Tuesday, March 20, 2012. Wilfred and I spent more time together, five days a week, just like any other job. I never had to make food for him, or. Do any chores, he just needed the company. Wilfred hated being alone, so every day I tried to keep me with him as. I felt like crawling away from him sometimes given the way he kept me there. Kept, like a secret he would only reveal to those worthy.

Saturday, June 05, 2010. Such a sense of relief when I saw my han-shan campground. Halaluja and thanks to the world! Legs and lungs burning the last mile, through the alpine fields, a hint of autumn. Ice tinkles, drops splatter the cover on my pack. My leg shakes as a crouch in the cold. Nearly 9pm and the ice still comes down.