“What time is it?”
Don’t know, don’t care, it’s a cool sunny day which means it’s time to collect wood for the campfire. I am the fireman, Steve is our cook and last night I led our group on the most up close and personal moose hunt ever. Two bull moose less Moose,majestic moutains, stars at night, the breathing of air which does not smell like a cesspool.
What day is it?
Well, I kind of lost track of that too, but it felt so, so good.
A collection of family members in the woods totally enjoying themselves for two weeks. A spiritual counter to those assholes on the west coast in Sonoma doing their cremation of care ceremony.
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Doing things together as a small community to survive and have fun brings about another viewpoint