19, 1983 Sunday (1530.3 mtg) From
Gonzo!s Appalachian Trail journal
the remainder of my box of raisin bran for breakfast this morning.
Today is Fathers day, and it is also Sunday. Since we were staying
at the Holy Family Hospice, it only seemed right that we attend
the church service right next door. Several of the hikers and I
decided to attend the nearby church that ran the hostel this morning.
Since it was Father's day and they were having a special service
which included the sacrement of the Last Supper. Unless my taste
buds deceived me, this was the first church that I had ever been
to that actually used wine in their ceremony. Near the end of the
service an announcement was made about having coffee and donuts!
Well, I made sure I found my way to that benefit.
Father's Day, I made a call to home and talked with both Dad and
Mom for 42 minutes (cost $8.85). I felt guilty that I had been running
up the phone bill, but I don't think that they cared. I think, well
at least I hoped, that the trip was as exciting for them as it was
for me. I bragged of our 600+ miles we had travelled, and our record
26.7 mile day recently, and got addresses for a couple of people
interested in hearing from me from my mom. She asked if I wanted
instant oatmeal and hot chocolate sent. Since these were pretty
much staple items, especially the oatmeal, I said, "sure".
She also wanted to know if I had liked the apples she had sent.
Of course I did, any fresh fruit is a novelty, plus I like apples
from Mom part 1) I found out that my best friend from high school
was going to move to Colorado the next day, get an apartment on
Tuesday, and a job - "whenever". I requested fruit rollups,
Pop-Tarts, Summer Sausage, crackers, squeeze cheese and Lipton's
noodles and sauce. Just as I would want to reduce weight for the
trail, I instructed Mom to take the tarts out of the box, and not
to send the packaging. Don't send salami, only real summer sausage!
I also requested two of each flavor of the Lipton's dinners since
Jim and I combined our cooking and therefore needed two for each
meal. Mixing flavors was not an option. (notes
from mom part 2)
in the hospice, I fried up some steak-ums that were left by a hiker
named George Steffanos, who had left earlier in the morning, and
made myself a sandwich. I had never heard of steak-ums, but whatever
they really were, I enjoyed them immensely. Had I not heard him
say he was leaving them for anyone who wanted them, I would not
have eaten them. Sometimes unidentified food can sit in the fridge
for too long before someone decides to toss it.
Danny, a postal employee, showed up with a mailbag full of mail.
Somehow, someone had talked the post office employee to bring the
mail to the hospice this afternoon! He apparently had enough authority
to go into the post office and bring up the mail to the hikers.
There were a lot of hikers here, and perhaps that had something
to do with it. I thought, "great, now we can move on today,
or at least get an early start tomorrow." How wrong I was.
Everyone got their mail except Jim. His mail had been sent insured
and therefore was locked up at the post office waiting for him to
sign for it. We were stuck here for the duration. How does the post
office know the mail is for the hikers? Most hikers have mail sent
in their name, in care of the postmaster. The outside is usually
marked "Hold for A.T. Hiker." That seems to tip them off.
I received a couple of letters and a package from Mom. After evaluating
the goodies in the package, figuring out how many breakfasts, lunches,
and suppers I would need for the next couple of days, I made a trip
down to the Kroger store and bought $14.00 worth of groceries. The
remainder of the afternoon was taken up by talking and playing games
with the other hikers. I met a lot of new people today including
and Al, Jan
and Inez, George
Steffanos, Peter from Quebec, and another friend of his whom
I can't remember his name, Tim
Sheehy and Maynard Haslett, Gary, and Tom. Another couple named
and Beth that we had met in Hot Springs somehow got here before
we did. Upon inquiring, they admitted that they had taken a lot
of short cuts. After eating lunch, Peter and his hiking partner
left to hitch up to Vermont. I guess they thought the the northern
climate would be better than the rainy weather we had been experiencing
down here in lower Virginia.
Later in the afternoon I made up a rice-a-roni stroganoff with fresh
hamburger mixed in that I had purchased from Kroger. I did not want
to eat it all. I actually gave some of it away! I wanted to leave
room for cereal a little later. Luckily, there is always someone
ready to eat any leftovers.
Around 7:30 pm some of the guys decided to go on an expecition to
Kroger's. I went along, but made a quick stop at the little store
closer to the hospice first to check for A & W Rootbeer, which
I knew Kroger did not have. The little store had it, so I bought
some, and then purchased some vanilla ice cream at Kroger's. I loaded
up my cook pot with ice cream and poured on the rootbeer. Figuring
that would be enough for me I then offered the rest of the ice cream
to anyone, and there was no trouble getting rid of the remainder.
A little later I ate about a half a box of Honey Nut Cheerios, talked
until about ten p.m. and then headed off to bed with a full stomach.
Appalachian Trail Journals ©1983