The Young's
I went by the Young's to bring Charlie a sunflower he wanted the other day when visiting in my garden. The birds had done a job on it. One had sat on the edge of the flower and leaning over it looked like it had plucked the seeds from the flower and cracked them open, leaving the shells on the ridge of the flower. Half of the sunflower seeds had been eaten.
I read tcreason's blog, too. These are thru-hikers that I met on the PCT by Clackamas Lake. Heidi's entry absolutely scared me. Coldness, height and navigation. And yet, it started me wandering again, in my imagination. Not on the CDT! Ever.
I started living in Blue the beginning of August. Getting the kinks out, tying everything down, finding space. Order and personal hygiene are under control and I am working on a project, a shield for the wind around my little cook stove so as I can have my vegetables every day. I am still washing my clothes at Olivia's. I pull in at a park every day to organize the things in my cab. I am collecting areas to park at night where I won't frighten the neighborhood. I have my cab light tight, so I can shine a light in the cab and no one can tell from the outside that I am inside.
I am working hard on Worksource grant money. And just about have only one more requirement before I meet with an adviser on the 28th. Get the money or not I will be glad when it is over.
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