Being in town is so different from being on the trail, there isn't quite the same routine of getting up early in the morning, packing up all of your stuff while your hands freeze, and then hitting the trail taking it one step at a time until you stop to eat, start walking again, and then unpack all your stuff and set up camp for the night. In town you have to consider where you're going to eat, what you need to buy, how you're going to get back to the trail, and what you're going to do all day long while waiting for the evening to come and sleep. It's a whole different and somewhat uncomfortable routine. The other hikers seem to feel it too. The younger group tends to sit around and shoot the bull, drinking, smoking, or sometimes sleeping. Us older people, if we can connect, do the same, or we're left out and need to find our own happy place. A few of the young kids make the effort to include me in conversation if only for a while. I'm reluctant to intrude, especially since I've just come back on trail and haven't shared their specific journey in the same way.
Tomorrow I'll rejoin the trail. I replaced a broken squeeze bag to go with my water filter, bought a new gas canister, and bought a few food items I know I've missed in my resupply. I'm leaving a few familiar faces, but I'm sure I'll meet up with some of them again. At least I hope so. The hostel has been a good place to be, but hiking solo is what I'll do again until I can find another friend on the trail.
Happy Trails,
Hikingsolo
It's Time to get out of town, the trail's the place to be. Happy hiking.
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