T.

Gave in to sleep, or rather sleep dragged me down,

where I stayed for 16 hours, Paul, 18. I awoke at 9:45

and didn't know if it was morning or still night because

it was cloudy and night here this time of year doesn't really

seem like night, but just a deeper, softer version of a cloudy day.

We broke fast with pinhead oats, which simmer and simmer,

and coffee I mercifully remembered to carry with me from 

Seattle. Hung towels on the line to air, and the clothesline,

once a single towel was strung, began to spin wildly

in the wind. Hold on! Soon we'll venture into town

(about 4 miles) to stock up on groceries, maybe down

a pint at Matt Malloys.