Coffee House Hike 2009
It is the end of the month, and I'm out of fun money. That left me with the choice of trying to find a local hike (that creature does not exist) or trudge on the treadmill. To top things off, a snow storm blew in this morning, dropping snow, sleet and rain all over the place. Hemingway once wrote about taking an extended ski trip through the Alps. Ski into a little town, stop at the local bar, then ski on to the next town. It as always sounded fun to me, but: I don't ski, and I really don't drink that much anymore. So, a hike between coffee houses sounded fun to me. Of course, I don't drink coffee either. Just the same, I loaded up my dslr and Colin Fletcher's The Complete Walker into my daypack and headed off to Java City on the north side of Abilene. While it would occur to me later that Ernesto was a crazy old fucker that shot himself in the head, at this point I was looking forward to my adventure. When I went into Java City to buy a tea and ask permission to l