I wrote some more about bike touring, camping, fear, and that time I shotgunned a raw egg and chased it with wine in order to get a shepherd to let me sleep in his pasture. For Shareable: Sometimes, all you need is a perfect field. In the field, there’s a strangely comforting smell of sheep poop and fur left behind by the last herd that passed through. There’s a small grove of oaks and above them, stars. It’s quiet except the small wet wind you can hear pass you by in the cool autumn night.

I wrote some more about bike touring, camping, fear, and that time I shotgunned a raw egg and chased it with wine in order to get a shepherd to let me sleep in his pasture.

For Shareable:

Sometimes, all you need is a perfect field. In the field, there’s a strangely comforting smell of sheep poop and fur left behind by the last herd that passed through. There’s a small grove of oaks and above them, stars. It’s quiet except the small wet wind you can hear pass you by in the cool autumn night.

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