I write you from the chair at the endodontist’s office where I will shortly be on the receiving end of a drill to the face. My mouth is already half numb. Once upon a time I still thought I’d be getting back on trail quickly enough, I was distraught to find I had not only my ankle but also a tooth to wait on. Now I know the ankle isn’t going to be ready to hike this year, so I guess I’m glad I’m getting the dental procedure taken care of before my insurance runs out.

Once I’m recovered from this, I’m taking off in a car I acquired this morning and heading to Washington to do trail magic.