Come on Steve...be adventurous. I hitched when we were in Utah and got picked up by a hot sugar momma who was actually going the other way and made a u-turn to pick me up. She drove me right to my truck up the canyon through a snowstorm. If I didn't have to go back to pick up Denise (who was waiting in the other canyon in a snowstorm all soaking wet), I'm sure I'd be living in a McMansion on Wasatch Blvd right now.
Hitching in some places seems to be accepted and it's not hard to get a drive. People do it often up and down the canyons in Utah with skis and packs. Not sure I'd do it out on the interstate. Maybe a hot young french boulderess will pick you up....
....Dear climbing mag...I always thought these stories were made up until the other day it happened to me. I was thumbing out to Font and this hot young french lady picked me up and upon finding out I was Canadian (and rather distinguishly handsome I'm sure too) wanted to show me her special secret bouldering area. She had SIX crash pads in the back and a chalk bag like I'd never seen before. We sent new FA boulder problems all day long on the best granite boulders I"ve ever seen. After she drove me right back to the airport and even bought me beer for the trip home.