It is early afternoon, and I am still at Miss Janet’s house. I have decided, at the urging of all, to embrace the whimsy of the trail a bit. In other words, to do more ridiculous things such as purchase bunny ears. Dead weight, and I don’t care!
Last night, we wore clothing from the shelf, and I found a shiny purple wig and started pretending to be Olga: the Norwegian hiker. It was fun, and silly, and immature. This place is so home-like and comfortable. I borrowed a bike to ride down to the drug store and a straw hat to wear. A lot of folks started out this morning – some of them were dropped off 20 miles down the trail to continue walking. It’s sad to see them go, but that’s the way the trail works. You meet up with people at strange places, think you’ll never see them again, and then they take a zero day and BAM! you’re back together again.
I don’t know how far that I’m hiking today, and I don’t care. All I know right now is that I will be wearing these bunny ears. It’s good to be Bugs.
I think it’d be worth all the trouble of planning/doing a 2,000-mile just so see a single hiker in bunny ears on the trail.