cutting a [creative] path to those deep woods

At this point in my Vermont sojourn, my Long Trail journal starts to ricochet. My next entry is five days after I limped off the trail in Manchester, uncertain of my future; I then time-travel and describe the past. My diary continues this way for the duration. Alas,...
prayer wrapped in my father’s red bandana

prayer wrapped in my father’s red bandana

14 September 2015 — Day 6Solo backpacking the length of Vermont on the Long Trail So early the next morning I set off — first out of camp. My knee tied with Dad’s red bandanna. After thirty or forty minutes or so, Flagman caught up with me. “How’s...