It's more than twenty miles. It's thirty at least up a steep incline with switch-backs. I leave base camp early. I trek all day, stopping now and then to gather wild berries growing alongside the empty highway, to cool in the shade of a boulder or, once I gain altitude, beneath a pine. And then, … Continue reading And Solitude
I can't waste energy wondering if this is a dream, or trying to wake up, or calculating which path brought me here, because I am here, and I need to figure out what I will eat. A cooler sits beside some tables in my camp. I'm not sure if I trust the food inside. The … Continue reading A Crowded Path
I am here. I am alive. I think I am well.