| it's just me in the woods. no convenince stores or service stations. no plugs or appliances. or phones. or friends. I've got to hang up the food bag. a tree with a strong branch extending out from its trunk is what I look for, not too close to camp, not too far away, and a rock, one I can tie my cordalet around. the tree and the rock existed, but my vision allowed me to find them. I tie the cordalet to the rock and throw it over the branch. the rock followed my vision. I untie the rock, tie on the food bag, pull it up and tie it off... what shall I fix my sights upon next? |
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