Feeling a bit overwhelmed at the sheer amount of tactful negotiation and compromise lately. I used to have this book, I think I loaned to a girl I dated for a week and never got it back, about this adolescent from NY that went to northern Maine in search of his uncle. The uncle turns out to be this old hoot living in a cabin deep in the woods. Eventually the nephew learns that his uncle isn’t all backwoods and unlearnded, and chose to live that way consciously.

I keep thinking the day is coming sooner than later that I’ll need to retire to a farm or deep into the woods.

Back in Portland for a few days. Glad to see my friends here again. My heart is still elsewhere, and I’m a little confused by that. I may need another weekend spent entirely in my shop with no time spent talking to anyone about anything of depth. Of course, with it being cross season and all, I’m not going to get any weekends anytime soon.

Who wants to get into backpacking with me after cross season?