Rangeley, ME

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 drove

Mor pictchas

Maybe if I wasn’t so busy reading and sleeping, and eating things, I’d edit these and pretend to be a photographer human. Alas. Here’s a few more photos from November and October:

Derp derp derp derp derp

Alright, enough of this sentimental fluffle. Time for some plans.

Amanda picked me up last week from where the IAT crosses into Canada, where I was sitting, damp from the morning’s grey drizzle; making friends with folks in US Customs and Immigration…

Remembering gratitude

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

Well, alright, here is a blog post

Hum very well. I will tell you some more things!

Here we be, a-trekkin.

Dearest, darlingest family and popsicles,

Here we are again.

Me, writing to you in my journal and eating cinnamon toast. You, doing heaven knows what, and reading this.

Frozen waters and cold hands; or, Oh Maine, how I love thee…

Yay, the IAT in Maine is so wonderful

Hurgh, the trail.

Jiminy crickets, my people.

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.