Hiker Hostel main building, bunk room, living room, cabin and deck.
Last night, Bobby, his wife and another couple had some barbecue at the small cabin he had rented, so we had a "before hike" party. He also had some booze. I am not a drinker, but I did not want to be a party pooper, so I joined in - a little too much. I got drunk. Thankfully we were not starting our hike for another day. I must have been a real sight. Stumbling back to the hostel, I saw a young girl on the porch talking on the phone. Nevertheless, we struck up a conversation. About every 5 minutes I would ask her where she is from and each time she dutifully repeated "Omaha." She even found me some food to eat before I went to bed. It must have been funny but I had no idea.
And then there was bed. I had a top bunk. It took me nearly 10 minutes to get into it. I almost fell off the ladder several times. I swear - never again will I drink.
The next morning the hostel put out a great buffet spread for breakfast and I ate my fill in an attempt to kill my hangover. The girl I had talked to the night before showed up later for breakfast and as soon as I saw her I yelled, "Omaha!" That became her trail name.
For the rest of the day, I just hung out, took a walk and napped a little. Tomorrow's the day! Below are a few pictures I took while taking a short walk. Oh, yeah, Southwest Airline found my bag and delivered it to the hostel at 3:00 AM. Whew! I was sweating that one out.