My vacation has officially begun. I’m quite excited, even though train seats aren’t the most comfortable place to try and sleep. The southern landscape is quite interesting along the tracks and I love the vine, whatever it is, that manages to strangle all other plant life into submission so that it may softly blanket every surface until nothing is visible other than fluffy green pillows.
If you’re lucky, maybe I’ll tell you about my canoe trip. Probably not, though. It’s like Fight Club – with a lot more water and it takes place in the middle of the woods. It’s Fight Club for bears or mountain lions or Brad Pitt in that other movie he was in with all the dead people in autumn. Speaking of Brad Pitt, I’m going to try and find a place to urinate on this train. Mayhaps I’ll seek a bathroom.