I woke up after an inexplicably freezing night. I sent my sleeping bag away and replaced it with a super light synthetic liner. I’ve been burning up for weeks and last night it got down to 52 degrees. I put on all of the cloths that I had and still nearly froze.
Well, I warmed up pretty fast. We headed out for an eleven mile hike into town. I raced ahead of Mishap and Hobo inspired by the thought of reaching the Doyle Tavern in time for a late lunch. The hiking was easy and flat but with some heavy rocks to contend with. That slowed me down some but I still rolled into the tavern by 130 only to find a dozen hikers already guzzling beer at the bar. I texted my compadres my whereabouts and commenced to guzzling myself. After a while, they showed up and announced that they would do laundry next door. In true hiker trash fashion, I changed behind the pool table and deposited my soiled unmentionables in the plastic bag provided and recommenced to guzzling.
We hitched a ride to the grocery for a resupply and polished the evening off with drinks and dinner across from the Doyle. The Doyle is a hiker flop house right out central casting– exposed light bulbs hanging from shorted out wires and the whole nine yards. The kind of place where even a hiker is glad to have camp shoes to take a piss down the hall.
Tomorrow the rocks of Pennsylvania begin. After a little breaky, we will be back at it if the bed bugs don’t get us. Happy trails.