An early start to get to town for a big breakfast. The younger hikers plan to stay with Tom, who offers an open house to AT hikers. Having twenty hikers eating you out of house and home, lolling around in your lounge rom watching movies on your TV - we wondered how he could put up with it. He is one of the legends on the trail. We hear on the grapevine that Beaverchief has got Giardia, and Tom takes him and looks after him. We walk on past Tom's house into town and find the local diner for breakfast. This is one of the best breakfasts we eat on the trail. I order two plate size blueberry pancakes smothered with butter and maple syrup followed by three fried eggs, three slices of bacon and a pile of home made has browns, washed down with an orange juice freshly squeezed, and a coffee. As we eat, the tables fill up with hikers.
We shop at the local petrol station - not a great choice but we manage. We visit the post office to collect mail - the next set of guidebooks and maps. Mike and Theresa have sent us a card to encourage us and to congratulate us on our progress. We meet Beaverchief collecting a food package - loads of small packs of meal size serves of dried food, sent by his parents.
We walk through town, mainly old wooden buildings,and rundown gardens. There is a huge mountain we have to climb up and over to reach Cheshire. we slog it out, step by step, and the hikers pass us. There is some stunning views from the granite ridges.
Our first stop in Cheshire is the ice cream shop. At th picnic table in front of the shop, all the hikers gather. Miles needs new boots but there is no outfitter here so he rings the nearest outfitter to ask them to pick him up. They decline, so he hitches.
We are staying at Harbour Inn BnB - we call them and they pick us up. The inn is a wonderful old two story weatherboard mansion. We have a large room and the bathroom has an old clawed bath. Takeaway Italian is delivered and we eat out on the verandah.
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