Bunkroom, Zealand Hut
The bunks were spartan, utilitarian and perfectly fine for my tired hiker bones. I earned my keep by sweeping the Hut clean. The croo had a rather large porriage bowl I attempted to clean out at the end of breakfast. After maybe an hour, I had to leave a few spoonfuls in the bottom. Very disappointed, but we're talking perhaps a half-gallon of porriage was consumed along with my usual breakfast. I bid good morning to that fine crew, made my register entry, saddled up the pack and stepped out for my descent to the notch. Lovely morning.
Toaism is my favorite spirituality. A taoist principle states thinking, or the act of thinking is as:
'The wise become foolish by not thinking.
The foolish become wize by not thinking' - ponder that, DNA.