Forty-five hundred miles on the odometer.
Broke in my new hiking boots.
Read two and a half books.
Stitched together dreams large and small.
Scared the hell out of myself.
So little time to post.
Such weak or nonexistent Internet signals.
I lost count of all the stars in the sky.
Living almost off the grid is great for the soul.
It’s not so great for blogging.
I have a few posts simmering.
I need to get caught up on life. (Mine and all of yours, too.)