He fell asleep with a poptart in his hand.

Day OneSeventeen (unlike the Transplants song...), October 12, 25 Miles
At Mile 2344, Poptart 830/1000
Fell asleep last night halfway through a poptart. Woke a couple hours later, took another bite and promptly fell asleep again. Guess I wasn't in the best of ways. Cold, restless night, awoke early and got myself moving before 5am. Have kind of missed hiking this early, the last two mornings have been nice. It is a wonderful time to be hiking. Feeling pretty good, the rest did me well. Disappointing because virtually any other day and the 60 would have been a bit of a slog but I'd have got through fine I think. Had to be one of the days my body crapped out. Oh well, another day perhaps... No lava made this morning even easier. Follow the road. Keep following the road. Hardly needed the headlamp except to alert traffic of my presence. Amazingly, there was traffic, on this road, at this hour. I'm sure if they're locals they're used to seeing CDT'ers hiking at all hours through here. Miles went by quickly (not quick enough). The sun rose colourfully where it normallly does and the colour was reflected in the western sky. Cold moning, didn't really warm up till ten. Something of a weird feeling, just finishing what I should have done yesterday, but that distance being 25 miles. About six miles from Pie Town, bouncing along to Emergency! Emergency!, a small Jeep approaches. A hand reaches out. Holding a Sprite. It's Dan, Hawkeye and Kombucha. Sat on the road for a bit, assured them I was fine and soon enough I was seeing them again in Nita's Toaster House in the awesomeness that is Pie Town. Pie Town is a tiny dot on the highway that consists of a Post Office, two pie cafes, a collection of buildings and houses and Nita's. The Toaster House is the most well known of the small handful of established CDT Trail Angels. Nita now lives up the road a bit so the house has no full time resident, remaining open to hikers, bikers and travellers. A very special place. A character-filled old house that holds the stories of hundreds.
Great to see Hawkeye and Kombucha had cleared the PTS. Awesome to see Dan and Anna, and Rock Steady who none of us had seen since the Winds in Wyoming. All are well. Wrong Way is also here, having finished his NOBO. Hung out and chatted the rest of the day as others, local and not passed through. Nita stopped by a couple of times and she is a truly wonderful, generous soul. The trail community is all the better with her support and friendship. I see vortex. Crushed a lot of cans kid.