From the majik year 2003, back when I was young and backpacked all summer:

Sunday 7-13-03

A postmodern life.

Brooks babble in SQL

Foibles. fobbles, fubbles, enfoible, befoible,

follify, follyman, follymonger, defolliate,

follying, follier, folliest, refollify.

Retrospire, despire, misspire

Frog diplomacy, frog love, toadage.

I think a bird is alternating keys.

A 2-bar phrase, taking it up a fifth?

Mon 7-14-03

Today's theme: Broken (camera, diet, resolve, etc.)

This week, am I simply throwing myself at the mountains just to escape the city.

8pm Moss Pond - Doodlebugs, barflugias, foolish little circling flies.

Bird song - Questioning, changing volume, changing attitude, reversing phrases; communicating.

Little things bite and itch, nothing major.

Twilight, when changing light excites our chromatics, our light perception, hunger, our need for darkness.

No bushwhacking after 8pm.

AT ThruHikers have mechanistic notions, their goals must be Maine or Georgia.

They clink down the AT with 2 poles like mechanical spider from Johnny Quest.

Tribes send their young men out to the woods to "look for their vision", or as we would say, live out their psychosis.

My water source is Bear Wiz Creek.

Tues 7-15-03

Woodpeckers working their way up a tree, like Canada geese working across a lawn, looking for bits of food.

There's 3 together on one tree by Gentian Pond. I don't know species or genus. Bluejay-sized. Debris falls.

Smoking rhymes with coffee drinking.

Worrying rhymes with ignoring.

Anxiety tics rhymes with running away.

At the stream, this place is mine for now.

The stream is clothed in filters, gravel and moss.

Decaying leaf, doodlebugs, and mud.

I'm walking it to Wocket Ledge, the edge.

Staying high on the plateau today.

Hike but not exhaust, to the perspective.

Moss Pond - a little snake, dragonflies, pollywogs.

Not enough coffee to satisfy physical dependency.

A great boon and benefit I don't see as such.

Already thinking of first Dunkin Donuts

Ice coffee, probably the pseudo-hazelnut.

Tomorrow morning, it will help me descend boring

Austin Brook Tr., which is a timber road still

maintenanced. This is not as isolated as those boutique Wilderness Areas, Great Gulf and Pemi.

So many of the living trees have exposed roots.

Action of water on thin soils, where trees anchor on rock or rocks.

I attract flies at every step. New ones, I hope.

This is my softcore nature walk. I've already observed my furies so they need not follow.

Grass grows up here in distinct clumps, but sometimes there are stands, and it is lawn to me, to us.

I'm not crazy about the platforms at G. Pond.

Some flies like that I take my boots + socks off.

O yes, there is inexhaustible beauty for the eyes that can see it.

Silvery slivery sunned cobwebs.

Fluttery greenery, graceful woods, blue skies.

I'm walking through the woods like Thoreau, except I'm not thorough, I never do the whole 9 yards, I'm a "3-yards and a cloud of dust" performer.

Above Wocket Ledge - A dragonfly!

Bravo for things that can cling to an open summit.

In the swirl of my absurdity, sometimes I hit upon a pleasing novel insight. You can hike barefoot!

I took my water from a streampool with a frog looking out at me.

At Dream Lake I had a close encounter of the moose kind, a big female was taking a bath in the center. My camera is not working.

I can't totally hate my trips, because I always see new things.

Tuesday, 7:37PM - One last time to Moss Pond, a mere 25 minutes from my tentsite but guaranteed isolated.

Where the dragonflies and doodlebugs play. Dragonflies patrol the shoreline.

This is a real Craig trip, dreadfull, amusing, schizophrenic depressed whimsy.

'Because I can' may be an irresponsible reason.

I'm not hearing SQL on the wind anymore.

Not a lot of writing, story ideas, tales, pr rather not what I might have hoped.

It's not quiet - there is a white noise of mixed insect hum and buzz.

What is the mysterious ticking sound?

At Moss Pond there is a big cliff behind, and the Pond shore is a converted talus pile, trees on rock, holes between rocks, cascading duff and moss.

I'm too noisy to be a good nature watcher.

Now, at 8:20PM, at last I discovered the flat sitting rock the situation required.