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Andy Arthur

November is around the corner. πŸ‚ The colors are rapidly fading, the nights are growing long, the politicians are doing their thing, the tricker-treaters and manure spreaders their thing too. The woods soon will be full of the sounds of rifle fire, and the chill of winter and snow will be flying shortly.

Beyond Red Creek to the Heath Barrens

Looking across the Red Creek to Alder Run Trail which was impassable without getting quite wet due to high water levels in the Red Creek. While many of the colors were faded, there was still some nice color in the heath, it's bright red color emblematic of the Dolly Sods in the highest locations along the Allegheny Front.

Taken on Friday October 27, 2023 at Dolly Sods Wilderness.

Red Bull Gives You Wings at One AM πŸ•ŠοΈ

Maybe it wasn’t the best idea in the world yesterday to take a handful of caffeine pills, have a cup of coffee and be pounding sugar-free Red Bulls at the campaign committee while stuffing my face full of candy. It just was one of those days.

Maybe it was the reaction, we must be ducked. 🀬 Things lately have gotten so insane, though I’m comforted in knowing things have always this dysfunctional, though this year seems particularly bad, with only trickle of early voters compared to 2020, and so many of them being enrolled Republican.

I had so much energy last night, 🦡 that not only did I had a few miles to my commute home by taking the bike path up to Slingerlands and then out past Preska’s farm and through the Adam Station Development and Westchester Woods in a big loop, I walked down to the library πŸ“š to do some work, then did the big loop around the Superblock around the High School, probably walking about 4 miles.

But I swear the Red Bull really hit around 1 AM β˜•, some twelve hours since I stopped drinking. My heart was racing β™₯️ beating like there was no tomorrow and all I could do is listen to more podcasts trying to tease out the election and what Trump’s inevitable presidency will be like. I know there isn’t much I can do either way about it all. 🐢 Not my dog fight. I voted months ago now for that buffoon. 🀑 But I sure hope we can say we have the first African American women president by this time next week. Though I doubt we’ll know until Veterans Day Weekend, when I’m hopefully up in the wilderness, smoking pot, drinking beer next to a roaring fire. πŸ”₯

Got to meet my new neighbor last night. πŸ§‘β€πŸ”§ Seems like a pretty nice guy, maybe we can hang out some time, at least he shouldn’t be a problem. Just got to make it through another winter in my cold drafty apartment, and continue to look at land and houses and figur eout what’s next. Maybe work on developing a better financial plan and construction plan for that off grid cabin. And work hard at work. I’m still a bit freaked out about how things will go next Tuesday, it’s just such a tough political environment for Democfrats. But hell, even Trump says he’s okay with legalizing pot nationally, though we’ll see how that goes.