June 20th, 2013
Woke up 8:00
Miles walked: 20 miles
Seg 1, indiana, st: 17end:37
Title for the day: A Snob In Friendship
Today I woke up to a heavy mist on the field where I was sleeping, my tent was covered in due drops and I had to be careful not to knock the tent while I went about my morning business.
Packed up, and headed out. About two miles down the road I came to my first stream crossing so far in Indiana. It was simple, it didn't go past my knees. I haven't showered in a couple of days so I got naked and bathed in the creek. The water was murky, but felt so damn good, especially since the morning had started out pretty warm.
Kept on walking past beautiful large farms, the largest farmed plots of land that I have seen this whole trip. Mostly corn, about ankle to knee high. A sea of green, can't wait to see it grow above my head.
Made it to a town called Farmers Retreat at about my 10 mile mark, took a nap underneath a tree by a baptist church for 15 minutes. The Indiana breeze felt real nice. When I started walking again I passed an awesome house that had a little pond in the backyard with an island in the middle with a log cabin, it was pretty neat.
Got back on my feet and in three miles I hit the Town of Friendship, which i found out later has a population under 100. I noticed the town had a huge flee market area and also had a huge shooting range for the annual National Muzzle Loading Rifle Championship Association.
I was hungry and had forgone eating lunch eairler in hope I would find something in town. Asked two men in an auto shop, they both had huge beards, if there was anything else to eat there other than the bar and grill that I saw up the street. That was all there was.
Entered the bar thinking it was going to be pretty run down, turned out it was actually pretty nice, and the menu had resonable prices too. I was the only one in there and the bar attendant told me to go for the huge cod sandwich, which was was pretty cheep. I did and It was delicious.
Talked to the next shift bar attendant when she came in, her name is missy. Really nice lady who told me about the town and her life living there. She said that twice a year the muzzle loading association puts on a world wide competition, and the little town can see over 10,000 people attend. She said the bar gets crazy and they have to pull people from the community to help run it. They also have a huge flee market and a huge folk festival every year that brings a lot of people in. It was a pretty happening small town.
A guy entered the bar and sat next to me, the bar attendant told him what I was doing. He came off a bit like a snob and asked me why I wasn't doing "a national trail like the Appalachian" and quickly said with out giving me a chance to talk that I need to start looking for a job... He didn't get it... So I explained the whole thing to him, told him it was a life changing adventure, showed him pictures, and told him that I was actually on a national trail..
By the end he was shaking my hand admiring what I was doing. He even shared some hiking stories of his own with me. I could have so easily blown this guy off with how he came off in the beginning, I'm very happy I didn't. Cool guy.
Said goodbye, and went on my way. Walked into the next small town by sunset and asked a couple sitting down if I could set my tent up on their land. So I'm set up behind their barn right now writing this :-).