Wayne’s World, one last time
Each of these little trail towns has had its own distinct character. It seems to me that I could never be in Damascus and think I was in Hot Springs. (The names of the towns are a different story, but that has more to do with my increasingly overloaded mental RAM than with the towns themselves. I’m waiting for the wetware app that lets me upload some of the more useless brain data to the cloud. Or just delete it and be done with it.)
Waynesboro feels a little more like money—at least, this part of it. Big houses, perfect gardens. The downtown area has a Greek place, an Italian place, a veggie coffee shop, along with the usual dollar stores and laundromats. I think it’s the size. Earlier the towns had populations of 900, 1000; Waynesboro has 14,000. Big enough to start seeing a little differentiation.
It’s raining a little, rumbling a little. Not a tornado, but I wouldn’t want to be hiking in it anyway. Heavier weather’s due a bit later.
I’m going through my gear and looking to strip some grams. The pack is heavy. So heavy! Coming into town, it’s light as a bushel of tin feathers. On the way out, it’s full of lead elephants. It’ll hardly close; I can’t get my cup inside.
What can you do? Just shut up and walk. 😉
Heading out in the morning. I’m assuming internet access will be limited or nonexistent for a couple of weeks.
Talk to you soon!