Tuesday, September 22nd /// I am cooking my supper (potato stroganoff) on a campsite that overlooks Little Gabro lake. The sun has set. The moon is up and waning. Only the face is showing. The geese are honking and gathering. Everything else is still. The stars should join in soon. I will do a rest day tomorrow and orient myself better to solitude and wilderness. And give my body time to mend. And to let my soul mend.