Alone in the Wilderness

Richard Proenneke was the real thing.

start somewhere

I've been sick for the past several days, so naturally it occured to me that now is the time to begin writing. Throw in the busted hand on top of that ("just try typing with one finger" said the doctor) and I'm not much good.
Ah, writing, I miss you. Somehow the imaginary audience makes it easier.
I've been thinking a lot about wilderness, how much I want to get out there; into or away? Get into what's real.