So we strolled into Manchester and met a pack of wild divas. It was exhilarating to observe them in such a natural state. There we stayed at a hostel which offered free Ben and Jery’s (as much as you can eat!) Other than this great hostel, which was more accomadating and comfortable than any hotel I have ever stayed at, Manchester is a rich touristy town that no one lives in with two Post Offices, one of which no one can find and had been hoarding hiker packages!!! From there we followed the divas pungent and somewhat malignant scent through pouring rain and dark night, across the End of Days Bridge (because when this thing is washed out it will be the END OF DAYS) and over Killington to Rutland. I hurt my ankle five miles into a 16.5 miles day so it was nice and swollen. We stayed with the Twelve Tribes, Back Home Again Hostel slash backery slash cafe slash religious community. They were nice enought to let us do a little work for them in exchange for our beds and some food! Some really awesome food!!! They were extremely friendly people and could teach us all a lot about how to mean what you say. From there my ankle was still hurting so we limped into Pittsfield. Here there is a farm owned by the man that owns the whole town, Joe. He lets hikers work for stay as well so we spent the day workin on the farm and building a small part of a wilderness survival course. It was indescribably fun. We could use their bikes to ride around, go swimming in the swimming hole, and there was a lot of free food from the Joe owned restaurant. This town is really going to be on the map in the next couple of years. We also met some quite incredible athletes. Richard the 70 mile day Royal Marine, Selica who can only do 50… Anthony who I am not quite sure could have been created without at least a modicum of genetic manipulation and more! I am not even kidding when I say that I haven’t told you half of them.
Well that is the best I can do for now.
Hope to hear from literally all of you soon!
~Me