Day 15 Pie Town - Zero
Due to a UPS / USPS / Small town post office mix up 3 pairs of brand new socks were lost in mail purgatory. I decided to wait an extra day at the Toaster house to see if they would show up.
The Toaster house is truly unique. Nita, raised five kids here and has had it open to hikers and cyclers since 1982. It feels like something the lost boys would've built — half log cabin, half tree house. All heated by one cast iron stove. No TV, no internet, just a large collection of cassette tapes and a sweet sound system. The whole place operates completely on the honor system. Hikers lend a hand on odd jobs here and there and make sure to keep the place orderly.
When I wasn't defrosting by the stove I spent my time in Pie Town eating pie at the Gathering Place, an old fuel station that has been reborn as a local eatery. Two large tables invite travelers from all over the world to sit and meet others who visit this peculiarly named town.
I had the best sleep of the trail on this bed in the "penthouse." The stove pipe ran through this room and kept it cozy warm.
At night we played cards while listening to some cassette tape gems. Freddy Fender and Hot Tuna were highlights of the collection.
Lots of wonderful knick knacks adorned every nook and cranny. I don't know the back story on this plate, but I do know it's amazing. I used it as a visual aid when people asked where I grew up and where I went to college.