Date: 2005-12-30
From: Home!

To: New Hampshire
Miles today: 0.0

So! I stayed in NYC for three weeks and went home on an Amtrak, Nike clad with a satin coat. Felt like a traitor. Lazed around all winter, helped my aunt, made some cash, went to Columbus to see my sister, moved to WV with my best friend, drank a lotta Chambord and wine. Went to Trail Days, met Roman Around, Greenman, Fireball, Burn... Saw a buncha 04 crew, hung out with Boo Boo and Gaul. Went down to Beauty Spot afterwards and did trailmagic with Jester for a week, got a nice tan. Ate lotsa hot dogs. Went up to Miss Janets, up to Watuga Lake and did trailmagic, met some locals, went out on the lake in a kayak in a thunderstorm. Went to the Mariott the next day after breakfast at Cracker Barrel, with Burn. Down to Miss J's, up to Atkins in the back of Jay's truck with Roman shotgun. Drank Jack Daniels out of a Nalgene with a straw. Hiked out SOBO mid afternoon. Got drunk and had a fire in a nice little cove down by the river. Raised hell in Partnership, fled the scene only to return with Pigbear and Crazy Horse. But kept on in the morning, to catch our new hiking partner, Bocephus, and Roman. Made a fire and mushroom half-moons with cajun seasoning. Ate like queens. So this is how everyday was until Bo fell in the fire at Hoppy and Birdie's from T'Killya. So we were going all crazy all the way down to Greasy Creek, until a NOBO showed up like "Bo's waiting with beer and burgers" so we start hikin real fast and I get there first and there aren't anymore and I'm pissed. And then Roman comes and says Goldie hurt her ankle we gotta go get her" so I carry her pack back all sad and we hike to GCF the next morn and she stays with Bo while Roman and I hike to Beauty Spot and meet Jay, who comes bearing beer and Coke and pizza. And we go to Miss J's and go get his van and Bo is there and we all drive to GCF to pick up Ms. Goldie and she lays on Miss J's couch til her and Roman go down to Juliette GA to buy a house and get jobs again. Me? I met Fireball up in the Shenandoahs and went to HF for the 4th of July and met Eagle and Aviator, and went to Eagle's farm in MD, had a huge ass bonfire and got wasted, don't remember singing or looking at smut, just remember standing in his living room with him with a tension between us as we hugged. The next night was better... went offroading and mowed the fields, pulled weeds, made dinner, ate scrapple, smoked, drank, and smoked s'more, and stayed with his mom and dad and sister and went to the beach and took an Amtrak home after I got homesick.   He wanted me to hike in PA with them, but I met him up atop the mountain in VT, and hiked to Atwell Hill Rd. with him, to an intentional community.... where I now reside.The place is called Dancing Bones, the people are allright- we're all learning. I'm trying to get everyone to be more eco-conscience but they're all about circle dancing and 'non-violent communication'. So I meet Ryan aka Mountain Goat, and he works for the Forest Service and worked on Washington as an observer and currently caretakes up on Mt Adams for the Randolph Mtn. Club and we did trailwork... Life is good, up in the middle of nowhere, amidst the white pines and yellow birch. I worked at the Vermont Wilderness School as head chef and made enough to last me till March, so I can hibernate. I came home for Christmas with Ryan (he went home for the Eve and Day) so I don't know how I'll get back, but I plan to leave tomorrow for New Year's up at the cabin, Grey Knob, where he caretakes. I always have faith, and where there's a will there's a way.                     Peace and Joy