Waiting

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.

Making Friends in Pennsylvania

Quality, not quantity, dear readers.

Another Open Letter To You, My Dearest Mother

Hi, Mom. Now that I’m in Pennsylvania and it’s snowing on my face, I have a confession to make.

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

Don’t question my commitment, and I won’t stick a metal bucket over your head

That sounds like a fair trade to me.

Yet another trail update!

Like a slug, my bagels. That is me.

Mountains! Incredible. Northern Virginia, in November. Such great.

Much wow.

Oh noes. I have found a book.

This is why we never get anywhere

It is true! I am alive.

Are you not proud? Survival. What a wonderful existence we live in, my people.

So Totally Not Tiny

Not all things in the world are small or younger than us, dear Watson. Not all things.