Caveat: hash and cold batteries

Last night, using leftovers from the previous night, I made a chopped roast hash with potatoes and stuff, and we used the jar of chili sauce that Juli had sent with me to gift to Mark and Amy as garnish. It was pretty good.


Today, I didn’t do a lot. It was one of those “days off” that is part of this cross-country misadventure.

One thing: Mark has his parents old RV in an outdoor storage (guarded parking) location. We went to check on it, and the battery was dead. We got very cold taking out the battery.


[daily log: walking, 1km]

Caveat: Poem #860

blue light
fallen leaves
chilling breezes
paths made through fresh snow
the frozen surfaces
the tortured shapes of bare trees
exuberances of night air
enumerations of winter’s wants