Waynesboro… or, as I like to call it, Wayne’s World
Keeping an eye on the weather. The forecast varies from service to service. Accuweather has the most generous: a 50% chance of thunderstorms from 12 to 2 tomorrow afternoon, and otherwise clear. The weather channel is a bit more dire. I’ve never heard of a derecho before; apparently it’s a tornado without the funnel. No, Big Agnes Platinum (my tent) is way too lightweight for that. The weight is excellent, but in the wind it takes on water where a regular Flycreek won’t (the bathtub floor is shallower).
–Post office. I’m going to bite the bullet and send my puffy clothes home. Have to wrap them up somehow; they’re likely to be sitting on a porch in a storm.
–Resupply. The major food trip.
–Permethrin the pack and tent.
–Play with shoes and insoles.
I have to master the art of getting into town, running errands, and not staying. So far that’s the thing that’s killing my schedule. That’s one area where I think I would have done best with a mentor: see how they do it, so I know how it’s done. I’m kind of a visual learner, despite my penchant for research. And yes, it seems like an obvious thing; but like most things out here, what seems obvious from the couch turns out to be a different animal when you go to apply it.
Aside: It kind of kills me to hear Thomas Dolby over the Kroger supermarket loudspeakers. Any 80s stuff, really. It used to be so cutting edge! And now it’s muzak! I think I’ll die a little if the Thompson Twins come next.
Aside redux: The Thompson Twins didn’t come next, so I remain alive.
Adjacent aside: My innkeeper has a perfect anime face. When she smiles, her eyes crinkle into little n’s. n.n
Yet another aside: Things normal people don’t do: Take their grocery cart outside and stand near the trash can, opening all the packages and throwing out the boxes. And dumping the unpackaged stuff into a giant backpack, willy nilly. While people stare and carefully step away. I hope I remember not to do that when I get home.
Mutant twin brother of the previous aside: I’m trying the dryer sheets thing. They’re supposed to keep bugs away. I’m not sold. And I don’t know how to prove it, really. You can’t prove a negative! I guess it boils down to ‘beyond a reasonable doubt’ versus ‘beyond all doubt.’ Yeah, I had to serve on a federal jury once. The guy was guilty as hell, but we had to let him off because the state just couldn’t prove it. I wonder if that guy ever tried dryer sheets?
Juxtaposition: Well, I know now why my tent footprint stinks like a mildewed bucket of fish. I just found about a pound of dead worms stuck to the bottom, rotting. That’s what you get, you damn stowaways. I carried your ass! You probably weighed at least 20 grams each!
Confession time again: I… don’t really like chocolate. It’s OK. I don’t dislike it. But if I never saw another piece of chocolate, I might not even notice. And when I say that out loud to people, they look at me in utter astonishment—which seems to me like a giant overreaction. 😉 It’s just a taste, just like lima beans or cheddar cheese or root beer. All of which I like infinitely better than chocolate.
Peas, on the other hand, are Satan.
Food: After my orgiastic grocery trip, I added up my calories per day and only reached 2200. Jeez. So I trundled myself back out and picked up another 800 per day. I want 3000. My pack now holds pretty much nothing but my sleep stuff, tent, and food. At least as far as big gear goes.
This completely stream-of-consciousness update brought to you courtesy of the grape leaves and falafel I’m about to chow down on. Opa!