When I coasted into Council, my search for a place to stay came up seriously empty, no decent place to stay anywhere. One possible place was a dive hotel (flop house) which left me feeling somewhat desperate. Yet, the thought of spending another night in my bivy sak still was a lousy fall back. With pathetic Internet service, even with wifi, I called Kate to get the numbers for the local churches. One church, one possibility, I spoke with Pastor Les and explained my dilemma. A sequence of events happened rapid fire. He met me at a RV campsite where there appeared to be no around with a wide open office. The Padtir want to met me as he stated over the phone. No sooner had he said hello than we loaded my bike into his Subaru and drove me to Pastor Geoff and Judy Cole's house/farm where they gave me a warm welcome, set me up in their son's room, who was away, and cooked me a delicious dinner. We discussed religion of which they were fairly passion but still understanding of my liberal take on the almighty. Above all they are truly amazingly good people. We talked until I had to get some sleep or do a face plant. How do you thank people like this?
Tomorrow, another day another mountain pass!
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