Where's the Next Shelter?

by Gary Sizer

“We’d better move away from the shelter, though,” I said. “If we accidentally give those birds the munchies, we’ll never get to sleep.”

hours. But now I might not be able to send this picture until tomorrow, or next week. By no means a crisis, but it was the most disconnected I’d felt since starting. And I liked it. It was more like independence than loneliness.

cartoon. I showed off my “Schnozzle bag,” possibly my favorite piece of gear. Besides being a waterproof pack liner keeping my sleeping bag and camp clothes dry, it also works as an air pump for the mattress.

“Okay, you convinced me. I’ll get my stuff. Lemmy, put down that chicken.”

“Point your headlamp at the clouds,” Lemmy said. “We can use it to call Mothman!”

Knorr Pasta Sides. The recipe calls for milk or butter, neither of which pack well, so water will have to do. I’ve been adding a few ounces of tuna since Damascus and the extra protein seems to have finally eliminated the ammonia smell I had.