a walk through the woods with a backpack of ice
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
The Cottage, 2001.06.16
I tried to find the old road that my grandfather showed Ken and me, years ago, that led from a point across the road behind the cottage back to town. It turns out that a new subdivision has been built across it, obliterating it entirely. I was trying to find that old, overgrown route on the way back from town with a backpack full of food and ice. Needless to say, the 2.5kg of ice was somewhat less by the time I finally trudged through about a kilometre of thick undergrowth. Somehow, I avoided being eaten alive while I did it...
Somehow failed to call dad for 'Father's Day'.