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WHOOOOOOOOO! Over 100 page hits, thats awesome, even though half of them are probably me. Thanks for taking the time to read my rambling.

I need:



more warm wicking undergarments

more water purification stuff

a jacket

rain gear

food

an mp3 player with a ludicrously long battery life

have backordered maps delivered



I think I'm almost ready to do this.



I have a problem with getting ahead of myself, but I was thinking what I'd do with my blog and facebook group after this hiking thing is over. I think I'll just have a new goal. I'm debating between biking across the country, kayaking the Mississippi, or running a marathon in the next couple of years. I might get fed up with these kind of ideas too. Thoughts?

Here's the first draft of Chapter 2 (And the first sentence of chapter 3):

Chapter 2

I took off my slippers when I got back and the little guy’s coat and shoes. He was asleep before I got back with the afghans (for him) and a pair of thick wool socks (for me).
So here’s a story idea. A guy finds a little kid alone in a snowstorm. What next? He’s sleeping on the couch across the room from my table/desk. Afghans are piled high, his face is serene. I need more material. I’m worn out.
I get up and go into my bathroom/kitchen. Why the architect designed the bathroom and kitchen to share a room I’ll never fucking know. Its given me bad habits, when I go anywhere you wouldn’t believe the strange looks I get bringing food into bathrooms.
The phone book is in a low cupboard near the toilet. I look up the number for child services in the phonebook and give them a ring. It rings through, there’s a message about being closed for inclement weather, beeeep. “Hey, I found this little boy running outside of my house this morning, well, I saw him fall when he was running. He was all by himself in the deep snow. I couldn’t figure out where he’d come from. I didn’t see anyone else around and I took him in. So, get back to me, he’s sleeping here now, um, this is Jim Carlyle, that’s c-a-r-l-y-l-e, at 4-8-4, 2-2-6, 5-3, 7-4...thanks.”
There wasn’t anything in his pockets, but he’s too young to be carrying a wallet. I should call the police or something. Are they the ones to call? Did I put the phonebook back? I don’t think this deserves a 9-1-1. Maybe his parents will come looking. I don’t want to get them in trouble. They deserve it though for letting their little boy out in a blizzard, but maybe it was an accident. He could’ve walked out of an unlocked front door. They must be worried sick or happy that they got rid of the little shit. He’s been agreeable though for me. What if the parents aren’t found?

Chapter 3

I feel asleep.

The End (for now)

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