Gregory Mcdonald‘s obituary hit the local paper today and sent me scouting to find a copy of one of the funniest, sassiest novels I can remember reading. (The good news: I found a copy of Safekeeping).

We finally got a decent–albeit–short hike in yesterday, a loop at Mt. Uniacke interestingly marked off by pink triangles and so boggy that we quickly gave up any lingering city slicker hope of coming away unmuddied. Bob’s new knees worked quite well as we found log bridges and stepping stones on vertical as well as horizontal planes along the way.

The foliage is still summer green here but the woods were full of green ground, too (among the thousands of roots on this particular trail)–the green of moss, growing on old wood, rocks, and, sometimes it seemed, as though from the earth itself.


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