8.29.00

It must be stated that DSL service ends Thursday and the computer turned off, disconnected, tomorrow night. No worries: DSL rejoined on September 18 (they inform). Moved. Again and finally, moved. (And what laborious task it will be -- it has been). Over the weekend clouds parted to make way for spry and later tired feet along a docile stretch of the north fork of the Dosewallips river trail between its origin and its juncture with Deception Creek. A journey made for initiating a new, 3-person tent between two friends. At times along the trail conversation superseded the sound of the cadence of feet on black earth, but most of the time it was just the feet rhythmically working themselves into the silence of the old forest. Members of the old forest move deliberately and with the wisdom of knowing what is worth getting worked up about, minding gently the hiker-children underfoot. In the end, a thought and perhaps collaborative conversation deemed the journey efficacious and, for one at least, a feeling of being loved despite. Good night.

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