As I talked to the motel owner, I learned he roasted the coffee there. He also sold one-pound packages of freshly-roasted beans.
That gave me an idea. “Do you ever ship your coffee?” I asked him. He told me he often ships coffee, so I paid him to send a pound to my wife.
There wasn’t a lot I could do for her while I was on the trail, but with her birthday coming up soon, this seemed like a present she would enjoy.
When I left the motel to walk back to the trail, I stopped first at the post office, which happened to be next door. I mailed from there a birthday card to my wife. I used the stamp I was given by the motel owner in Bennington.