My gracious friend Susannah let me stay at her house for the past three weeks while she was back home in the States. It was nice to have a house to live in for a while and I’m very grateful to her. She came back today, and although I’m sure she would have let me continue to stay in the guest room, I decided it was time to get out for a while.
So here I am back in the mountains in my hammock. It’s getting quite chilly as autumn rolls into full swing. I love this weather—the exuberance that comes with the crisp air, the strains of nostalgic longing for life and warmth and friendship that appear with the first hints of death, the site of my own breath that tells me I live.
It must be about 10 C now. I’m interested to see if my sleeping bag, wrapped around the hammock will keep me warm enough tonight, or if I’ll need to also throw a sleeping pad and other blankets in with me. This is a good beginning test for winter camping. Well, my nose is chilling and the warmth of down is calling, so it’s time to burrow into my bag. G’night.