Day 135 on the Appalachian Trail Miles Hiked to Date: 1428 Hiked yesterday: 16 Trail Miles, Miles left to hike: 756
Papa Chip pointed the Chip Mobile towards town, as per Evil Vengeful Rosie's directions. We were soon winding our way through a series of one lane wide gravel and dirt roads, with tree branches scraping the sides of the camper. At one point, he said, "It feels like we're going in a circle." I looked up as we rounded a bend onto a paved road and sure enough, we were. After driving for 10 minutes, we were back exactly where we'd spent the night. Hmm, Evil Vengeful Rosie the GPS found her own way to welcome Papa Chip back. We drove until we had a signal and then programmed Google maps on our phones and followed those directions into town.
Inside, we found the hikers' log and I eagerly searched for hikers we knew. I saw this entry and it tickled me. It was a message from Gma (the 72 year old woman hiker whom I've blogged about before) to Tune, saying she heard he was nearby and waited there a while in hopes of seeing him. Later the same day, he wrote, "I missed Gma". They are terrific hikers who really enjoy one another's company. I miss them both. From the looks of it, they are about 4 days ahead of Chipmunk now.
Chipmunk arrived and we all laughed and talked for a bit. I asked if anyone was hungry ... and then mid-sentence realized that was a dumb question. Papa Chip and I ran to the camper and made up a big bowl of tuna fish salad, grabbed a loaf of hearty grains bread, some Cinnamon Raisin Bagels, a package of Oreo Double Stuff cookies and some cold drinks. When we returned, we all ate the makeshift lunch together, laughing and catching up on one another's life experiences. It was quite relaxing and nice. Chipmunk was the first to announce that she had to get back on the trail; that she was sure they'd catch up to her since they hike faster. We gave her hugs and kisses and watched her walk to the boardwalks and head back into the woods. Papa Chip and I lingered a while longer before we, too, decided to head on to the next meet up spot.
He thanked us and turned to walk away and then returned and said, "Can I see your license please?" Papa Chip pulled out his wallet and handed his license to the officer, who said, "Hawaii? Aw man, I've seen a Hawaii License before. I thought it was going to be Montana, like your plates. I never saw a Montana license." Then he walked back to his vehicle and apparently "ran" Papa Chip's license. He returned and said, "You know this truck is registered to another name, right?" We confirmed we did; that it's registered to the name of our Montana LLC, a common practice for RV owners that adds a layer of protection between you and your personal assets in the case of an accident. He said, "It all checks out. No problem." After telling him that we blog about our daughter's hike, I asked if I could take a pic of him at the truck side and poke a little fun at Papa Chip. Officer Cuccio readily agreed. Sooooo ... in all honesty, Papa Chip did not do anything to warrant a police officer to pull him over.... but, I had fun seeing everyone's comments on here and facebook. Thanks for indulging me.
Chipmunk emerged from the woods around 7:30 PM and we drove to our camp spot for the night. She had hiked a respectable 16 miles. She was tired so we ate, chatted for a few minutes and all of us fell into our bunks for a good night's sleep.
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Thanks again for all your support,
Mama Chip, Papa Chip, Chipmunk and her dog, Chocolate Chip
(Tammy, Jay, Neva and Coco)