Mindanao Musings

I think that the man means well. Unfortunately, he is considerably impared.

Years ago, I spent a lot of time hiking alone. Come to think of it, as a teenager growing up in Seattle in the mid-20th century, I was alone in the virgin forest of south Seattle. My parents were extraordinarily permissive, and I am certain it was not that they didn't care - I was their only child. I agree that being alone in the wilderness is a great experience. It can also be dangerous. In Alaska in 1951 I found that out. I encountered a brown bear, whose foot prints were the size of dinner plates. I think that is when I started losing my hair. Another time, I got onto a patch of quick sand beside a river, and had it not been for a scrubby alder tree within reach, I might not have gotten out of it. I will give some thought to my own 5 favorite passtimes...

Disgusting.