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Anticipating missing plumbing, bed, the food my fussy appetite demands, I went to earth reluctantly. Instead of rough conditions, I had calmer hands, more restful sleep, a better moving gut, than what I am accustomed to at home. I ate … Continue reading →

Uncertain about toilets, sleeping rough, the river work, the weather, and the wet, I valued sibling benefits enough to purchase neoprene and risk regret. We rafted down a canyon fifty miles, engorged in desert, walled in stone and glass. We … Continue reading →

Five days away from Internet and phone exceeded expectation. We fifteen had solitude where no one was alone except for shitting minutes. In between the rafting, we conversed or dined or slept without alarms or heartburn. Global news could not … Continue reading →