St. Albans, VT, to Orford, Quebec

Hey, hooligans. Rain is falling again all over these hills, so instead of walking I am going to sit here and write to you. With coffee. I have a Pavlovian response to hot drinks, rain, and writing…

On solstice shenanigans

Jiminy crickets, what the heck are we doing out here in the wildernesses? This, Best Beloved. Only this.

Update no. 297 (hullo.)

Have you ever read Thoreau’s treatise on wild fruits? [NERD.] I have found it in…

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One of the things I often do as I walk north on this trail is hitch a ride into the small towns I pass. Sometimes I do it for the resupply, but often I’ll do it to find a piano, or for the chance to sit in a cafe, bar, or local diner, because both of these things mean you get to meet a lot of folks.

Ok… and the requisite 2000 mile post.

So perhaps we have done some of the thing.