On the same day that nb and I drove through the valley, a rock from El Capitan fell into someone else's car, through the sun roof. The day before, climbers died. But we didn't know anything about that until after we got home. As far as we were concerned, it was a wonderful camping trip, except for the noisy neighbors and the smoke from other campfires. This is modern life, in a nutshell.Awful things go on all over the world, and we hear about some of them but we just . . . move on. It's very difficult to fathom, especially after I've spent all day reading through a manuscript that makes very little sense. After a night of fractured sleep, thanks to the raccoons making noise right outside my bedroom window. I got up at one point and looked out at two young ones trying to figure out where to go from the top of my fence. When they saw me looking out at them, they moved closer to my bedroom window, and I was frightened. How would I have done on the frontier? Not well, I'm afraid.
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