7/25 Wind Gap (13)

July 28, 2013 at 3:16 pm

Took another short day today to enjoy some good company and good beer!  We didn’t want to miss out on the opportunity of the Beerstein after hearing so much about it.  The owner is an amazing and clearly very patient man who allows hikers to camp behind his bar and cook anything they want for breakfast in the morning.  It sounded too good to be true so we decided to investigate.

PA has not been kind to my shoes, but the rocks are losing their hold on the trail.  It was pretty rough terrain today after our vacation from foot abuse yesterday but by now Jersey is so close it doesn’t even matter.

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Interesting views today, to say the least.

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There were even a few overlooks that weren’t inspired by powerlines:

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Of course, Limey got up early and like a good British gentlemen informed us we were running a tad late.  Then he bid us adieu and was off, while we lolled in our laziness, being big wimps about the first cold morning we’ve had in a while. 

We were practically running by the end of the trail, knowing that Greenlight, Limey, and First Gear were already enjoying cold beer at Wind Gap.  Getting into town meant braving another road crossing but it didn’t matter.

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It was a short way to town and we had planned to walk but a local pulled over and insisted on driving us in.  As soon as we walked in to the bar, we found ourselves surrounded by friends.  The Birds of War were there, whom we had lost back in Damascus after they adopted a chicken.  Phillip Seymour Hoffman, a proud hen, has been retired from the trail and now lives on a farm in Asheville, NC, for those of you who were concerned.  The reunion was a lot of fun, and we found our table of friends imbibing just as we suspected:

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Mark has been sporting a bright purple bandana lately and ended up with the reference name “Bandana Girl” on his bar check, which almost spurred a new trail name for him.  The night was a lot of fun and reminded us of being back home and having fun with friends.  We’re hoping to get our local bar back in NH to let us do this:

The rumors were true as well…

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We were allowed to completely raid the kitchen of the Beerstein to make ourselves a feast.  We can’t believe how generous the people of PA have been to us.  Between all the water we have had magically appear at road crossings, the frequent hitches, and the many meals we’ve had provided, this state has more than made up for the damage it did to our shoes.  One day left to New Jersey; PA, your hospitality will be missed.