Dusk along the Delaware in Frenchtown, NJ. A little bit magical. I must find a bicycle (shocking that I don't own one) and return to explore.
Finally located gracious host at his home, a converted chicken operation surrounded by preserved land. Exceptionally delicious dinner: trout (!) with anise and vegies, no processed carbs. Followed by guitar and song. Suh-weet.
This is my bit of a blog. Rambling words about rambling days. No focus and nothing ambitious. I seem to write most about local color, nature, and animals, and there is an incomplete chunk about my road trips of 2011.
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