Remembering gratitude

“I will feed your face, like I feed your soul.” -just quoted at me by Amanda-my-new-blood-sister

Reflections: circumnavigating the North Atlantic basin, and other wee things

It’s 11:30pm. Way past bedtime, but I’m packing my things for tomorrow: I’ll start wending my way north from here in Connecticut early tomorrow morning. It is good to be healing, and staph free.

An open letter to smallest brotherski

You’re my favorite sibling. Promise.

I made some pictures

Someday I will tell you of them because you are wonderful. Someday. When it is raining or I am tired of hiking for a little, which is perhaps soon but not now. In the meantime, here are some pictures for your face.

Local News

One of the things I often do as I walk north on this trail is hitch a ride into the small towns I pass. Sometimes I do it for the resupply, but often I’ll do it to find a piano, or for the chance to sit in a cafe, bar, or local diner, because both of these things mean you get to meet a lot of folks.

Tree.

this is a tree.

Blue Dollies and Pink Blazes

Dear Ma,

Lots of people ask about you round here. I come in outta the woods, and they say things like, “Your momma know you’re out here by yourself,” and, “Your momma ok with you travellin’ around like this?” Then I say things like, “What momma don’t know won’t hurt.”

Maps on maps

a la Richard Anderson and Don Hudson.

Here is a story about my name.

You might sit down. There’s a story behind every name, yours and mine; and here’s a part of it I think you ought to know.

Branches on the Trail: An AT choose-your-own-adventure

So maybe your path is usually clear. Maybe you pay attention to the ground while you walk. Maybe you have fewer problems than I do. …Maybe not?