Made it to Maine

Dad dropped me in some little town in western Mass, and my journey began. I walked slowly up RT 13, heading north towards Nashua, NH. The sun was out, with a slight chill in the air even for 9 in the morning. I walked perhaps a mile before my first ride pulled over. A VERY large guy, 380lbs at perhaps 6'5", sat in the drivers seat. "Where yah headed," he asked in that all-too-familiar NH accent. I told him that I was heading to Maine, but was trying to get up to Nashua or RT 3 for the moment. A many do, he told me that I was not on the right road to get picked up (...?), and gave me a lift slightly out of his way to RT 3. He was a fascinating guy, having recently switxhed professions from dealing pot to being a sculptor (he had been busted). He gave me the leftovers from his breakfast, half (cut) of a spinach omlette wrap and home fries. H smiled as we parted ways, saying that he would have given me a lift up to Maine, but he had to go to work.
After breakfast and some sign making, and perhaps a 45 minute wait, I caught a lift with an amateur photographer to downtown Manchester. We discussed the death of the profession of photography due to digital cameras, while acknowledging their usefullness in the field. After a stint at the library, I headed to RT 93, where I quickly picked up a lift with a Mauritanian guy studying at UNH Durham. W had a great chat on society and the differences between those whom have everything and yet cannot be happy (western culture), and poorer 3rd world nations where people have less, but almost always seem happier. Why is this?
I walked from UNH to RT4, briefly thinking about hitching north to North Conway, but kept on my original course. Quickly again I was picked up, this time by a farmer/traveler on his way home and to do errands. He bought me a beer when he stopped for a 6pack (dogfish head Midas Touch), and gave me a ride to Berwick, 15miles from wells at the Maine border. Unfortunately, I left my hat in his truck, but he expressed an interest in the primitive skills gathering, so I may yet get the hat back...
My final ride for the evening dropped me smack in 'downtown' wells, where I had some DQ for celebration and wandered off to camp.