Day 19: Finding Food

Food becoming in short supply, the Fool anxiously worked his way northwest on the trail. He hit the town of Whites Ferry, which was promised to have a shop to buy food and drink. He approached the store which was next to the only ferry crossing on the Potomac River. But he was disappointed to find out that the promised store was closed for the season! The crinkled sun-dyed paper sign in the window said "See you next year!!" and had a little drawing of a snowman waving. Thankfully, there was at least a pair of soda machines there ... and they actually worked. After passing more catfishermen on the trail, a growingly hungry Fool picked up the pace, trying to get to the next town of Point of Rocks. He was told that there was a restaurant right off the trail, called "Aroma House" where he could get a good hot meal. The WF was practically salivating when he saw the dim light of the small town ahead of him, like a small beacon in a large black abiss. But alas, the restaurant that was supposed to be open, was in fact, closed. There was just a liquor store there. "Open 265 days a year" the throaty cashier announced to the Fool as he showcased an array of wines and spirits... but no food.

With an empty stomach, the WF camped on the trail a few miles north of town. The wind was chilly as it swirled off the river and bouncing off the rock cliffs. He shakily set up his tent and ate the last of his kibble -- a small can of soup he cooked in an empty soda can and a few pieces of beef jerky. Yum!

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