Saturday, July 17
After a good cafe breakfast I walked the 28 miles from Bliss to Shoshone and arrived hot, tired, and cranky having acquired my first foot blister of the trip. The temperature was over 100 degrees and I just wanted to be in some shade - any shade at all and to check into a room. Sitting down on a sidewalk bench, I called the only motel in town and was told, “Sorry, but we’re full.” Surprise - another twist in the road! Now what to do? I started wandering somewhat aimlessly but as my foot hurt, I soon stopped to rest and consider the options. I decided I would just have to ask for permission to use someone's yard for the night. Picking myself up and hobbling down the street, I noticed a mobile home with a “For Rent” sign so I knocked at a neighbor’s to inquire about the possibilities it presented. It was but two knocks and a giant dog tried to lunge through the door! What a commotion I had caused! Through the door window I could see him snarling and gnashing away while a man inside yelled something I did not comprehend. With my heart in my throat I quickly moved on forgetting that I even had a blister!
It was then that I spied a small RV park nestled behind a gasoline station. This would be my home for the night - another last minute deliverance.
All was right with the world again.