I spent a wonderful evening Friday at Wilderstead. Built a fire and watched the stars come out. Slept for ten and a half hours (Hallelujah!). Saw deer nosing around the holler while sipping my morning coffee. Got a little work done on my retaining wall and generally just messed around in the woods on a beautiful Fall weekend. This afternoon, I found these lyrics going through my head:
Well, I finally made it deep into the hills where I started cuttin' ties for the Continental Mill. Swingin' that axe and haulin' that line, I found my soul but I lost my mind.
'Cause there's nothin' like a day in the woods, workin' the way an honest man should, and at night with all the stars in the sky, the Milky Way'll make a grown man cry.