Hostel

After a beautiful day of hiking yesterday we found ourselves without an ideal spot to camp. So, we made it half of a mile off the trail to a gas station. Coincidentally, a hostel owner pulled up in his truck-shuttle and we decided to crash his farm-garage-hostel. We ran into friends weve recently made, played chess, had a couple of beers, ate dinner, and went to bed.

The crowing of a rooster woke me up this morning. Now I must gather momentum for the day, pack up, and get moving.

We are hitting the 700 mile mark today; we've been walking at a good pace these last couple of weeks.


Daddy long leg with food in its mouth.






Campfire:






Water source the other morning was a tiny spring:





Mojo is a pro at hanging bear bags:







Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone