04/08
Not having to dig a hole first thing in the morning is a luxury we take for granted in civilized life. That and not having to wear the same underwear four days in a row (don’t worry, I turn them inside out after day 2). Indoor plumbing and laundry however were not the reasons we zero’d in town. Our mission was to resupply. This meant raiding the dollar general a mile down the road. Ramen noodles, pop tarts, tortillas and tuna packets are just a few of the delicacies we’ve come to enjoy on trail. In addition to refilling our gas canisters, we snagged a couple of Dr. Scholl’s inserts in the hopes of relieving our aching feet. As it turns out, a week walking up and down mountains takes its toll, and we needed to take a break.
Helen Georgia is a peculiar place. For those unfamiliar, it’s like a Bavarian themed dinner theatre, except the theatre is the entire town and all the actors have country accents. I must however commend their commitment to the bit, even the Wendy’s was decked with cobblestone and a gabled roof.
Stomachs rumbling and looking to take advantage of the local cuisine, we walked about 3 miles down Main Street before coming across “Bodensee - an authentic German restaurant”. Blaring foreign techno pop with a cardboard cutout of Trump stating “please wait to be seated”, I was hesitant to say the least. Though to my surprise, the chefs special schnitzel was superb! Try saying that ten times fast.
The rest of our day was spent being rather bored. Lazily lying around the hotel, phoning friends, and strangely enough, missing our new found wild life.
“Zuhause ist, wo das Herz ist”