A very stoned walk through the woods 🌲🌳🧟🐞

It was the last day of 13 I planned to stay in the National Forest without driving. So I had a good hit and took off for a walk down a trail, into a gully, on a cloudy damp day. More than lightly toasted but soon more clarity reappeared. But it was better than the anxious suburban life. These high times in the drizzle and the rain.

It’s been a long time in the woods but I’ve enjoyed it rain or shine. Just studying the wildflowers, the bees and the birds. The occasional doe or grouse I flush out the bushes. At this point I hardly care if I step in a pile of horse shit or cow plop, it comes with the territory.

It’s good to be away for such a long time. Even if it’s mind bendingly short. But it’s a reminder that step by step I’m getting closer to owning my own land, a woods far away from the suburbanite life I live most Mondays through Friday.