It was a pretty easy day after that. Richard and I walked to HW 8 and continued on that into Olympia. We did stop to take some pictures in front of some spring water that was dripping out of the rocks. Being from Arizona, that's not something you see everyday, or ever actually.
Once we got into Olympia we made our way into downtown and ran into a girl and her friends(?). She didn't really move out of the way of BMW so I was glad when I didn't run her over, because by that point in the day, I probably would have. She asked what we were doing and what we were carrying, and didn't believe for a single second that I was walking all the way to Georgia, and that I wasn't in some kind of race or just selling hotdogs.
Finally one of the men --a big, burly guy, with a very scruffy beard and looked a little rough around the edges--she had been standing with asked me what I was walking for and when I told him about Beads of Courage, he reached into his pocket and pulled out $15 and gave it to me. The girl quickly turned and scowled at him and began to whine about how that could have been used to buy them dinner later that night and about how she's homeless and they needed that money.
I don't know if he was homeless, but either way, just the act of giving everything he had on him just based off of what I said for the kids, was a very touching moment for me.
It showed me that you can never truly judge a book by it's cover. Be mindful, but don't judge, you never know who you are shutting out or walking away from.
To finish off the day, Richard and I checked into our hotel and ate dinner at a nice restaurant called Brewery City Pizza where we shared some pizza, had a couple of beers, and just enjoyed each others company on Richards last night with me.