Letting the Wild in
Step beyond the human bubble and check out the neighborhood
As you read this, I’m heading to the off-the-grid getaway Gayle and I have outside the Trinity Alps Wilderness in the mountains of far northern California. There are some chores I need to attend to — a bear tore up the septic tank connection; go figure — but the bigger reason is to leave the routine behind and let the wild in. So instead of writing I’ll be attending to the sights and sounds of the wild woods and their many inhabitants, seen and unseen. John Muir would understand.
Back next week, with my next post on his complicated story.
