Day 115, mile 2,001 (76% of the trail)

Camped 20 miles from the road where I hitched into Sisters, Oregon. Dreadfully kitsch town, but I got to eat lots of fruit and drink soda. The motel didn't have my package. I asked them to forward it if they receive it tomorrow but I suspect that will fall through, in which case I'll have to buy a new set of merino baselayers in Portland (not too hard to get to from Cascade Locks). $100 shirt doe. I shared the motel room with Dirty B and Spoon Train. The debauchery they've gotten into since Campo is a side of the trail I haven't seen. We drank and mused on how many hikers have quit so far. He thinks around half have left, I think at least 20%. On the way out of the motel this morning I ran into Pineapple getting breakfast with her boyfriend, who's joining her on the trail. Offered them the rest of my bourbon, which they accepted. Not carrying that glass bottle, my titanium flask is full. My ride back to the trail hiked in 2000. He told me of the Washington storms. I'm wondering now how many days, if any, I'll spend in motels waiting out bad weather.