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.
