☮ of π - a Thanksgiving miracle in Pietown, New Mexico

My good friend and social director, Betty, shared her relatives with me today. We toured Datil, admired the Sawtooth Mountains, and cruised on into Pietown. Did our eyes deceive us?? NO. Pie-O-Neer was open for business. Bonus thanks: Betty treated us all to pie. Thanks, Betty!

She wanted her rellies to see Toaster House, and so they did. I wonder how many people have silently thanked Nita as they rested weary bodies at her free hostel.

Thanks for reading, even when I'm going on and on about delicious comforts of a simple home. Even while I'm plotting how to leave it and get back on the road.

Pie Town, New Mexico: it's not just about the pie!! [it's mostly about the pie]

Betty forced me out of my pajama-ed solitude and took me to Pie Town. We didn't have pie (I have no good excuse for that), but we did meet four Canada-to-Mexico bikers. Two of them (Hans and Denise) are updating on their Facebook page; they also keep a blog when they have enough connection and electricity. Check out Hans and Denise's Excellent Adventure.

Do you know Nita's Toaster House? It's a free hostel catering to through-hikers and -bikers. Nita isn't always there, but she leaves the hostel open. There are beds to bunk down in, electricity, even food and beer.

She's a trail angel, for sure.

I haven't been blogging because you don't need to know how I'm organizing my clothes, or how many ginger snaps I eat in one sitting. It has been a quiet life here for a little while, and it just feels right. After a while (how long? how long will my ginger snaps hold out?), it won't feel quite as right, and I'll load up Spud and caress the highway with her tires.

My driveway and boardwalk, though ... boy howdy! This is living! Sunbathing on my deck! Yee-haw! This is to tell you that I'd love to see more of you, and unless you call first, you'll see more of me.