Woke up and was very excited not to be hiking. But was also not really looking forward to hanging out in a crowded hostel. South bounders everywhere, and everyone was trying to avoid the weather. Some sort of "polar vortex" was going on.
So when Reroute decided to rent a car, I jumped on the chance to go with her, Trillium, and Opie to head to Lincoln, a nearby town. Trillium and Opie split off from us, but we ran into Geared Up, Ketchup, and Sisyfus (who was back on the trail, yay!). While we were sitting outside the grocery store where Gear and Sis were resupplying, a lovely couple came out and started talking to us. Chaga Princess and Funguy, a couple of trail angels. They asked us if we were familiar with trail magic, and when we replied in the positive, they said "Well, you're about to get some," and the proceeded to buy us lunch at the Mexican place. Good conversations there, and they told us about the town.
After lunch, we went cruising. Reroute drove us down a scenic highway, and it was a little weird seeing the mountains from that angle. Plus the speed. Thirty miles an hour is ridiculously fast when you've been walking for months. I ate a lot of ice cream.
We needed a place to stay, so we decided to check out Chet's, a "secret" hostel in town. It was for thru-hikers only, and Chet quizzes new arrivals. It was a lot like the Gatekeeper from Monty Python's Quest for the Holy Grail. Apparently a lot of people were trying to take advantage of him in the past. Dude was super cool, but his place was pretty busy due to the weather and SoBos, so we ended up staying at the Carriagehouse hotel, a very hiker friendly place. Good place.
Some sort of on fire ice cream. Good show, cinnamon does weird stuff in flames.
Ketchup and Gear.
The captain pose.
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