It is good to be in the bush, lost, wondering what road you took getting in, trying to backtrack through the ruts you left behind, now in the dark, harder than hell trying to travel or remember.

Tonight I had a couple hands on my shoulder, saying there is a tree over there or a bank not to slip over. Thank Christ I wasn’t drinking, I’d need light to see my way out. This time of year with the temperature changing even the mist can mess things up.