Friday afternoon after class and I hit the highway. All the nonsensical bullshit fell off those shoulders. I watched the train and forgot how much I missed sagebrush.
Spence’s Bridge- September 14, 2017
Ashcroft- September 14, 2017
And largely undocumented, the rest of the 1,150 km of playground. Date and Wonderbread sandwiches in Lytton, rainstorms from Hope, riding the shoulder from Chilliwack to Langely with thoughts of “fuck the sprawl!” And immensely happy to feel so awake.