at nine forty seven in the morning, my bearings are off. i’m hiking downhill. i’m hiking in a southerly direction. i’m hiking down a river drainage. those fit and seemed to be the good news. as i looked back from my map, to my surroundings, to my compass, to my map, the mountains were all wrong. i had jagged peaks on my left and nice sloping hills on my right.
Wakey wakey
by Slowboat BlackwellCowboy camping above 13000 feet.
Worst night of sleep on the trail.
One of the best sunrises of my life.
i’ll tell you the worst thing about mosquitoes.
by Slowboat Blackwelli had a plan once; it started in new jersey. i’d been hiking and i got swarmed (my thought at the time) by mosquitoes. i would swat them by the handful and leave the carcasses smeared on my skin. like a scarecrow, or when ranchers hang dead coyotes in front of their fences, i figured seeing their dead cousins would be the deterrent of all deterrents.
Livin’ on a Prayer – Bon Jovi.
by Slowboat Blackwellwhat we’ve got is a trip that started years ago. it started with a camera. a camera worth a thousand words. (and camera bag could tell some good stories too.)
