Month: July 2022

I’ve brought Basho to another lake, filled with silt and cold, its color a milky mixture of sky and pine.

I swam again, briefly, and was asked if it was too cold to go in. No, i said, but too cold to stay. The air is close to a hundred degrees, but the glacial lake half that, so the beauty of the place has competition for the taking of breath. The ratios are less elegant by Celsius’ count, but this is the land of Freedom and less scrutable units. This place reminds me of British Columbia, probably because it’s like 37 feet away. You can do the conversion to meters yourself if you’re trying to navigate here from Canada.

The campsites were all taken, but I consulted my birdsong to English dictionary and determined that the staff all leaves at 5PM, and the deer said he didn’t mind so long as i didn’t chase him away from his favorite dinner bush. My body is operating three time zones east, so I’ll be moving quite early anyway.

There are a lot of paddlers here, mostly sitting on the inflatables also suited for standing. I learned they compress considerably, and I’m thinking i can find a spot for one in the RV. There’s naught but a gentle breeze on account of the glacially carved mountains and it seems like a rather pleasant way to get around, likely with the aid of sunscreen.

I decided dinner was the plan and went for that, then managed to find a bit of sky for Starlink, so i think i can post this now.

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