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den Himmel so fern

den Himmel so fern

WWe are scurrying around Kate’s place getting everything ready, Leonard Cohen is blaring on the tape deck. Bag of oranges? Check! jar of apple cider vinegar? Check. Thermal underwear, sketchbook, sleeping bags, water purifier? Check! We’re a strange pair with our ziploc baggies of organic nuts and homemade (Kate) nutrition bars in one backpack, and a whole battalion of cords, cables, battery chargers, ipods and two laptops in another. We want to appreciate the idylls of Nature via our WAN access in a moving car. In short, we want it all.

I should probably only speak for myself, though. Miss Kate is a rare bird, and I bet she’d be just as happy without any phones or signals interfering with her enjoyment of the world as it is.

Yesterday we pitched and dismantled the tent on the front lawn, for practise. This morning I contacted a bunch of small, organic or simply local farms where we could exchange work for a grassy spot to settle in for the night. Pam Watts at Yourganic Farm invited us to stay on the farmland and visit with the animals, but they don’t need extra hands–she and her husband have things running so efficiently they don’t even hire help.

And so we are off–Charlie brought by some last minute supplies (a waterproof bag for food, mace to use against Codiac bears, etc.)–hitting the road with 2 rucksacks, a small suitcase, 5 gallons of water, and a blanket.