(Daily Mi: 10.6) Nice fast short hike to the roadhead this a.m.

Bumped into Jiffy geurilla camped in reeds about .25 miles past the trail to the shelter.

Heard a voice calling my name as I passed: Faceless. Faceless.

He was just waking up, but said he would see me in town

Did the last couple of miles to the road with a recently married thru hiking couple (the Honeymooners) out of Alaska.

Was funny because I tripped right as I caught up to them and commented that I had almost lost my face. The Him Honeymooner commented that there already was a Faceless on the Trail. And, surprised, I said: I am He. Turned out they had met Choo Choo back in CT and then seen me in the registers.

Also turned out the Him Honeymooner had also grown grieviously ill after meeting up with Typhoid Viking, and was just returning to hiking after spending two full sick days running a fever in a tent near Statton Pond.

We hiked hard and fast, gassed on endorphins gabbing about life. Funny how you can walk with folks for twenty minutes and become the best and oldest friends ever.

Waited for Choo Choo to catch a ride to the P.0. (about 14 miles off trail) Caught a ride very quickly from a nice local woman who provided a nice Vermont moment when I commented it looked like the weather was turning.

"Darn it," she said, "I told my husband to bring the hay this morning, but he just had to go and play polo."

Scored some chlorine dioxide at the EMS in town -- allowing me to send my 1 1/2 lbs. filter home. Took a room at a hiker friendly boarding house. Showered. Did some laundry. Bumped into Stout and Marine and Spyder in town. Ate pizza with Choo Choo and Jiffy.