An outdoorsy, Thoreau-vian, redneck-hippie blog about walks in the woods, canoe floats down rivers, and fishing in creeks. There's also a little insight and poetry I've picked up along the way.
Green vines of five leaves creeps over and crawls around me Three years of no upkeep I look like an abandoned outbuilding covered in poison But its only a vine that can be stripped away And won’t hurt anyone with the hand to do it.
