Day 5 – lost on the trail
Twice. Lost twice.
Bent the back jockey wheel so had three gears all day. This meant my knee started taking strain.
It rained. The local tribes man who claimed that the clouds that were gathering on the Horizon were snow clouds and would bring snow not rain “maybe tomorrow”. He should have had a job at the weather bureau – he was wrong, very wrong.
Today (before the wheels fell off) I had planned to write about the routine; the vivid dreams; the permanently stiff core muscles; pasture science lectures from vet school days; but it was not to be. Today was tough, it gave us an idea of the Mordor that we shall stare into in the days to come.
With that I am signing out, finally thawed and about to sleep in a kaya on three mattresses – safe from the tokelosh!
“Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose” (Steve Jobs 1955-2011).