Day 19 May 13
Northfork Ranger Station to The Saufley’s
Donna emerged from the garage with such radiance like Mother Teresa, like Venus de Milo, like Alpha Centauri, like…
I cried on her shoulder like a BIG baby. “I love you Donna,” I blubbered. Donna is our trail Momma. Respect yo Momma.
Backpacker Magazine photographed all my tears, they’re doing a piece on trail angels. One of the writers took High Tech and I out to lunch at the Sweetwater Cafe, he wants to get the scoop on the tears.
The fact is, when you’ve hiked the same trail over and over it becomes your home, and the trail angels become family.