Let us take a moment to bow our heads in sympathy for the Treasure Hunter.
We commend two of his toenails to the Trail tonight.
After 460 miles of commendable service, and a hot soak in his Aunt Jinkie’s wash tub in Woodstock, Vermont, they have surrendered themselves to be finally detached from their beds. Nail beds, that is.
After weeks of rubbing against his boots, the pinky toe yielded.
The biggest toe gave great struggle and pain as it clung on for weeks but was eventually pulled away….
(I accidentally kicked it when we were sleeping last night. Sorry!!)
And now only the bare bed remains.
Rest in peace toenails. You fought the good fight.