4, 1981 Saturday From Gonzo!s Appalachian
again this morning, but with a new twist - I flipped em without
a spatula! Super Chef. (Chef hat and American flag drawing in hand
written journal)) Arent I artistic today? I also ate two Pop-Tarts
with honey and an huge cheese omelet. Talked with Dan for quite
a while and went with him to the store to get a quart of milk. As
he ate, I just relaxed and thought. Did that for quite some time.
Toward noon I decided to go get groceries and then use the public
phone to call some people. I talked to my sister in law, Cheryl,
for about 10+ minutes and then called my girlfriend, Connie. She
sort of made me realize that part of the problem I was having
stemmed from relying on other people to hike with. After this
talk I became determined to leave tomorrow with or without
anyone else. I didnt call Mom right away because I thought
she would be at the grocers or hair dressers.
Went into Kroger and bought $20 worth of food which included tonights
barb-b-qued fried chicken, applesauce, and peaches. Came back and
set up my hammock and laid around observing and listening to Chipping
Sparows. Later, I walked to the 7-Day Market and called Mom. I purposed
my idea that their vacation be to the Shenandoah National park where
I would meet them there. At that time let them know whether or not
I was ready to go home. Ok with mom, but I dont know what
Dad will say.
Fried and bar-b-qed the chicken, made instant mashed potatoes
with chicken gravy and applesauce. All turned out very good, as
Larry and I chowed down; him on white meat, me on dark. After we
stuffed ourselves, we let Bruce eat up the rest. Gene helped too.
Laid around to get everything settled a little. Larry didnt
want to eat the peaches just yet. Later on, I took a walk with Chuck
& Bruce, and ended up playing basketball with a guy named Mike
for an hour or more till we were pooped. He drove us to Kroger
where the boys bought some beer and later, some ice. They started
drinking, and nightfall came. I made two batches of TV time popcorn
to satisfy Larrys craving and he had some A&W root beer
to drink. I ate my peaches (29oz) all by myself and a little later
went to bed so I could get up in time to get a lift from Bobs
folks. I squeezed some junk from my left heal sore that smelled
like a dead bird or something! Horrible, almost unbearable.
No wonder it hurt so bad with that gunk in it. Hope it gets better.
(interesting fact: this same sort of thing happened on my second
trip in 1983.)
am not sure of the date, but I think on this day I witnessed Bobs
eating prowess at the Pizza Hut. He consumed 19 pieces of pizza
at the AYCE buffet! I think I was in attendance but the journal
does not make mention of it, which I find unusual for such an event
as this. Perhaps it happened the day I ran into them leaving Pizza
Hut and was only told about the feat. On a side note, he also carried
an extra food bag strapped to the outside of his pack while he hiked.
The man could definitely eat!