I sleep bad, wake up in the night to poop (twice) get up at 6 a.m. and sit in bed eating leftover pot roast and french fries, shortly I poop that out too. I don’t have sulfur farts, though, and I still have an appetite, so maybe it’s not giardia? Coughee is in town with his homegirl Sherry, I meet them at the cute little health food store across the street, consume a pint of chocolate coconut bliss and three nectarines. It tastes amazing. Coughee says he’s been pooping his brains out too, giardia definitely.
“His farts smell like scrambled eggs,” says Sherry.
He shows us all a picture of his poop, on the trail.
“I had to take a picture,” he says.
I facebook chat with The Boss, who is ahead of us, in Etna. She’s pooping her brains out.
“I hope you feel better soon,” I say.
I go back to the room and lay in bed, writing emails. NotaChance, Mack, Guthrie, Woody, Bearclaw and Dirtmonger are in town and they’re out doing things but I feel exhausted and woozy, I just want to be in bed. Our room is depressing though. I talk on the phone with Instigate- she’s volunteering at a health clinic. I talk to Seamus in portland- he just finished his grad school program. He already has a job in the fall, as a highschool chemistry teacher in Vancouver. I’m suddenly dizzy with hunger. I walk to the grocery store- tourists are buying american flag cakes. What is a life? I buy chicken salad and eat it on romaine lettuce. I’m tired but lonely so I muster and go to the bar, where Bearclaw, Dirtmonger, Woody and Chance are playing pool. I like talking with Bearclaw and Chance. They’re my buddies. So few women up here at the front of the herd, it sometimes feels like we’re in another world. Some lord of the flies shit. Chance and I talk about how sad it is to see people lose morale on the trail. You never know who’s gonna really love it, all the way to the end. People hate it and it breaks a person’s heart.
Everyone’s zeroing tomorrow, so I get another day of rest, and I won’t lose the group. Thank goodness.
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