I’m back on the road after spending the past five months at home with my mother in the Washington D.C. suburbs. My bird-watching abilities have declined and I’ve become a little too comfortable in the kitchen making chocolate chip cookies and delicious Neapolitan pizzas. It’s time to be a man again.
I’m embarking on an open-ended trip around the eastern part of the country. My plan is to enjoy the outdoors through camping, an activity I have done for only a single night about fifteen years ago. I fear I have gone so far with easy, cosmopolitan living that camping will be chafing to me, but I’ll soon find out. So I don’t embarrass myself in the forest, I bought a useful book called Survivor Kid, an indication of my level of expertise.
I’m not sure if I will do a video travelogue like last time with Babylon Road. If you watch that series, you will be able to see the early rumblings of the chaos in which American cities are now fully embroiled. Until I decide, I intend to continue posting articles while on my trip.
May God grant me safe passage while I travel during this tumultuous time.
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