I wake up, take a second shower to wash away all the wilderness dirt that is probably still on me, and Bill and I go to breakfast.
All the things

It’s excellent breakfast. For $10, it’s a massive amount of food. I try to pay, but Bill insists.


He drops me off at the local market, and we part ways.

Bill was really great to me. He’s probably also reading this, so thanks again Bill. And Lucy. Thanks Lucy for your hospitality.

I wander around the store, trying to remember how other thru-hikers eat, resupplying in towns.

I usually send prepared food to myself, but there’s not enough time for that.

I’ve noticed that in several towns along the trail, there are homeless people with backpacks making their way by staying in the wilderness close to town.

Given that I haven’t had my hair cut in a while, I wonder if I fit the category.

I could get back on the trail. If I’m concerned about making good time, I should.

I feel cold, though. And I’m not sure what I’m doing for this resupply. I want time to let it settle in my head.


I can check AirBnb.

As it turns out, there’s a marginally reasonable RV available right on the Main street.

I book it, and head to the library while I wait for the check in time.

Apparently the library has internet-connected computers available to use.


It’s been a month or so since I touched a keyboard, and it feels surreal. This is so convenient; not relying on the limitations of a phone.

When it’s ready, I check into the AirBnb, and then head out to get some dinner. The local Pizza shop was rated the best small town restaurant in Arizona in 2000-something.

It was excellent.

I don’t have anything to wear, so I put on a towel and my rain jacket as my laundry is running.

The place is empty.

All mine. The laundry room.

Before everything closes, I get another $10 breakfast meal to go, and a cheeseburger for tomorrow.

The cheeseburger uses French toast for the bun.


Some fruit. Some rice meals. A box of doughnuts. Tortillas. Instant potatoes. A block of cheese. A giant Hershey’s bar. This should get me to the next resupply point.

At the RV, it’s cold. They only have a space heater.


I don’t want to leave a good review, but I probably will, because who cares.

I eat half the doughnuts before going to bed.

It’s been a good day.