Dispatches from the mountain.

They have this little guest book here in the mountain cabin where Dancer and I are staying. You know, one of those little books you are supposed to write about your time and leave for the next renter. Paging through the book you read things like, “the weather was lovely and we walked along the river” or “Spent the afternoon fishing and then hiked the historic iron goat trail…”

Ours, on the other hand, will read something like:
“Feast, fucked, napped, repeat”