Day 4 WWOOFing at an off the grid ex-commune deep in the mountains surrounding Mt. Hood. Solar and hydro-electricity, compost toilets, tent camping deep in the forest. Can’t get any more In The Shit, on this continent at least. Most beautiful place in America.
Not pictured: all consuming FEAR as I lay in my pitch black tent at night trying not to think about Bigfoot and skinwalkers and all the shit I’ve read on /x/ because my life is creepypasta and this is probably how I die.
Also not pictured: all the cute garter snakes, Silas the cat who is my best friend, the wwoofer from Minnesota who I thought I might fuck but who I now understand to be simple in the brain, half a dozen 50-something hippies with crazy stories, eating everything off the vine, canning, pickling, hiking, fun.