My legs and arms are torn up from moving around blackberry bushes at the second Alleycat Acres site.

I talk to my father every Sunday. I will see him before the next Sunday, for the first time in over a year.

Tori asked me today what we’ll be doing in Mane. Driving, I told her. And spending a lot of time in the woods. I still wish M was coming. I guess that means I’m tired.

I told a couple people today about going to camp in T5 R7, Maine. One of them wondered if it would be dehumanizing to live in a place that didn’t even have a real name. I don’t think so. The roads are closing in these days.