Thursday, September 5, 2019; day 47
I headed towards town by 0720.
I did not quite feel welcomed. No one waved on the road. Not even when I tried initiating the gesture.
There was no warmth in the coffee shop.
I headed to the Camaray Motel.
My plan was to ask if I might pay for a shower and laundry, and have a look at the hiker box.
They were so incredibly friendly.
They brought out the hiker boxes and offered me coffee, and were very willing to let me use their facilities.
I thanked them for their kindness. I mentioned that I had not felt very welcome thus far in town. They were surprised by this, and suggested that it may be due to the homeless population. Also, many of the locals are not familiar with the trail.
As I was looking through the hiker box, a kind couple offered to cover the price of the room!
I was eager to get going, yet happy to accept the offer.
In the hiker box I found loaner clothes (skirt and top!), creamed coconut, nuts, and razors.
Back in the room, I decided to forgo using the razors. It would inevitably lead to an uncomfortable prickly phase. My body hair makes me feel more wild in nature and more rebellious before the eyes of town. I notice who takes notice.
I shower and put on the loaner clothes and head to the laundry room.
I wash all my clothes, my tent, my sleeping bag.
I resupplied, and repackaged.
I sewed two groupings of little stitches along my tent to keep my vestibule shut where the zipper had broken.
I watched the sky turn grey.
I felt shifty in the hotel room.
It was early morning before I slept.