Mile Stevens Pass to nowhere
Miles: 0o0o
Today was the most restful.
Here's a rough itinerary:
9AM: wake up in queen sized bed in hotel room. Do not crawl out of covers into 45 degree air. Do not break down tent and choke down carnation instant breakfast. Drink orange juice in bed. Drink hot coffee in bed.
9:45AM: mom and I realize that there is a parade preparing to start right outside our hotel window. There's a random assortment of classic cars, emergency vehicles, and flatbed trucks holding beauty pageant children. We run outside and accost a stranger to ask how we can watch the parade. He tells us to just stand on the curb a block away. We head that way and get front row seats on the curb (there was no competition).
10AM: parade begins. A highlight was the large quantity of candy that participants threw out of car windows to the gathered children along the side walk, prompting the children to dash forward into the street and toward the moving cars in order to snag the best candy. Another highlight was the "float" entirely comprised of a riding lawnmower adorned with tinsel and driven by a hunched over gruff-looking fellow, and pulling a small wagon carrying a large man who waved unenthusiastically (no evident affiliation or other reason for their participation in the parade).
11AM: return to room. Fall asleep.
1PM: wake up from nap. Mom informs me that she scheduled me a massage for 2PM. Only my second massage of my life and oh my gosh am I excited.
2PM: I limp into massage parlor.
3PM: I waltz out of massage parlor.
3:30PM: sushi for lunch, basically the opposite of trail food.
4PM: grocery store run to re-supply my food for the next section.
5PM: return to motel, head out to grassy patch and throw around frisbee that the Rico's Pizza "float" (truck) had thrown at us
6PM: dinner in hotel room
7-10PM: journaling
Late: return to queen sized bed. Do not blow up mattress. Do not pee in woods. Do not position clothes stuff sack as pillow. Watch a bad Saturday Night Live re-run. Sleep like a brick.