Day: November 22, 2025

At times I am brought back to Horseshoe Lake a month ago, smoking weed and listening to Karen Dalton’s Are You Leaving for the Country. The sound of the major pentatonic scale and sharpness and backwood sound of her voice. The feeling of cold and dampness and mud and dirt, climbing down Lows Ledge. Just taking it slow, noting the many days left in week before the autumn trip came to it’s logical conclusion. How time just seemed to slow down into a cold, damp haze.

Seems hard to imagine a month came and went from those days, now how distant the wilderness really is.  How deep that wilderness is but accessible yet quiet this time of year. There is something so fun about just smoking a lot of pot, riding your mountain bike all day out to scenic, remote locations, even in the rain. Not having to worry about driving or even recycling your trash as the evening bonfire will take care of it. As you watch the bright flicker of the fire. Even if your drenched in a cold, damp haze as is so common in autumn months.