I've had excellent conversation with my neighbor, with friends in the phone, and with myself in my journal. As Krakauer's tale of McCandless is a conversation, too, one on note cards and random asides. I didn't mean to pick up a handful of life-in-the-land books, but they have come to me anyway, all at once, from different directions. Into the Wild was joined by The Star Thrower, Upstream, The Solace of Open Spaces, and Braving the Wilderness. I'm reading Krakauer in the morning and Eisley before bed, a parallel path that I rarely take, but they seem to enrich each other neatly.
This is exactly the day I needed.
