Inside the above-the-garage dedicated hiker loft, PCT hiker bandanas from past years, and this year's orange on the far right.


Oh, oh, ooooHHHH, a bed! Holy crap, a bed, a warm, dry bed. I'm in HEAVEN!


Books, magazines, and lounge chairs. A computer with net connection! A place to dry my stuff!


A friend for Hey Nonny Nonny. These rubber chickens are strung along the PCT and represent a secret symbol that you're in an OFFICIAL trail angel stop. Sweet.


And speaking of symbols, how's this for another sign that I'm in the right place? On the coffee table, a fire department patch with a Crater Whale on it. The lady of the house says that she's had that for years and let me have it. Bonus!
Did I ever write where the name Hey Nonny Nonny came from?

"Sigh no more, ladies sign no more
Men were deceivers ever - one foot in sea and one on shore,
to one thing constant never
So sigh not so, but let them go and be you blithe and bonny
Converting all your sounds of woe into hey nonny nonny."
From William Shakespeare's Much Ado About Nothing