I spent an afternoon wandering through a private wood outside of town gathering interesting pieces of deadwood to carve. Oak ash apple hawthorne...I done good. Wisht I could have camped there. 100yrds from the road but the illusion would have satisfied for now. Rare environment around these parts. A mossy dark place it is...old growth stuff...very atmospheric and a momentary refuge. The lot is only a dozen acres or so but it's untouched...surrounded by cornfields on all sides...a little island. Hell in summer though...low lying...the mosquitoes will pick you up n' carry you off. Iffen you can fight 'em off long enough during raspberry season...there's a patch of raspberry bushes deep in there that could supply a pie shop. Nobody picks them...so I do. Yeah it was a nice aft. T'were me backyard I'd be happier...I'd build totems n' weird wee natural sculptures...hahaha! Th' woods. However small...you was my Sunday desert island. Needed that.