Briefly…

Hey!

You exist. Look at these cows.

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Ok. No good internet. No cows.

Evenings on the St. Lawrence

Ya, good proteome

Somewhere in Orford…

Here we are. You, reading this and doing whatever it is you do. Me. Lying in my bivvy, listening to the mosquito horde about 6 inches from my face thirsting for my blood…

Huzzah vacay in the Green Mountains

Hey y’all,

Just a quick update on where things are at. I’ve mashed my noggin full of books and things, gotten my maps, washed my socks, recharged all my batteries, and…

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…

Dropping south! Going north! Such adventure.

Hi hooligans,

This is the dream.

I have been gainfully unemployed for almost 23 months. The teacher in me is distressed at this. I miss my former students, despite my unwelcome ability to make horrible mistakes in class that probably scarred us all forever.

Part 4: I meet a human, but can’t hike with them

Dear people, readers of mine bloggen,

Every time I get grumpy, I burn my bread. It partially happened again, today. It’s like training a puppy, except it’s the universe….

Brightness, 2.12.

Mmk. Food is in my stomach. We continue. Here are two important pieces of background information, one involving winter hiking, and the other about Quebec trails.

Now, at the risk of making you nervous, I am going to say that snowshoeing on top of streams…

Brightness, 2.0.

Dear humans and crustaceans,

Look at these cool rocks I found. Ok, fine. Really I’m just trying to distract you, because I’ve been procrastinating for about a week and a half on writing this story. It is important (I think) when you’re creating a thing, like writing or music…

Some music.

Here’s a tiny piece of the trail, in piano.