No, There was no toll booth Willy for us.
Last night was kind of busy so there was no blogging. Yesterday we finished 200 miles and Alex got to see my 200 mile dance. We started outside Holyoke and ended in the town of Ware.Where you ask? Ware is the answer. As much fun as Ware was my personal favorite was Belchertown...but mostly because I am immature and will laugh at bodily functions.
Our host for Friday and Thursday was Liz's Aunt Debbie and Uncle Tom and they were really great. Debbie is probably the most excited about this trip than anyone else. She contacted her local newspaper and early last night Alex and I had our photo taken and were interviewd. Thanks to them all for that.
The weather today was absolutly miserable. It started to pour about ten minutes into our walk and would not stop. The plastic bags on my feet did absolutly nothing and my feet were throbbing. We stopped at a Laundrymat and attempted to dry our socks and shoes. Walking around barefoot in one of those places cant be the best thing for my open wounds. One positive thing about this little holdover was talking to this man about hitchhiking. He asked us if that was our method of transportation and then proceded to tell us about his hitchhiking days. Apprantly him and his buddies got pulled over at the border of some town in Georgia and was told by the police to either cut their hair or find another way around.
In North Brookfield Alex and I walked into a dive bar, I think the name was Frank's. The bartender asked how our walk was going and laughed when he saw my Jeter shirt. A couple of guys there were busting my balls about the shirt. When they heard what we were doing they got excited and we interviewed one of them named Ron who had some interesting stuff to say.
Right now Pat Ford is making pasta and I am gunna enjoy some.
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