Entry 97

Written 12:45pm Sunday, 14 June 2020:

I’m in some motel room putting stuff in my backpack. There’s a train of people walking through; they’re ready to go with their backpacks, but I’m still packing. I’m trying to pack detergent, one box almost empty is for machine washing, another box, still pretty full, is for hand washing laundry. A camino woman — steps out of the queue walking through the room, jokes about how I’m still not ready, offers to help. I tell her she can take the hand-washing laundry detergent, she declines. I decide to put the machine-wash detergent into the hand-wash detergent box which doesn’t close, so I worried it would spill inside the backpack, so I wrap it in clear plastic. When I was about to stuff it in the pack I see it’s almost full because there’s another backpack inside. I flatten the detergent box wrapped in plastic and try to stuff it behind the packed backpack. . . And then I see I’ve got another bigger backpack sitting on the floor, my REI pack. I started to doubt I can finish packing in time, started to realize I need to leave a bunch of things behind. I see there’s a woman that’s just joining the train of people. I thought I knew her but could only see her back and somewhat long black hair.