Day 52: town trapped

The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to real people are purely coincidental.

The plan was to hike 3 miles, take the shuttle.to town, resupply, do laundry and have a few beers and eat, then catch shuttle back, then hike a bit. All except that last part happened. The few beers we had in town made us lazy. So Becca hitched back to town for more beers with a dude named JP, who carries a foam sword and seems to be the leader of a rowdy group pretending to be a Scottish clan. They are hilarious and Becca and him made it back to the shelter with 90 beers. 90.

Unfortunately the party was caught when a ranger snuck up on us and ticketed everyone holding a beer. We were not. We were being good. Drinking alcohol is not allowed at this shelter. Who knew? (See pic)

Well he did make someone dump out their 24 pack but we had hid our stash sorta well and I made sure to sit in front of it ASAP to cover the unhidden part.  When he left bloo and I transferred everyone's safe beer to the shelter loft, and burned the boxes. And despite the Rangers warning that he would be back, the party continued and in fact grew. I'd say maybe over 40 people were there by the end of the night. It was crazy.

We tried to go to sleep "early" but when we went to the loft, 7 or more people were talking and drinking there, so we packed up our stuff and pitched the tent.

When will we learn? I guess one party every week or two ain't bad. It will allow us to partake in the social experience of the trail. We did have a lot of fun and escaped citations by using common sense. I mean come on, all you have to do is pour the beer into a cup. Don't flaunt and they don't mind.

Also, my socks have developed a lot of holes, so I got some awesome new ones in the girls department at Walmart. They are more reflective of my personality than those dull gray ones. Though I doubt they will last as long.