It's 9:00 in the morning and we are happily relaxing on the front porch of the Sisters Coffee Company. After a four-mile walk down to Santiam Pass from our dusty, buggy little campsite we've found ourselves into a world of wonderful, friendly, helpful people. First, a case of Mountain Dew left by the trail by hiker turned trail-angel, Strawberry, who left the trail for civi-life at Cascade Locks. Next, a can of cookies, Cokes and water near the parking lot at the trail head left by another, unknown angel. The day was looking up already. Then, after a quick stop in the pit toilet before hitting the highway for a hitch, we started talking to an older couple who right away knew all about the PCT -- they had just read an article yesterday in The Oregonian about "flip-floppers" on the PCT -- and offered us a ride without batting an eye. They were actually on their way to move a relative's car from one pass to the next who is currently section hiking the trail.
So, coming into Sisters, we were doing great. 8:30 in the morning, coffee shop in sight. I'm psyched. Eliza takes a walk to check out the PO and the sporting goods store. I'm here chilling on the porch. Next thing I know, she's back, big grin on her face, to tell me that she met a guy at the PO who immediately recognized her as a hiker, had spotted us at the coffee shop ten minutes before, and he offered her and me use of his home for cleaning, showering, sleeping, whatever we want. She says she needs shoes. He says he'll drive us to Bend later on -- his buddies own the gear supply there. Once again, unbelievable people going out of their way to lend a hand to the filthy, passing foot-walkers.
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