Groenlandia

Kalaallit Nunaat?!?

Brightness, 2.0.

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…

On Brightness

Bouleau.

This is the French word for birch.

PARTY PARTY

LICHEN PARTY

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

Hey, hooligans.

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