It was very, very windy at the top of the mountain. I could not find that fucking dog anywhere. I was blowing the dog whistle constantly. I was going to have to return down the trail with no dog. How would I explain to the lovely family who were housing Margaret and I that we had lost their dog? I was asking myself all these questions when the damn dog appeared, behind me somehow, ready to head for home. I put her on the leash and triumphantly walked back to our hosts. For dinner: Curried Cauliflower. Pakorda of onion, potato, carrot. Jasmine rice. Falafels. Elderberry Wine. After dinner: Whisky, Guiness, Scottish Folk music. I crawled up to the attic to sleep and to digest three days' bizarre combination of food. Margaret stayed downstairs with the husband and wife and their madolines, harmonicas, and flutes.
Couchsurfing.com is a wonderful site that allows you to create a profile, and then to send that profile to a fellow couchsurfing site member in an area that you want to visit. If they like you, you can stay with them, for free, for up to two nights. Margaret and I found the greatest family on the planet, I recommend that you check it out.