True, I can't just sit outside the camper and send things to the digital tower now. I have to slip the laptop into a knapsack, slide the cell phone and cables inot my bush vest, and hike up to the top of a nearby hill. But that's still OK. I compose what I'm going to say in Word, do a copy, then suspend the laptop and hike, then access the blog and paste. Works pretty good.

The new campsite that I'm in is even more isolated. That's good in that the BLM rangers probably won't find me for a while, but that's bad in that I have to drive about 20 miles farther just for water and food and fuel. But hey, that's in the future. Right now the sun is pleasant, the wind is light, and I feel good. Sasquatch is busily stalking a wily twig right now, his black fur looking like a shadow against a mesquite bush. I've got my folding chair out, just tipped back against the camper and letting the sun bathe my face in velvet sunshine. Ah, peace.

-crowbraid-