Today vanished in a haze. We found the best place in town to eat is The Breakfast Club. It feels authentic and fair value in a heap of otherwise overpriced places.
The tiki lounge in the posh villa area extended their happy hours for the thru-hikers, so we sat imbibing margaritas for several hours and toasting to RebelBiscuit’s and Jazz’ birthdays.
On the positive news side, Howly was able to find an outfitter with pants that fit his slim frame, which is a relief for us all. I no longer have to look at a hole in the fabric winking at me in the back.
We continued the birthday celebrations back at the Motel 6, with several hikers stopping by whom we hadn’t met, and I think 1 or 2 (read: 3 or 4) warnings from the night manager on our volume. Tsk-tsk. Nice day. 🙂