Love in a time of uncertainty

This one is really long
I am sorry
so sorry

Whooop dee doooo

Dear readers,

I just finished walking nine hundred miles through Quebec, from near the end of the Long Trail in Vermont, up to Forillon National Park.

Coolest bear claws

yep. zehr cool.

Late morning reflections, with corvids.

[trail writings, recorded in my science logs sometime in November?? 2017, from a cliff in northern Virginia]

Sweet Texas BBQ, is this warmth???

Hooligans.

Happy Christmas, Hanukkah, winter solstice, happy new year to all your faces. The days are getting longer again.

Ohhh Canada

Dear Hooligans,

Canada is great. At first, I was expecting the igloos to be very cold; but as it turns out, the Canadians have a good thing going up here. Who knew ice houses could be so warm??

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…

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.

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.

Sailing awayyyy

This is what you get.