I am getting spoiled rotten

Day 84, Mile 1377.7---Today i awoke to find that i was still alive. Despite waking up a few times during the night thinking there might be, there was no bear. I hiked the 8 miles to Old Station and i found along the way that i had just enough water to get me all the way here without having to stop and fill up. Picked up my package at the PO and soon after got a ride to the house of the Heitman's. They are the local trail angels, and their place is sweet, awesome, amazing, good. I ate through half of my resupply box throughout the afternoon, but it was OK cause the parentos over did it a little. Got another shower (2nd day in a row...whaaaaat) and washed my clothes, also read an article on BillyGoat and the PCT. We had a communal dinner in the works and everybody pitched in to some degree. I churned the homemade ice cream. It was the most work my arms have seen on the trail, i hope i am sore tomorrow. Dinner was fantastic and very filling. The ice cream i labored over was delicious. It was made with half a liter of Squirt, half a liter of Green Tea Ginger Ale, and two cans of sweetened condensed milk. I had no idea that would turn into ice cream in the maker, but it did, and it was good. After dinner i went into the kitchen to help wash dishes. Turns out that they are very green around here and they re-use their ziplock bags. So my job was to wash out the ziplock bags with soap and hot water and then hang them out to dry. Have you ever tried washing Sloppy Joe grease out of a gallon ziplock bag? Don't try, it doesn't go well. By the time i was finished (as good as they were gonna get anyway) my hands were both pruned and moisturized with grease. They smell good though. Anyway the rest of the night folks played music and talked. I called mí madre and ended up getting an update on Max. Turns out he is back at the parents house. Trail life wasn't for him; he has got bandaged feet and an antibiotics schedule now. I am sure he will be back in good form soon in their care, and with Leo(their other dog) taunting him daily. Alright its late, i gotta hit the sack so i can wake up in time for french toast... yeah its sooo tough out here. Thought of the day; its a small world on a big planet. Song of the day; sittin on the dawk uh the bayyyy wahatchin the tiihehide rolllll awayyyay - somebody. Craving of the day; Rice Krispy treats with either a layer through the middle of fresh mango, or chopped up bits of dried(the good kind from Costco) or fresh maybe cut up and folded into the mix before its put in the pan to set.

JWC on the PCT