I lost my titanium spork last night. I wondered what to do and so I sifted through the 5 boxes of free hiker stuff at the airport lounge and lo and behold, found a plastic spork amidst the rubble. Score! It allowed me to eat my oatmeal without resorting to my fingers but I felt like I needed a sturdier replacement so I headed to the BBQ joint where I thought I may have left it.
On my way there, I met Tom and his family, who offered me a handful of edible delights and offered me a ride to the trail once I found my beloved spork. His wife, Jen, even gave me a fork in case what was lost could not be found.
I asked the guy working if he'd seen my spork and he gladly offered to look. He soon returned with my spork and it was spotlessly clean, having bathed luxuriously in their commercial dishwasher.
He also let me fill up my water bottle, gave me a hug, and then I headed back to the trail with Tom, Jen, and their two kids.
I hiked through more wind turbines and snacked with my friends beneath the shade of a massive bush.
I reached Highway 58 in time for lunch and there were rumbling dark clouds overhead so I decided to lunch and siesta under the bridge.
I was reminded of how happily homeless I am but how many others are not. I thought of the work my aunt does at Matthew's Crossing Food Bank in Arizona and how she helps those in need.
Here is a link to their website: http://www.matthewscrossing.org
The storm passed and waited to dump its rain until it reached the other side of the ridge. I could smell the sweet scent of rain and was shaded by the murky clouds. I listened to the thunderous rumblings of the heavens and yet the only drops I felt were those that gathered upon my brow.
I met up with more friends at the top of the mountain, and then hiked into the sunset with my friend Pocahontas.
We were treated to gorgeous views of the setting sun and I slept soundly beneath the starry sky.