Tag Archives: winter
Dear humans and crustaceans,
Look at these cool rocks I found. Ok, fine. Really I’m just trying to distract you, because I’ve been procrastinating for about a week and a half on writing this story. It is important (I think) when you’re creating a thing, like writing or music…
This is the French word for birch.
The actual top of Mt. Carleton, and other photos
Fine, alright. Here’s what Mt. Carleton looked like the next morning:
This is the top of New Brunswick
First please, we should establish that probably the only reason I like winter hiking is because I forget how cold it is during the winter. Second, I forget because I am dumb. Third…
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…
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