Rain, rain, rain. I smell permanently of woodsmoke and lemons, which isn't too bad, I suppose.
Yesterday I helped to pack up camp (after spending a night on spruce boughs, having brilliantly forgotten my thermorest at home), showered, went to Vanderhoof for coffee, and came home to a BBQ. Fun stuff, but none of it is earning me any money, or getting me any closer to being up north.
I also keep having strange dreams. Very vivid ones, about people I barely know, and I wake up crying and breathless. It's more than a little scary.
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