CDT Mile 338.5, Miles hiked 15
When I rolled out of bed I noticed that Wild Feather had already cleared her bunk on the bottom and was packing up outside. I moved my gear to the lower bunk and started sorting my food and my pack so I could leave. Now truth be told I didn’t want to go, I have been loving pie town and the pull to stay was strong. We packed up and waited for the girls to arrive with my camera.
At around 9 they all showed up, Spirit had my camera that Cerveza had miraculously found in the Gila. I was overjoyed to get it back. We then learned there were about 15 hikers all rolling into the Toaster House we all looked at each other and decided it was time to go.
Buttercup and I were loving our Mont-bell rain jackets on this stormy day
We rolled up to The Gathering Place for breakfast with the new arrivals but with everyone there, it was so crazy we decided to go to the Pie Town Cafe. We showed up and were the only hikers there. I repeated the menu from the day before and enjoyed another burger before we set out. I enjoyed my meal, more pie and called home for a bit, right as we walked out the door to go Nita showed up to say goodbye.
I could have stayed and eaten pies for days
It was sad to say goodbye but I know I’ll see here in the fall at the gathering. We rolled down the road towards Grants with threatening skies. We got about a mile down the road when the first drops fell. For the first time on this trip, we had to suit up. The rain turned to a mix of snow and we walked along with hoods on in the weather knowing the call of the toaster house with its warm interior was still within our reach. Buttercup kept us on track though and we walked north leaving the vortex of Pie Town behind.
All day we rolled along the dirt road taking it easy and joking around. We came to the Thomas ranch to get water and camp. Zorro met us at the spigot and told us we were free to camp in the RV’s on the property. We chose the 1989 Allegro a sweet piece of RV love. We are now warm inside the RV, with a full belly from our dinners and the storm outside dropping rain and blowing hard. What a special treat to sleep in a bed and not have to pack up the wet gear in the morning.
Now that’s roughing it!
