In Quebec city

I guess I spoke too soon when I told you I wasn’t going to be able to see Avengers. Jury’s still out on whether or not I will wastefully spend money and go eat popcorn and stuff; but for the record, I have dropped south along the St. Lawrence River, and washed up in the oldest part of Quebec City.

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….

Yeeesh Maweesh

Yeeeesh. Slow going here, kids. At least it’s pretty. Look at it. These pictures were brought to you with much losing the trail, slogging through deep wet snow, being rained on, pack frame breaking, inflatable pad deflating forever, holes generating in…