Well, last night I had a nocturnal visit from a tiny rodent friend. Friend might be too strongly worded, however, it was my own fault. I left a bag of gorp in my pack pocket, which by the way is made of spandura nylon - nice and snug. Terrapin informed me of the presence of mouse droppings on the spray can of new skin I gave him. Then I examined the pocket and found all the evidence. Mouse droppings were on everything and the bag of gorp was consumed. I think there must have been about one cup in there, the little pig. I guess I took one for the team because no one else reported problems.
We made quick time this morning and had our first taste of what Maine might be like with a stream crossing that required placing ones foot on water-covered rocks. We decided it was time to don the crocs.
The infamous rocks of Pennsylvania (or Painfulvania) were more and more prevalent today - I guess thats what we have to look forward to for the rest of the state. How many more miles do we have till the Big K? 996 more miles to go - or something like that. WooHoo! More miles are behind than in front for a change.
The goal for today was to reach the 501 Shelter where pizza deliveries occur once an hour during the end of the day. We gave Goofy and Terrapin some cash and our pizza requests which they called in for us from Terrapins phone. Just as we crossed the road we saw Kiwi who had just received his stromboli along with our pizza order. I can't even begin to relate to you how wonderful it is to have pizza and pepsi ready and waiting. And it was demolished in record time.
This shelter is at capacity tonight. In addition to those already mentioned, we have Buffalo, a section hiker, and Knuckles, Underhill, Magnet, and the Blue Brothers - Vince and Nick. It seems there are still a lot of folks at the end of this years hiking class, so I know that I'm not the caboose even though I feel like it.
Stephan has such a way with words... and had me cracking up again. After lunch we were laying down and fighting off sleep while trying to remain in the shade of some trees - blasted sun kept forcing us to move every few minutes. Stephan started rambling about the lack of good spots along the trail for sitting or laying down or something and paused... and then began something about a golden stool from the heavens... I looked at Dan with confusion and asked who was going to poo out the golden stool? Dan was in my camp - I guess thats what hiking and lazy afternoons do to your brain.
As Dory from Finding Nemo would say, " Just keep hiking, just keep hiking"
--Steph
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Posted by: Trannies at November 14, 2004 07:16 PM