29.1 miles. Dam coco shelter
Jeremy was so emotive about the possibility of me staying in Heflin that I felt bad turning him down.
I’ll bring you some casserole in the morning. It’s delicious. And Chili is for dinner. I’ll hand deliver it to your motel room.
For sure, I’m taking off in the morning, but I was polite.
The motel sign was broken and falling apart, as you would expect from a one star motel.
This used to be where we threw parties. There’s a hot tub in one of these rooms, and we would carry on all night. I’m sure it’s different now, though.
I look at him.
It’s not different. You know it’s exactly the same.
smirk
Ok, yeah. It’s probably exactly the same.
After getting to my room, and turning up the heater, I check the weather. It’s going to be raining and storming, but just for the day.
I guess I could stay here.
It would kill my daily average miles.
But. It’s so warm.
And really, what does it hurt? What am I trying to prove?
Nothing, really.
Two years ago, I sat in hotel rooms on the Arizona Trail and watched lifetime Christmas movies. It was a notably joyous time for me.
I guess I’ll do that again.
Because why not.
29.1 miles. Dam coco shelter
Jeremy dropped off some casserole at 9AM sharp.
It was delicious.
I spent the day lying on the bed and eating cookies.
I wondered if I was getting fat.
I ate them anyway.
I tried to watch some lifetime Christmas movies, but I wasn’t feeling it. I was alone in my motel room, on Christmas Eve, eating Subway cookies.
It seemed like a sad Christmas Eve, but it wasn’t. It was actually perfect, and I wondered what makes me different from the people that really want family around to make them whole.
I really enjoyed this time alone, in this arbitrary town in the middle of Alabama, having walked here, and no way out except by foot.
It was among the best Christmas Eves I can remember experiencing.