagement at Queens University in Kingston, Ontario. Cathy and I looked at each other in amazement. How could our wish come so quickly? I disclosed to the driver our idea. Unfortunately, he described that once he had a paying fare in his vehicle, he could not give rides. Soon he was at his exit and apologized as he let us out that he felt bad he could not fulfill our prayer request. We thanked him, stepped out into the afternoon sun and decided to spend some of our small money on bread, cheese and wine, then enjoyed a pleasant repast. Afterward, we headed back to the highway with thoughts that likely Cathy and I would separate; she heading to Florida, I back up to Canada. Just as we put out our thumbs a large truck passed. It’s driver honked his air horn and waved his CB microphone at us. Before long, another truck appeared, already slowing down as it approached. It stopped and we climbed aboard. The driver let us know his buddy radioed back to him that we were on the road seeking a ride.
Apparently truckers help one another in their task of getting hitchhikers off the road and into a ride. I quickly related our story and still uncertain destinations. He informed us that after hauling his load of lumber to Pennsylvania, He was picking up another load to transport back to Canada.. He offered to let us accompany him back to Ontario. The only hitch was that we could not accompany him to his yard in Pennsylvania, but would have to make out way across New York. We planned a rendezvous at a diner near Corning New York at three AM next morning. After letting us out in Binghamton, we made our way across New York and marveled at the incredible way that our dream was manifesting.