…and THIS IS NOW MY FAVORITE PICTURE AND my family did not appreciate it properly so now I must share it with you.
THIS IS ALL. BEE.
Edit: yeah alright still walking hold your horses calmdown. Keep being awesome, humans. You’re so excellent.
And then after the picture, I got up from the piles of driftwood I was leaning against. Truly I had been afraid they were full of sand flies; but they were not. Huzzahs all around. The people behind me were sitting on a bench, possibly thinking thoughts about weird people wearing scraggly clothes who stick their faces into bee-bearing bushes.
So it goes.
Then I went over and sat on one of those wooden bench chairs they have in the parks that all these teeny Quebec towns have built. I get to stroll along the edge of the St. Lawrence for HUNDREDS OF MILES. It is widening, but you can still see the Laurentides across the river in vast blue-tinged spans, unless of course it is storming like yesterday
…then you wake up at midnight in the middle of a puddle, muttering terrible things loudly, because now your bivvy leaks. At least you have found out in this way, and not accidentally in the middle of an… wait…. an unrelenting thundersto- wait… at midnight.
Well, at least it was not hailing. At least that. At least no lightning strikes or tornadoes or earthquakes in the general vicinity alright excellent things very good moving on.
I went to mass this morning like a good human, and to make up for all the horrible things I said last night. Then I spent the day reading, typing madly correspondences on my excessive bluetooth keyboard, eating some foods, and reading, and
Humans are excellent; if they are interesting, I sit with them and make them say things to me. This leads to things like walking by a house where people shout, “HEY. Want some water… or ice cream?” and then playing board games until midnight and learning the words for useful things like “draw a card” and “put your token here” and “just trust me.” I lost terribly.
Also, woods are excellent. If they exist, sometimes I sit in them and then suddenly the day is gone
and here we are. Still woodsing. Mere yards away from whence we first began walking, ALAS. Alas.
aNYWA- hem anyways. Be good. Do great things. I have to find a job to pay for my culinary extravagances on this section of trail, because hooligans walking by restaurants is terrifying and dangerous and unsustainable.
Unsustainable, I say.
This is the worst post-publishing edit I have ever done.
Love, get off your phone and go play a board game with someone, or go outside and dance in that midnight thunderstorm for me because I definitely curled into a small ball, and it was as if I wept, the tiny drips falling down the interior of my bivvy into the puddle in the center of my sleeping mat, ohjiminyIamsosadjustthinkingaboutit, argh, argh, argh,