Mid-October Rain
By 3:00 AM, both of our rain flies failed, our hammocks were filling with water, our sleeping bags were soaked.
Feral hamsters in the crawlspace
My son and I make an annual pilgrimage to the Appalachian Trail in Kentucky’s Red River Gorge Geological Area. A meditation. A spiritual renewal.
I don’t know if he sees it that way. But, whatever.
By 3:00 AM, both of our rain flies failed, our hammocks were filling with water, our sleeping bags were soaked.
I woke on the train. I was in a hammock, on a ridge, on the Appalachian Trail. It had to be an hour before daybreak.