We bailed, but as I plummeted myself through the highland of a grove to rehabilitate a beach short cut that would have shaved a off an hour of our walk was a huge mistake. As we blundered back through the mosquito infested and no seeums area when you hit the screen fence topped with barbed wire,who are they keeping out, I think my own mistake takes me back through the hell I have once been, again. Almost a metaphor for what’s to come
Every day is a new adventure and that makes the days long. A three day stay can feel like weeks. I’m only 2 months in a February is short month. I feel like I am living!!!
You can pack a ton, or 50lbs in a backpack, if you aren’t paying attention and starving from the 3 mile ride there. Loaded my backpack with the 5 lb bag of dog food, box of wine, 4 bags of nuts, hot sause, sausage, tea, box of milk… Didn’t seem like much till I hoisted it on my back, a little tossel here and there, steady… Holy shit! Don’t fall over. Oh and I did get a box of gs cookies on the way out. Too cute to pass up and they watched my bike.
I weeble wabbled my way back to camp using every muscle balancing and watching the back tire now seem…flat. Drudge, drudge, drudge the 3 miles back.