No alarms or bugs to buzz us awake, just sea slugs slicking slimy wakes across our tents, we slept in, crept out, then sluggishly slogged

Loping languorously to Lopez, lopping off miles like volunteer oaks in a lily garden, our eleven saplings sprung out of Ebey ebulliently. Not ones to

Howdy! Thursday was another great day and the coolest day yet for the NYC-Montreal trekkers. The group set off from the campsite early and enjoyed