A good day depends of an early hitch from Quincy to the trailhead. It’s Saturday and people are weird on the weekends. As I walk to the corner for the road to the trail, I call Patti. It is 6am here but 9am back home in Florida. When I turn up the road to the […]
Quincy
Quincy
Last night I settled in among the festival folk. Turns out that it was an electronic dance music festival. I referred to these folks as stoners before. That wasn’t really fair. The folks I camped with were named Matthew and Sean. They were super nice and offered me some of whatever they had. I took […]
