My grandparents lived on the trail. They would bring the hikers in and cook them dinner and let them take showers. It was a different time back then, but I remember sharing Sunday dinner with a lot of strangers.
They didn’t sleep inside, they camped out in the fields. They were all super chill about everything, and if there was ever a problem with any of them, I never heard about it.
My grandparents lived on the trail. They would bring the hikers in and cook them dinner and let them take showers. It was a different time back then, but I remember sharing Sunday dinner with a lot of strangers.
Yep, trail magic is real magic. Just humans being good to each other.
What an incredible experience that must have been.
That sounds so cool, but I wouldn’t want to house a lot of strangers in my home and I also wouldn’t want to sleep in random strangers’ houses.
They didn’t sleep inside, they camped out in the fields. They were all super chill about everything, and if there was ever a problem with any of them, I never heard about it.