Best humans, Here we are. You: reading this. Me, sitting in my car. Moments away from driving back to mundane life boats, where I’m under contract to work until October 8th. I got off work at noon yesterday, then traipsed back home for food (and boaty companionship)… Then, driven by who knows what, I droveContinue reading “Rangeley, ME”
Tag Archives: Appalachian Trail
About the Jesse Lewis Choose Love movement
Hanover, New Hampshire.
It has no hostels, but the trail runs right across the beautiful town, passing their college green and eventually meandering up behind the baseball fields to a shelter a short ways north. I don’t remember how long they’ve been doing it for, but the people who live there…
Types of Appalachian Trail Hikes: a how-to guide
It’s nearly springtime. The larks are almost…
Frozen waters and cold hands; or, Oh Maine, how I love thee…
Yay, the IAT in Maine is so wonderful
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.
MRSA MRSA me
So this is a horrible way to get into what has truly been a delightful (more or less) span of time since I last wrote you. Ok…. So maybe I ended up in the ER.
About Time (part 2.058)
To my dearest people, I am in a rocking chair on the porch at the Caratunk House Bed and Breakfast, compulsively tipping back and forth, and not paying enough attention to this chess game. I am not a sore loser. (Ahaha that is not true. I definitely am. I hate losing, and I definitely resentContinue reading “About Time (part 2.058)”
I wasn’t going to write you again so soon… But here I am with my Portland-brewed coffee porter in my hand, and my stomach full of a Patriot Meal ™, sitting clean and warm and dry on the carpet of this fine, wonderful hostel like a small torpid mushroom. I don’t actually remember what torpidContinue reading “About time.”
Update no. 1600
I am eating eggs with chicken and bacon in a tortilla as I write this to y’all, and sitting crosslegged with my down sleeping bag over my lap, which my knee does not like because it has become angry at the mountains in New Hampshire. It is odd; because the others are figuring out whatContinue reading “Update no. 1600”
On solstice shenanigans
Jiminy crickets, what the heck are we doing out here in the wildernesses? This, Best Beloved. Only this.