I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: the main reason I hike is that it restores my faith in the basic goodness of people. Here in Marion I’ve encountered kind Forest Service workers who opened the restroom early for me in the pouring rain. The two transit bus drivers I’ve encountered were positive and helpful. I’ve talked with senior citizens who were curious about my hike and encouraged me.
But I’d especially like to acknowledge Stacy and her lovely family and friend who helped me rescue some clothes I left behind in my hast to leave Honey Boo Boo at the hostel in Troutdale. Then she brought me home and fed me a delicious home cooked meal. I met Stacy and Becky on the trail this past weekend. I’d planned to call them to let them know I was safe, but I ran into Stacy at the Walmart by chance.
Dinner was a hiker’s dream: barbecued chicken breasts, freshly steamed broccoli, macaroni & cheese (homemade!) and salad. For dessert strawberry shortcake on homemade baking power biscuits and real whipped cream. What more could a girl want? Then Becky drove me back to my hotel room where I spent a restful night in a dry, warm bed.
The Honey Bears of the world ARE the minority. It’s just that they take our attention away for a bit from everything else, everything that’s going right with the world. Don’t miss the good. It’s all around. No one hikes, or live their life, alone. We all depend on the kindness of strangers.