Autumn, souvenirs

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Autumn, souvenirs

I wake up, slowly, it smells autumn. The temperature is low but the sleeping bag is up for the task, I’m not cold. Next to me there is a backpack, the back is ok to carry it, later. Outside the car, it’s the car I had many suns ago, but I won’t be driving it today. I make breakfast, coffee.

The ocean is to the right, the glacier to the left. Somewhere in between is the trail. Or trails, I’ve never been here before so I’m not sure yet.

The camera I put together from old pieces of junk is tested and packed. None of it appears to leaks light. I am hopeful to bring back many souvenirs. Never with me, always ahead.

I tie the shoes. Zip the tent. Start walking. That way.

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