Day 17: Zero Day at Shaw’s
Shaw’s breakfast is one of those things you hear about way before you arrive. Whether your are headed North or South. You sign up on a sheet the day before, which was already 14 names deep by the time we added our names to the list. Three tables were set up, one in the large kitchen and two in the dining room. Everyone sat around filling up all three tables while Poet, Hippie Chick and crew ran around taking orders. Orange juice and water sat on the table. The eggs cooked to order were piled on a plate with bacon and the home-fried potatoes, which were crispy on the outside and perfectly soft on the inside. Once everyone had a plate, the fluffiest blueberry pancakes began to be passed around.
As the food started to taper off and hikers started to disperse from the tables, Poet brought out a large plate of blueberry pancakes stacked like a cairn.
After breakfast, we started running errands. Zero days for us tend to never be relaxing. We went to the post office, organized our food for the next section, said goodbye to Rattles and Nomad and went by the Appalachian Trail Visitors Center.
We picked out a few things at Poet’s Gear Emporium such as a small Buff for Milo and some more bug spray. Hippie Chick had to step away for a few minutes allowing us to answer a few questions for some backpackers about stove fuel.
We even gave two southbound hikers a shake-down, helping them cut down more on their pack weight.
For dinner we walked down to the Lakeshore House again, but this time with Hawk, the yoyo hiker we had met near Stratton. We joked about him getting a triple crown made from roots and rocks since he was just over a hundred miles away from finishing the trail for the third time.
As the sun set over Hebron Lake, our rest day came to an end, far too soon.