home again?

hello all...i type this post from the eggplant colored couch in my very own living room in radford, va. i have been home for about three days now...has been a very surreal time. as i was coming across the grayson highlands i was attacked by a very rare breed of ankle-tendon-eating pony and it did exactly as its name implied and ate the tendon on the front of my ankle, a grevious injury that left me no choice but to continue to hike like an idiot for another 48 miles, yes that's 48 miles, until i became largely incapacitated and had to hitch to the nearest town. since i was so near home i decided to come home to recover...will hike out tomorrow morning.

my smelly hiker friends have joined me here in radford since yesterday; they took a zero day today and have since deemed dad's house "miss becka's hostel." we are currently sitting all around the living room....just put my new hendrix album into the DVD player and "red house" is filling the room with guitar-infused luxury...the floor is littered with wal-mart bags full of tortillas and instant oatmeal packets, stove fuel and duct tape, the products of our late night wal-mart resupply run. stephanie has been hanging out with us for the last two nights...she fits right in with the hikers, besides the fact she is wearing deoderant and has been showering with predictable frequency. it is beautiful to see her. i apologize to anyone else who is in the area....it has been a crazy last couple of days, as strange as that sounds, and i haven't had a chance to attempt to catch up with many.

i understand that, apparently, my birthday is coming up sometime this month and, apparently, some people are interested in mailing me something or another (i prefer cash). i want to be able to make a prediction about my whereabouts during that time...but i just swear to god i have no idea where i'm going to be. i'm such a horrible planner. how about this...if you really find it necessary to send me something, just send it to dad's house unless i post something in a few days with a more defined plan. i still feel like i'm just wandering around in the woods with some crap in a bag on my back...i have yet to become a stream-lined, cool hiker who knows what's what. somehow i doubt i ever will. dad's address is:

2308 8th street
radford, va 24141

the surround sound of the television speakers is intoxicating. these people are intoxicating. this life is intoxicating. but you know all of that. i hope this update finds you happy and at peace with your surroundings. i reccomend a walk in the woods to cure your any pain you may have, or just to discover your soul, because i know those can get lost sometimes.

i love you so much

CONSIDERING THIS NEW TRAIL NAME!
--tomato gravy