Sept. 25 - Too Soused

Judd hasn't been sending diary entries but since he has such good cell service he's been texting almost daily (and playing Words with Friends with me almost daily. Maybe that's distracting him from blogging. ) Here's what he says:

Friday 10:12am
Maybe rain for me tonight. One more night until I get to box 2. Twisted my ankle. Need a night to ice in town. Today is crappy. 

I reply that the day is crappy and lament all the hours and ways I had been delayed in airports: no plane at Logan because of rain in Chicago; then the plane comes but we're down one steward because he injured his wrist "during turbulence" on the last flight; then I missed stand-by in O'Hara because a stewardess bumped me by one... I ask if Judd has an ace wrap. He replies:

Friday 4:58 pm
Just got into the spiritual center ball fields. There's a pavillion of sorts--porta potties and A SHOWER! Cold water of course but struggling all day so I jumped in. 

 I ask how the ankle is. He says:

I think the spirit here moves in a Catholic direction. I'm avoiding 'the lodge.' I'm going to try and set up a day to slack pack. It seems to behave after it gets loosened up. Still sore. My hip seizes up. I have to figure out what that's all about. Crap. I need a different body. 

I suggest yoga and a hot tub might help.

Chance of rain tonight so I set up my hammock in the pavilion. Have to get to the post office in Fort Montgomery before noon if I want my box at the PO. THSTS ON THE HUDSON FREAKING RIVER, tonight I"m at mile 778.4 from Katahdin.  (If you were keeping track on the AT guide.)

I ask if the ankle has been faith heeled [sic]

No --got another bag of ice over in the cafeteria and filled the waste basket with cold water from the shower across the hall.

And is the music good inter-abominational ?? [sic]

FathaGoose vs Goody Two Shoes:

If I add a D this would end with 'Too Soused'