Well… It appears I am on vacation, my delightful scallions. One of the horrible things about traipsing through the woods with no income is that, eventually, you must come to a stop to get money in order to feed your face.

Thine Sweet Hills, O Maryland

That could be a song. I wrote a song in my head, for Maryland, when I was inside it. Unfortunately for us all, Maryland on the AT consists of 41 miles and one hill, and it was too cold. I wrote nothing, and now I have forgotten everything. Besides, the hill was really hard to…