Where's Waldo?

I'm heading out to Buena Vista today to get a resupply box at the post office. I had tried not to sent these boxes to post offices because if I came through row on a Saturday or Sunday the chances were good that the place would be closed. That's what happened here. So I hike rift on by Saturday and Sunday and now , Monday I will back track with a ride for trail angel Gary Serra, Lawman. Low profile and low and slow will push on. I spend the night in another cheap moldy crappy hotel and eat bad Mexican food. There a health food store next door and I run into a couple ridge runners. People paid to hike all day and keep the other hikers out of trouble. They try to explain that there's been some bear trouble and part of the trail has been closed to camping. I don't know where I going well enlighten to decide if that affects me or not. There's a new kind of instant coffee in the store. A little cube. I decide to get a couple and see if it works or not. I also got a tiny bag of creol seasoning.
This fellow is Waldo. We keep crossing paths. He's carrying a plastic slide trombone with him and he wants to go to barber school after the trail. The two women he's been hiking with have gone off to Aqua blaze the Shenandoah s. They hook back up again in Harpers Ferry. 

81° Drizzle
5500 Mountain Pass Rd, Troutville, VA, United States