Late morning reflections, with corvids.

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

Another Open Letter To You, My Dearest Mother

Hi, Mom. Now that I’m in Pennsylvania and it’s snowing on my face, I have a confession to make.

Don’t question my commitment, and I won’t stick a metal bucket over your head

That sounds like a fair trade to me.

Yet another trail update!

Like a slug, my bagels. That is me.

Mountains! Incredible. Northern Virginia, in November. Such great.

Much wow.

It is true! I am alive.

Are you not proud? Survival. What a wonderful existence we live in, my people.

The most wee.

I Could’ve Been An Accountant

Missed opportunities, amirite

Damascus, shmamascus.

Well, here I am, eating food in Virginia. I have walked from Alabama to Virginia. Wow.