We sort of hit a wall after mile 566 and decided we needed a break sooner than our planned week off at Stephanie's family reunion the week of July 5th because we were both hiking on overuse injuries. This led to several turtle pace days in which we had all of the time in the world to day dream about all of the places we want to visit on the east coast, and one very defeated phone call from the side of a mountain, which naturally led to Steph and her mom buying a car and making all of our dreams come true. While Steph and her mom were sorting out logistics we stayed and worked at woods hole hostel for 11 days. Neville and Michael welcomed us into their home and showed us that stranger kindness that keeps shining it's pretty face for us all over Appalachia. We had a week and a half of being barefoot on an organic farm while we helped Neville prepare community meals from scratch for all of our friends and fellow hikers as they passed through. Every morning we did yoga on the lawn and every afternoon we helped clean, organize, or do any odd jobs around the hostel and farm. It was a dream. We are now cheating and following the trail up to all of the highlights that we wanted to hike and skipping all of the hot, dry, monotonous parts and going to tons of cool places too far to hike to, like dc. And Boston. And canada. And we're taking some new friends with us and delivering some trail magic along the way to pay it forward. It's called yellow blazing and it's kind of said with a sneer by the purists but hey. It's our adventure.
Unicorn, skipper, Neville, me, charlotte's web, and charlotte's web's mom. Awesome, awesome, awesome people. 
We ran into a crowd of Amish kids. We all stared at each other like 'man you guys live strange lives'
Our first stop with the Subaru (which I have named Sinead Oconnor, and Steph hates it, but she'll come around) was a replica of Stonehenge called foamhenge. Of course.
On to dc to compare biceps with Michelle Obama, hang out with giant Abe Lincoln, and find mortal kombat Jesus.
