I made it to the driveway of Wood's Hole hostel shortly before sunset. I walked towards the log cabin bunkhouse and was greeted by "LeeBob" and "Skunkape", two hikers I met weeks ago and haven't seen in a while. They showed me around and told me there was no dinner tonight because the owners, Michael and Neville went into town for a friends birthday party. I took a shower, hung my disgustingly sweaty clothes up to dry and got settled in for the night. I actually didn't have much of an appetite and went to sleep without eating.
I decided to stay another night just to make sure my stomach was fully recovered. So I kept all my stuff in the bunkhouse and ordered a homemade vanilla ice cream shake. It was huge. When an afternoon thunder shower rolled through it felt good to be watching it from a porch swing nice and dry. Throughout the day new hikers were coming in and it turned out to be quite a crowd for dinner. We ate outside around the fire pit listening to the little frogs, called peepers, peeping to each other.
When dinner ended we brought our dishes into the kitchen and then a few of us went back out to the fire. Someone strummed away on a mandolin as we roasted marshmallows and donuts on the fire.
What a great end to a beautiful day.
My second morning at Wood's Hole began the same way with a bell ringing and the shout of "COFFEE". I had another amazing breakfast of fresh cinnamon rolls, sweet rice and fruit. Then I got a massage that might have been the best of my life. Afterwards, I helped Michael shovel manure into his new plant beds and then headed back out on the trail.
|Frenchy, Skunkape and LeeBob|
What an amazing little sanctuary tucked away in the depths of the forest.