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Woke up to the sound of pouring rain and decided not to hike, but instead to
chill at Mother Hen's. Mother Hen opens her home to hikers by cooking dinner and
breakfast, shuttling hikers, letting us spend the night, etc. all for a donation
$5.00. She does all of this while raising her three sons without a husband and
maintaining a presence at her church.
So we got here at 7:00 am and I spent the day reading, helping Cruise Control
wash Shadow (she got sprayed by a skunk), shuttling hikers, cleaning the house,
and finally, riding bikes with Mother Hen to the grocery to buy dinner
ingredients. The total absurdity of finding myself riding too small a bike down
rural Pennsylvania roads in the rain and drizzle to pick up food for 20 hikers
was awesome! What a fucking adventure!
Tomorrow I head to Duncannan and will have to hike 27 miles. For the first
time I am going to hike without my pack, taking only a daypack with essentials.
Mother Hen will drop my pack off for me at the hotel in Duncannan. I'm not a big
proponent of slack-packing, but I want to try it once before I feel I can make
an educated decision. I did 28 with my pack, so figure I can do 27 with out it.
The first 12 miles are supposedly flat, through farm country.
Almost forgot, yesterday I got the package from Rob that the P.O. lost. In it he
sent a bunch of birthday candles, Little Debbie cakes, party napkins, party
poppers, and finally a card. In it he reminded me that on his 18th birthday,
while we were backpacking and stuck in a tent in the rain, I pulled out cupcakes
and candles to celebrate. He hadn't forgotten, told me how cool he thought that
was, and told me to celebrate. No wonder he's my best friend.
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