Salisbury, CT, August 6
Hiked into Salisbury, CT. No mail drop. Again. Damn. I called the house. A gal answered.
'Hi, I'm Paul, the guy who lives in the basement.'
'Hi, I'm Kirsten, your new roommate. Remember me from Cheatham?'
'Hey there - didn't know you were moving in. Did you say roommate?'
'Yep. You're the guy on the A.T.?' (It's a small world.)
'Yep, that's me. Dan move out?" (Dan was scheduled to graduate over summer.)
Nope, I took Allen's room when he moved out in June.'
'Allen? June?'
'Yep'
'Kirsten, have you noticed a bunch of cardboard boxes?'
'Yeah -- are those yours?'
'Sure are. Any chance you could find anything addressed to Mass or north and do me a favor and take them to the post office?'
'Mass or north?'
'Oh, um, yeah... well, I'm already in Connecticut and all I really need are the boxes for Mass, Vermont, New Hampshire and Maine. Just mail those.'
'Sure, no problem.'
'Thanks, nice to talk with you!'
'Have fun!'
Oh Kirsten, you have no idea.
I had to do some scrambling with the mail-ahead box, the spare pair of boots to be mailed down to my folks, and a bunch of other stuff. Cute town - very touristy, but cute. Ate bagels and ice cream sandwiches 'til I was stuffed.