'Hermit Doug'

Hermit Doug

 Last night while setting up camp, 'Hermit Doug,' a self-described Catholic monk and hermit, suddenly appeared and invited us to see his garden and shelter.

 He truly lives in the middle of nowhere! He engaged us in conversation, mostly about religion. We had coffee with him in the morning and he gave us St. Benedict medals, the patron saint of safe hiking. I would have guessed St. Christopher!

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