Musings from the wilderness… Part 9
Early rising Every morning when I wake up to start the day, I raise my hands to the sky, shaking them with disgust when I ask, “Why is it still dark outside?” Until I remember
Musings from the wilderness… Part 1
Here I am, in the middle of the forest in West Connecticut, in a tent on a hot humid night and I can hear the sound of the torrential rain hitting the plastic of the