Had a bit of a rough day. First, we said bye to Oscar, which was very sad. It's strange how quickly he became one of us and also how quickly he left. It was a friendship in fast forward. By the end of the first day, we were solid acquaintances, by the second day we were friends. Then he said he was leaving... In Nelson! At the next stop! It felt like i knew him a lot longer than a week, probably because we spent entire days together instead of a few hours like most new acquaintances, and i look forward to seeing him down the trail, as promised.
We walked to Richmond, and road walking is always a bit tough because you get bored and notice the aches and pains more. We ate a final meal of non-trail food at the pub, and the chicken nuggets were a poor substitute for the Closed Indian resteraunt we craved. Not to mention that they may have ended up giving me food poisoning. So when we got to the hut, i had go through our nightly battle with the mice while trying not to get violently sick. I failed on both counts. By the time I hung my backpack up, a mouse had already gotten inside where it got stuck for the night. And the effort of hanging the backpack overwhelmed my upset stomach and I threw up in the ash bucket for the wood stove. The elderly man in the next bunk probably thought I was the worst hut-mate in the world.
We walked to Richmond, and road walking is always a bit tough because you get bored and notice the aches and pains more. We ate a final meal of non-trail food at the pub, and the chicken nuggets were a poor substitute for the Closed Indian resteraunt we craved. Not to mention that they may have ended up giving me food poisoning. So when we got to the hut, i had go through our nightly battle with the mice while trying not to get violently sick. I failed on both counts. By the time I hung my backpack up, a mouse had already gotten inside where it got stuck for the night. And the effort of hanging the backpack overwhelmed my upset stomach and I threw up in the ash bucket for the wood stove. The elderly man in the next bunk probably thought I was the worst hut-mate in the world.