What The Sun Was Talking About
Drove to the end of the South Fork the other day to watch the sun go behind the mountains and make sure Cabin Creek was still there. It is. The South Fork is much better than the North Fork. I think it is because it has a dead end. The finality is impressive; it reminds me that there are still places where roads don’t go. It’s like hanging your toes off the edge of the earth. I’ve decided I’m going to live up there eventually.
Heineken from the can is not as bad as Luke claims.
New Years is coming up and I suppose a new decade too. No resolutions here, just more of the same. Have been doing more reading than writing lately, but I don’t worry about it too much. For some reason everything seems heavier these days, and more serious too. It’s becoming a chore to keep myself from thinking.
Worsted Wool 