Thar she blows!!, why we LOVE hitching and my multifunctional hiking attire....

It seems these days we are spending more time off trail than on:/. It seems we spend more time hitching than hiking :/. This morning my boots, which I have been trying to hang onto, gave way. See, around where the toes bend, the right began splitting,  then the left. Well, the right gave way this morning. Leaving me with a complete opening across the top. I regret now not taking a picture. Needless to say, I hobbled down the trail 1mile to the highway and another
.5 mile to the hostel. I got online and found the nearest outfitter, EMS near Hanover, 3 days by trail or $75 for a shuttle. Not no, but hell no. We shall hitch, we love hitching and here is why .... we have been picked up by soccer moms in mini vans,pick up trucks, lawnmowers( actually he went home to feed his pet deer and pick up his car), vw bugs, UPS trucks, loggers, seniors, nurses, trail maintainers and lastly doctors. This morning was no exception... after thumbing it for half an hour and just about to give up, a Mercedes approached us, we recognized it as a Mercedes and lowered our thumbs. The car veers off on the shoulder( we both thought the guy was going to hit us"dirty bums") . He asked us where we were headed and he told us to hop in, said he would take us up to the intersection.  He didn't even mind Bailey :), leather seats and all. With a stethoscope on the front seat, Nick asks if he is doctor and yes he is, an E.R. doc. This strikes up conversation about my recent experience.  He then mentions his 8  dogs, chickens, horses and cattle. His belted galloways, to be exact.  Hmmm, Nick then mentions that his old boss, The Commodore ( owner of the Appledore), lives in Camden, ME just by a belted galloway farm. The doc is surprised,  that is where he got his cattle. This then brings up discussion about Camden and the Appledore,  he turns around and looks at me and asks, "Did you make me those Bloody Marys with the pickle? "... I smiled proudly, "No sir, that was my daughter, Simone". Wow. He then tells us of a story of confusion with his CC billing on the Appledore and how the Commodore invited him to visit him at his home and another sail when he returns to Camden. The conversation continued on and soon we arrived at our intersection. Dr. John bid us farewell and we stood in awe for a few moments to realize,  yet once again, the world is a small place. Wow.
We crossed the road and raised our thumbs. Ten minutes later,  we were picked up by a young guy with long hair in a Subaru,  with a backpack. Come to find out he is from VA, now attends Dartmouth and is a trail maintainer for the Dartmouth Outing Club.Awesome. He and Nick chatted the entire 40 miles of the hitch, while I searched for pet-friendly establishments and edited our rental car for the upcoming wedding in NY.  Seems we have a change in plans again...
We arrived in White River Junction and settled into the Super 8, touched base with a few friends on the coast and decided to relax by the pool ( the past few establishments did not feature this luxury:). Which brings me to why my hiking attire is the bomb(I am probably too old to say that, but whateva, that too). These 2 simple garments, sleeveless shirt and running shorts provided me with hiking attire, swim wear by the pool, a quick wash in the sink, blowdry with the hair dryer and voila , fancy clothes for dinner at the Chinese buffet (we are fancy and Nick never met a buffet he didn't like). Now these garments are my sleepwear.
On our walk back to the hotel, I played the BeeGees "Inside and Out" ( stuck in my head for days) and danced all the way....
Live simply.
Laugh frequently.
Love out loud.

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