Mile 145 - Wherever I get.
I've spent the morning in and out of coffee shops, writing to friends and looking at maps. This town rules, incredibly friendly folk about.
I met two locals, little foot and otter. Little foot kept spiraling off on tangential tails about everything from jet planes to Bigfoot. Big white beard, neon blue sunglasses and a dread (singular.) Otter on the other hand is a family man, who I kept crossing paths with as he made his rounds around town saying hi to everyone. Close knit community here, they take em all, young, old, crazy and sane.
These are the colors of choice here.
Enjoyed a fancy cup of espresso with a complimentary scone — just because I'm a thru hiker. Can't make foam like this out in the woods.