Seeking Fall

[Aaron Zagrodnick]

I gazed outside, watching as the treetops silhouetted against the night sky swayed vigorously in the unrelenting wind. The cold soon forced me back. I zipped the door and assembled every item of gear I could find, creating a barrier on the side of my tent facing the wind. It wasn’t perfect, but resulted in a refuge not much larger than the sleeping pad I laid on. The shelter shook around me as I crawled into my bag for the night, but each stake, stitch, line, and pole held. The wind never stopped, and in my cocoon I was soon lulled to sleep.

I head south to catch a few fall colors, but as with many backpacking trips, end up finding more. Issue 11:

Seeking Fall

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