Travel Blogs from Thunder Bay
... generation of trees. We cut them down and burn them for heat, pulp them into paper, or build shelters and picnic tables from them.
I realize that every part of a tree is love. And I’m surrounded by trees. Surrounded by love.
I fall into the best sleep I’ve had on the trip so far.
Graffiti in the loo: The cairn killer is back, only this time there’s an addendum. “2008: Finally got laid. Don’t care about cairns ...
... into camp a short time later. They hadn’t heard the whistle, but Hank had ditched his pack and followed us, then gone back to Mike to let him know the campground was ahead.
I take off my boots and grab the Dirty water bag. Padding across the soft pine needles toward the water, barefoot, I worry about ringworm or other fungal diseases you can get on your feet. I almost step on a dead mouse in the trail. I am overheating, and all I want to do is cool myself down by wading ...