Pictured Rocks, day two
Well that felt like a long trip. A little over two weeks away with four days of backpacking without kids in the middle of it. In woods with barely any internets for 14 days or so, you don't miss internets. And you don't miss tv, though staying somewhere that had cable during the big Tour de France stages was nice.It's weird coming home after two weeks away. The house feels like it has been up to something, but it won't say what.
The last thing I read last night was Kenneth Koch's poem "The Boiling Water," which starts: "A serious moment for the water is when it boils." It's just the craziest thing and I can't stop thinking about it.
Lots of pictures coming soon.
3 comments:
Damn you and your water quote...my head has been boiling with it all day.
LOVE, DAVID
I know, I know.
But those stories of yours about Misty and the pickpocket are so hilarious I don't know where to start.
Ah, solitude. You have to love encountering moments where you realize just how far away from "everything" you temporarily are. You can't beat that. I can barely remember what that's even like...
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