It didn’t play out like I’d planned. 2 am phone interviews across the ocean didn’t materialize into jobs. Floridians weren’t clamoring for a chance to host my therapizing. Job searches through one travel agency, then two, then four, turned up promising prospects that filled before my resume crossed the table. I’d planned to embark on…
Reds, yellows, greens, and all shades between blur past the tempered glass windows by the backseat of the Chevy passenger van. I keep dodging a swinging sock wielded by a nearly-six-year-old who answers most questions with a raised-eyebrow "tchya", and continue to hunt in vain for a comfortable position for my cramped legs. Nine bodies…
I've spent the past week in recovery from daily hiking. Recovery activities have included laundry (in a MACHINE!!); short jaunts of exploration by foot (couldn't quit cold turkey, of course); strapping myself into metal tubes with strangers for stretches (contradictory verbiage) of 3 to 8 hours over the course of a 31-hour day; and thoroughly…
