(And yes, that is me in the photo, inside my shelter.)
This is an edited, extensive rework of a post I shared on my sister’s website, back in late October, 2010. As I have mentioned in this ongoing series, I would handwrite each blog post, photograph it on my trusty pre-smartphone, and send it to her to then transcribe, edit and post.
For those of you who aren’t following my daily Notes from that time, or haven’t signed up to receive the weekly compilations of these, in short, I left behind my life in the city, travelled north, and walked out into the woods. I would stay out there from late summer, through all of autumn, into winter, alone but for the wildlife, slowly becoming a part of a fascinating natural whole.
That story is available at the A Fall in Time section of my Substack. (If you are already a subscriber and wish to receive these weekly emails, simply head to this link and select A Fall In Time under the Notifications list. If you are not a subscriber, simply hit subscribe!)
This tale—the one you are reading now—took place just after I had moved up to my third camp, but before I had moved into the natural shelter I was building; I was still sleeping in my hammock, below my tarp.
The original letter, with more photographs, is here:
