Last night, Bobby, his wife and another couple had some barbecue at the small cabin he had rented, so we had a “before hike” party. He also had some booze. I am not a drinker, but I did not want to be a party pooper, so I joined in – a little too much. I got drunk. Thankfully we were not starting our hike for another day. I must have been a real sight. Stumbling back to the hostel, I saw a young girl on the porch talking on the phone. Nevertheless, we struck up a conversation. About every 5 minutes I would ask her where she is from and each time she dutifully repeated “Omaha.” She even found me some food to eat before I went to bed. It must have been funny but I had no idea.
And then there was bed. I had a top bunk. It took me nearly 10 minutes to get into it. I almost fell off the ladder several times. I swear – never again will I drink.
The next morning the hostel put out a great buffet spread for breakfast and I ate my fill in an attempt to kill my hangover. The girl I had talked to the night before showed up later for breakfast and as soon as I saw her I yelled, “Omaha!” That became her trail name.
For the rest of the day, I just hung out, took a walk and napped a little. Tomorrow’s the day! Below are a few pictures I took while taking a short walk. Oh, yeah, Southwest Airline found my bag and delivered it to the hostel at 3:00 AM. Whew! I was sweating that one out.
