On the way out in the morning, Rocket let me know that Honcho was rumored to have a casual attitude towards taking other people’s gear, another reason he had moved out of the shuttle last night. I lost nothing, hope that neither of the ladies were victimized!
The Trail a two thousand mile long small town, and it sounds like Honcho has a reputation problem. That is bad news for someone who is trying to live up here more or less permanently.
The Trail a two thousand mile long small town, and it sounds like Honcho has a reputation problem. That is bad news for someone who is trying to live up here more or less permanently.
Southbound along the shore of a small river, I encountered a northbound daypacker who asked me if I had seen the turnoff for Jones Falls? Funny, I was just about to ask the same question … we agreed that whichever of us had missed it, the turn must be poorly marked.
Fortunately for me, it was he who missed the sign!
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| Jones Falls |
Limping over Buck Mountain and down thru an overgrown meadow for a final few miles, I decided that I should demote myself back to Seven Mile Snail. I still get there.
Rocket was at the hostel ahead of me with a bungee strap I had dropped. The ladies, though, had not left camp when he did. I hope they enjoyed a happy day on the Trail!
Rocket was at the hostel ahead of me with a bungee strap I had dropped. The ladies, though, had not left camp when he did. I hope they enjoyed a happy day on the Trail!
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| Buck Mountain meadow |
Usual end of week treat, provided by a young couple still busily painting and tiling their new store as the served ice cream and french press coffee (gratis, they were trying out a new grinder!).
Sweet Dreams Banana Split w/ baklava ice cream
Then northbound, with a zero day to restock and reenergize.
Baklava ice cream??? What is this madness??? (sounds awesome, but I think you pick up some Experiments in Icecreamery from your grandson!)
ReplyDeleteThe goddess at the counter cheerily inquired whether I would like the banana split made with vanilla, or (seductively lowering her gaze) baklava, OR -- three compatible flavors? We spent several minutes trying out possibilities, but the baklava ice cream was in a class of its own.
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear that the grandson is following the obsession (responsibly, of course. No one should try to eat ice cream while driving.)