Back for now
I saw with my own eyes where I needed to go next — after food and sleep. I had missed the scheduled lunch by a few hours and ran out of water before finishing my hike. I backtracked to Tuscarora where nobody seemed to notice I’d been gone. And that was probably best. I sat down in my camp-chair, sandwich in one hand, pen in the other, and began to record what I’d seen. Tomorrow would be another story.